66. The Letter He Haven't Send Away

Farah has been in the kitchen since four o'clock. Washing dishes, cooking, water, rice and preparing ingredients for breakfast. She also washed clothes, cleaned up the house and mopped it. Farah has to move fast because when it's noon, Athaya often whines that she doesn't want to be left behind and she has to focus on looking after her daughter. Only after the dawn call to prayer did Farah wake her husband. "Pa, Papa! Wake up, pray Fajr first." Unusually, Dayyan, who wakes up easily, seemed to be asleep. "Hmmm," Dayyan only made a sound without opening his eyes. Farah looked at her husband. The bruises seemed to have increased. Farah wrapped her arms around her husband's body. Then she touched his forehead, it felt warm. Last night, she had heard her husband babbling, but she didn't pay attention because Athaya always wanted to be held in her arms, not wanting to be left for a moment. "Papa must be sick. It's obviously the result of the fight yesterday. Yes, already. Just rest at home today, Pa. Don't take a motorcycle taxi first." Farah returned to the kitchen. By the time Farah finished drying the clothes, she had seen Dayyan waking up and was calming Athaya who had woken up and was whining. "Uh, is Athaya awake, Dad? Aren't you running a fever? Here, I'll take Athaya with me." Farah took over Athaya and held her. After being soothed by Farah, Athaya fell back asleep. "Pa, Mama has made warm milk and porridge, don't drink coffee yet. Papa should see a doctor today, if necessary, get a scan for internal injuries." "Thanks, Mom, for the milk and porridge. I must be tired taking care of Athaya. Papa is fine, Ma. It's just that he's a bit sore." "But the bruises? Or should we call a masseur?" Farah sat down to unwind as she accompanied her husband to breakfast. "Love the money, Ma. There are no sprains either. Papa just needs to rest for the day. I'll compress the bruise with warm water and kencur rice and it'll be fine." "Whatever you want. If you get sick, don't blame Mama. I've given you advice, but you keep refusing," Farah moved on to take care of Athaya who was whining again. She hadn't had breakfast all morning, and had only drunk a glass of warm water when she woke up. "Why is Athaya so fussy, unfortunately Mama? Are you sick?" asked Farah, examining Athaya's body. Since her daughter was diagnosed with Leukemia, Farah has always routinely checked her daughter's body. Especially when she is fussy and sick. "Alhamdulillah, there are no bruises." Farah was relieved, traumatized every time her child dropped when sick, making her always alert in taking care of Athaya. This of course drains a lot of her energy. However, as a mother, Farah always wants to take care of her child, at least as long as she can. Athaya is 6 years old, but her body is much smaller than her peers. Her weight continues to drop and her face looks gaunt. She was susceptible to diseases because her antibodies were weakened. To be honest, Farah was very tired of taking care of Athaya and all the financial problems that beset her. However, so far she has always tried to stay strong and cheerful at least in front of her baby. She doesn't want to pass on the spirit that often drops to her daughter. Athaya must have the spirit to live and fight for recovery. Farah is confident that her daughter will be able to live a healthy and normal life like other children despite continuous treatment. Dayyan, meanwhile, sat outside, opening his cell phone and looking at the chats and calls from customers several times. There were eleven call notifications from Zahra and a long chat. He replied one by one from other people first. The last one was Zahra. [Mas Dayyan, no motorcycle taxi today?] Zahra was at home waiting for Dayyan's inactive reply because she was used to subscribing and felt comfortable, she always waited for Dayyan to reply to her chat first and then asked for an order so that other online motorcycle taxis would not take it. However, since dawn Dayyan did not appear to be active and reply to her chat. While he was working on the order, a chat notification popped up on his phone. "Mas Dayyan?" she muttered and Zahra immediately put down the cooking utensil to open the chat reply she was waiting for. [I'm sorry, Mrs. Zahra. I'm resting at home for the day, God willing, tomorrow I can do the motorcycle taxi again."] [Oh, what's wrong with Mas Dayyan? Is he sick?] [No, ma'am, just sore.] Zahra realized that the fight certainly left an impact on the body and it's not that easy to get well again. [It must be because of yesterday, huh? I'm sorry that Mas Dayyan got hurt and sick.] Zahra added a sad emoticon, she felt guilty in her heart. [It's normal, Mom. If you rarely exercise, that's how it is. It's normal for men to get hit, parents say to be healthy and strong. Hehe] [Go get treatment, see a doctor, I'm afraid of what's wrong, I'll transfer the cost.] [No, you don't have to, Mom. God willing, you'll be fine by tomorrow.] Dayyan refused. He was sure he would be fine by the next day. Just the usual bruises, he thought. Zahra replied with a limp emoticon. Dayyan replied with a smiley emoticon. "Mas Dayyan's daughter is sick and needs a lot of money, their life must be very difficult. Now Mas Dayyan is sick because he helped me, what will happen to his wife and children if they don't do motorcycle taxi. For them, not earning a day is the same as losing their daily food money. Duh, how, yes. What a pity if his wife's children don't eat." Zahra unconsciously thought about the fate of Dayyan and his family while cooking. "Excuse me, Neng Zahra, did you hear that Neng was attacked by Safri's thugs? You're okay, right?" Suddenly Ehsan walked in and asked questions. He also gave Zahra a worried, concerned look. Zahra, who was thinking about Dayyan's fate, only gave him a glance and went back to her cooking. "Eh, Neng Zahra, why are you staying quiet? Brother is very worried. But it looks like Neng Zahra is healthy and safe. Thank God then, you're at ease." Ehsan had actually searched for information from his friends who used to hang out about the thugs. He already knew that they were defeated by Dayyan and thought they wouldn't dare to come back for some time. So with confidence, Ehsan returned immediately. Mursida, who was just entering the kitchen and intending to go to the kitchen bathroom, stopped when she saw Ehsan. "Eh, Ehsan, where have you been?" "Uh, Umi-in-law. Ehsan just returned from Grandma Mi's house. I heard yesterday that some thugs attacked Zahra, how rude of them! If Ehsan had been there, Ehsan would have killed them!" Ehsan shook his fist in the air. "Halah, just say it, yesterday when there was, didn't you run away? Now you're trying to beat them up?" "Uh, that, not running away, Mi. Ehsan got a sudden call from grandma that a neighbor was seriously ill and there was no one to help. So he rushed there to take her to the hospital. He didn't know that the thugs had bad intentions towards Neng Zahra!" Ehsan tried to make excuses. However, Mursida was already upset and felt that Ehsan's excuses were made up. "You're just making excuses, it's not like you're a coward to face them!" "No, Umi. I swear, Mi. Next time Ehsan will face them, I promise. Seriously, suer!" "Halaah. Umi doesn't need promises, Umi needs proof." Mursida felt annoyed and left Ehsan alone. Zahra, meanwhile, remained silent and did not respond. Her mind was filled with Dayyan and she was already getting ill-feeling towards Ehsan. Ehsan, who felt that Zahra and Mursida did not believe him, continued to provide alibis. In addition, he also tried to pry into the incident with Rike and Adisty to make sure the situation was really safe for him and Safri and his men would never come back again.