Keep Silent And You Got It
Part 27 - Spend Time

SPECIAL PART...

A fever?

 After having a very beautiful dream last night, this morning even heavy rain that makes me not want to leave the mattress because of the cold horn of rain outside. But mother said otherwise, she was ready to water me with the dipper in her hand. Then I had to take a shower and put on my uniform, but it was really cold this morning. After that breakfast was made, but I still felt cold.

 After breakfast I was about to walk towards the door to pick up my shoes, I suddenly collapsed from the infinite dizziness. I'm unconscious at the door, lucky Dad hasn't left. He immediately lifted me up on the sofa, helpless and also head that swirled I could not do anything. Mom immediately gave me warm water, I wanted to call the nearest puskesmas.

 But he remembered, that the puskesmas open at 7. So for a while, only Mom could take care of me.

"Son! You're the reason, until everything collapses.." said Mom while rubbing my forehead, to check my body temperature.

"I... Pusi.ng ma'am."I said with great difficulty because my throat hurt.

"It's so hot, son, well the puskesmas haven't opened yet" said the mother panicked after holding my forehead.

 Mother understood my situation and immediately tried to provide temporary care while waiting for the opening time of the puskesmas. He brought a wet cloth and put it on my forehead to relieve my fever. He also gave me a lemon drink mixed with honey to help relieve a sore throat.

"You don't move much, son. Let me take care of you now" said Mother attentively.

I feel grateful to have such a caring and caring Mother, she is the best mother I can be so I want to thank her. Although I felt helpless and unwell, Mother's presence gave me a little comfort and warmth. He sat down beside me, held my hand gently, and occasionally wiped away the sweat dripping on my forehead.

"Son, you're home today." Saying while holding the home phone.

"Yes, mom..."

 As time went on, I felt a little better. My fever which was originally very hot, now began to subside and my navel that had made me go around in circles had also reduced. Although I have not fully recovered, I feel a little relieved that there is a Mother who is always by my side. At the same time, the clock indicates the time the puskesmas operate.

 Mom immediately asked me to go to the health center or just call the doctor home, and I answered.

"Son, can you stand up? If we can go to the puskesmas. Otherwise I'll call her doctor."

"Sorry mom, I'll just call the doctor home. I don't feel strong enough to get out yet" I said in a weak voice.

 Mom nodded in understanding and immediately called the doctor. While waiting for the doctor's arrival, Mom continued to take care of me with great care. Then to make me more comfortable, my mother took me to my room for a good rest. Shortly after, the doctor came to the house. Mother took the doctor to my room, and he immediately examined me closely.

"The temperature is quite high, ma'am, but don't worry. It's just the common cold" the doctor said attentively.

"Mother's children need enough rest and enough to drink. Do not forget to take these medicines according to the prescribed dose."

After providing the necessary treatment, the doctor prescribed me the medicine and ordered to stay in touch if there was a change in the condition.

"Thank you, Doctor," said Mother sincerely. "We'll follow your lead."

"For the sake of the child's recovery, ma'am. Make sure she gets enough rest and enough to drink" the doctor ordered before leaving the house.

 After the doctor left, Mom took care of me again. He brought me the fruit in the fridge to help restore my strength. I felt overwhelmed by the love and care of Mother who was always present in every heavy and happy moment of my life. After taking the medicine given by the doctor, my mother told me to rest.

Worriedly

 When the first lesson begins, the students enter the classroom. In an already crowded classroom, there is a confused Gita today. He was confused where Rama was, then he asked Riyan who was chatting with classmates.

"Where is Rama? Is he late? Or he's sick..." Gita said with anxious and worried feelings towards Rama.

"Riyan, did you see Rama this morning?" Ask Ryan

"Eh Gita, I haven't seen Rama this morning? But is he too late?" Answer Riyan

"I don't know either..."

"Gita, don't worry too much. Maybe Rama had a sudden or late affair" said Riyan trying to calm Gita down.

 Time goes on, but Rama has not yet appeared in class. Gita is increasingly anxious and worried about the state of her lover's heart. The rain still covers the school grounds, and Gita's mood is further upset by fears over Rama's whereabouts. He continued to wait for the presence of Rama, patiently and still hoping Rama came.

However, the anxiety of the Gita can not be eliminated just like that. He felt that something was wrong with his lover and felt the need to know what really happened to Rama. As the lesson time was going on, Gita continued to monitor the classroom doors, hoping to see Rama walk into the school today. For some reason, he was afraid of loneliness.

