TRAPPED WIDOW CHILD ONE
ILYAS IS SICK

After finishing the porridge, Maysa gave Ilyas a glass of water and a heat-lowering drug.

" Please drink it! May it heal soon." Maysa.

Ilyas received the medicine and the glass of water while looking at Maysa.

" Darling why does it look like the floor is so dirty? Didn't you sweep it?" Ask Ilyas.

" Masa' Mas, when last night before going to bed I've greeted him. I'll sweep again, I'll take the broom first Mas." Maysa walked out of the room.

Ilyas immediately got off the bed to the balcony of the room, he immediately threw away the medicine that Maysa had given him earlier. As fast as lightning he returned to the bed, but fate had not reached the bed his feet tripped the fur carpet then...

Brugh....

" Awh..." Ilyas' head was stuck on the edge of the bed.

" Agh my head hurts more." Ilyas gently massaged his head.

Chequek...

Maysa opened the door, she gawked at Ilyas who was still on the floor.

" Good God, why are you? You fell? Why is it like this, Mom? What do you need to wait for me. It's even down to gini." Maysa approached Ilyas.

" safe... Maysa thought I fell out of bed ha ha."Inner Ilyas.

" I'm sorry baby, I was going to the bathroom but it fell. Can you help me now?" Ilyas asked as he looked up at Maysa.

" Well I'll help you, I'll compress your bumpy forehead." Maysa said pointing to Ilyas' forehead which turned out to be a lump.

Maysa helps Ilyas stand up, he lets Ilyas into the bathroom.

" Sit here!" Maysa sat Ilyas on his seat closet.

" I'll wait outside first." Maysa comes out of the bathroom letting Ilyas finish his wish. He was waiting at the bathroom door. Repeatedly he looked at the clockwise which kept turning.

" Fifteen minutes? Mas Ilyas inside fifteen minutes, why the hell is he." Maysa.

" Have you not?" Maysa shouted while knocking on her door but there was no word.

" Did he faint inside? I have to see it." Maysa said she was about to open the door but she abandoned her intention.

" Eh but if Mas Ilyas has not worn his pants will be able to flare, my eyes will be stained to see that."

" But if it's not seen, then even he why napa again. Ah, just look, it's halal. I have to make sure he's okay, at least not dead here." Maysa opened the door.

" Mad." Oh." Maysa went inside and...

" Aaaaaa.... " Maysa cried when he saw Ilyas lying on the floor in plain condition. Maysa turned her body.

" O Lord Ilyas fainted in such a situation, how do I want to help him? I don't want to see that, I'm not ready to see that. I´m...

" May why are you? Why are you screaming? Is everything okay?" Shouted Madame Melodi from outside.

" Mama." Maysa.

Maysa locked the door.

" It's okay Ma, we're fine." Maysa made Madame Melodi smile in shame because she had been fooled by Maysa's screams.

" Oma, Mommy why?" Kavin asked looking at Madame Melodi.

" Kavin wants a sister, right?" Madame Melodi asked in a nod of her head back by Kavin.

" Mommy same daddy again make adek Kavin inside." Madame Melodi.

" Daddy is here?" Kavin asked in surprise.

" Yes, this morning your daddy came here. Now mending us out yeah, let's take Oma to school." Said madam Melodi.

" Yes Oma." Kavin Sahut.

In the bathroom, Maysa opens the door after finding out her mother and Kavin are out. He took the blanket and went back to the bathroom. Doubtfully Maysa approached Ilyas' body.

" Don't look at Maysa! Don't look!" Maysa.

Maysa enveloped Ilyas' body while looking the other way. Slowly he woke Ilyas up to sit leaning against the bathroom wall.

" O Lord the fever is getting higher, when it has just taken medicine. Is the medicine not working? Or mas Ilyas allergic to drugs? Duh not to mas Ilyas drug allergy, can be fatal. I don't want to go to jail for being accused of killing my own husband." Monologue Ilyas.

" Let's get up!" Maysa patted Ilyas on the cheek.

" Wake up! We move to bed first." Maysa tried again and succeeded. Ilyas opened his eyes slowly. Suddenly his body shivered with cold.

" Sa. is cold." Lirih Ilyas's.

" I'll help you in bed." Maysa.

Maysa beat Ilyas with full struggle until Ilyas could lie perfectly on the bed. Maysa took a change of clothes for Ilyas.

" Not change, right? If you do not wear clothes later Ilyas in the wind. But if I wear clothes I fear I will be wrong. There's gonna be him pouncing on me again." Maysa was confused.

" Eh but am I his wife, if not me who else? If I offer it to Grandma, she'll want it. I put on my own clothes, the problem of misunderstanding the business later." Maysa.

Maysa lowered the blanket to the stomach. He began to wear T-shirts to the body of Ilyas.

" Dear is cold." Ilyas said like a man who is crying.

" Yes, I'll make ginger milk for you." Maysa Sahut.

Maysa managed to put on Ilyas's shirt. Now only his pants are left.

" Huh... Wear a dress already reminiscent gini, let alone the bottom later." Maysa rubbed the sweat dripping down her forehead.

" Lo can definitely Maysa."

Maysa uncovers Ilyas' blanket down to the groin limit. With a heart he put on d@l@m pants to Ilyas after that he put on his shorts. When he was about to take his hand out from behind the blanket, his hand arrived accidentally touching the part that belonged to Ilyas.

" God!!" Maysa immediately pulled her hand.

" You woke him up, baby." Ilyas still closed his eyes.

" I'm sorry! I didn't mean it." Maysa said, whether Ilyas heard it or not.

As Maysa was about to leave, Ilyas blocked his hand.

" Don't go! I am afraid to be alone if I am sick like this. Keep an eye on my darling." Ilyas looked at Maysa with watery eyes because of the heat.

" I made ginger milk first Mas, after that I will accompany you here." Maysa.

" Not for long!" Ilyas said in a nod of the head by Maysa.

Maysa went out of her room to the kitchen, and she immediately made warm ginger milk for Ilyas. He returned to the room and gave the ginger milk to Ilyas. Ilyas drank it little by little until it ran out.

" Rest Mas! I'm going downstairs first." Maysa.

" Dear Mas peg sleep while in the hug with you." Ilyas.

" But I am...

" Please.." Sahut Ilyas pleaded to make Maysa not bear.

" All right." Maysa Sahut.

Maysa climbed onto the bed, lying on her side hugging Ilyas. Ilyas stuffing his face into Maysa's chest made Maysa feel amused. But as hard as possible to hold it.

" No son is not the same father, he likes ngusel gini. Don't know what I'm careless." Inner Maysa.

" Gold me very dear, although Mas feel pain but Mas can be near the same gini you. You take good care of Mas, even you want to change clothes. I'm happy, dear." Inner Ilyas with a smile.

TBC...