 A few minutes passed, finally their teacher entered the classroom. His face looked solemn, and Gita started to feel uneasy. The teacher later said that Rama was ill and could not attend school today. He told her that Rama was resting at home and wished that all his classmates would pray for his recovery.

 Hearing the news, Gita feels increasingly worried and hopes Rama will recover soon. He wanted to immediately visit his heart lover after returning home from school.The cold continues to blanket, the rain still continues to flutter the school area until noon. When the time to go home from school finally arrived, Gita immediately rushed to Rama's house escorted her private driver.

"Eh son Gita, you want to look at Rama?"

"Yes ma'am, so how's Rama doing now?" tanya Gita worries about Rama.

"He was hot at first, but now he's resting in his room. If you want to go upstairs to her room, Gita."  Said Mother Rama.

"Can I ma'am?"

"Yes!"

 Then he went straight into Rama's room, in the room of Rama who was covered with self-deterred shocked by the presence of Gita who came to his room. Rama who was still lying on the bed with a slightly pale face smiled at the presence of Gita. "Hi, Gita. I still feel a bit limp, so I apologize for not coming in today. Surely you're worried because I didn't come today?"

Gita takes a seat beside Rama's bed, "Rama... Why the hell did you make me anxious, I was afraid you were doing nothing earlier. Promise me you won't make me worry again?"

"Yes, I promise."

"You should really rest well, Rama. Don't do too much activity yeah, let it heal quickly."

 Then, Rama's mother came to the room to take Gita down for a while. After talking with Mother Rama for a moment, Gita and Mother Rama decided to make Rama a delicious meal to help restore his condition. They both went down to the kitchen, and Mother Rama lovingly taught Gita how to cook Rama's favorite food.

 Gita is happy to learn to cook with Rama's mother. He meticulously followed every step and clue given. The two of them chatted and laughed together in the kitchen, creating a warm and pleasant moment of togetherness. After cooking together, finally the delicious food was ready.

 They served the dish beautifully on a plate, and Mother Rama guided Gita to take the food to Rama's room. The Gita carries carefully dishes containing Rama's favorite dishes. His heart was mixed, anxious but also happy because it could visit and serve food for Rama. When he arrived at Rama's room, his face smiled gently as he looked at Rama who was lying on the bed.

"Rama. I brought your favorite dishes," said Gita with warmth.

Rama smiled happily at Gita, "Thank you, Gita. You're so nice."

"Well, I want to go downstairs and continue the work first."

"Yes ma'am."

Gita sat by Rama's bed and placed the plate on a small table. He helps Rama to sit down, then with gentleness, Gita serves the food and gives it to Rama.

"In order for you to feel better, I will feed you..."

"Eh no Git, I can do it!"

"No papa, open your mouth."

 Rama finally followed Gita's request with a laugh. The Gita with great care and affection, successfully served the food to Rama one feed after another. Rama feels very moved and happy, feeling lucky to have a woman like Gita who is so caring and considerate.

"Thank you, Gita. You are indeed the best woman in the world." said Rama with a sincere smile.

Gita is happy to help Rama feel better. He laughed happily and replied, "Of course! I will always be there for you, Rama."

 The two of them then continued on cheerfully. The Gita continues to entertain Rama and create a cheerful atmosphere even though Rama is still in a limp condition. This moment gave Rama the strength to heal quickly. Rama ate it voraciously Gita's cooking, until it was gone.

After finishing his meal, Gita accompanied Rama for a while before he returned home. Gita chatted casually and accompanied Rama for some time. They talk about a variety of things, from homework today, what notes to write, and more. But the chatter that Rama wants to ask, if he also dreamed the same as his last night.

 But when, want to discuss his mother Rama entered the room and said that the day began in the afternoon and the driver was tired waiting outside.

"Eh Git, you dream that too.." My words, but they can't continue because Mom came in to cut my conversation.

"Son Gita, it's late afternoon. Your driver is bored outside, you should go home before you find your Papah." The incoming mother's words cut through my conversation.

"Oh yes, ma'am thank you for my permission to cook earlier."

"Yes equally, if you want to continue to learn to cook even you can come by any time."

"Thank you mom, Rama I'll go home first."

"Yes, Git. Be careful" I said to Gita, who wanted to go home.

"I want you to take me forward."

 After that he went home to his house, Gita came home with a feeling of calm after visiting me. My pain also began to feel healed, but the loneliness began to feel again. After Gita gets home, I think I can just sleep in my bed all day.