Mom for Aira
Chapter 8.

"Bah, we have to talk...."

"Cello you wait here yeah..."

"Let's mom..."

"Bah, come...."

The two men left the living room.

"Father anything, he's my son's reward, time just want to know the address of his daddy's house just have to pay...."

"It's a golden opportunity mah, emang mamah want a house and papah shop in a bank confiscation, we continue to be vagabonds...."

Christian, Sani's husband's name. He is a businessman in property. And a few days ago he was tricked by his own friend. So that the store and his house are threatened to be confiscated by the bank, to pay off the debt when starting his business first.

"Yes want a reward, but right..."

"It's up to you...."

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"You take it easy, Ze, I'll pay if it's what they want..."

"No, sir, I have one too....."

"Where do you have money from, instead of you just graduating, you already have money?"

"Where did you start, why did you just graduate school?"

"Yes with papa anyway, have your money saved, now you are my responsibility...."

Their conversation stops when Chris and Sani come back.

"This is the address, but as my husband said, you have to pay 600 million...."

Zea's heart was as if it was broken to pieces. Back to feeling wasted. How not, he just asked for his father's address but why was told to pay dearly.

"She's aunty, where's her account number, let me transfer it now...."

"It's.." Chris put out a piece of paper.

Arka immediately accepted it, then he typed the number on his phone.

Cling.

"Please check it out...."

Chris immediately checked the notification on his phone.

"He's in...."

"Please excuse me, sorry for interrupting your time...."

"Come Ze...."

"May the mother always be happy." Only the word is thrown out of her mouth.

After that he walked out of the room.

"Do you not want to stay here?" preventing the departure of Zea and Arka.

Actually there is a guilt that infiltrates in the heart of Sani when asking for payment to his son just for a piece of paper bearing the address.

But what can be done, if her husband's business goes bankrupt where else they get the money, while they have two children who are still in school and must be financed.

"No auntie, afraid of nicotine, we stay at the hotel.." refused Arka.

"Let's excuse us...."

After that they both got into the car, where the driver was waiting.

"To the nearest hotel sir...."

"Ready mas....."

Zea cried without a sound. His heart was so sick to see his mother's behavior.

I want to feel Arka hugging the fragile body tightly. Speak words that can calm the heart of the owner of the body. But what is power, if God has not allowed it.

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They were at the hotel.

The driver came down to reserve a room.

"There sir?" ask Arka to the driver who just got back in the car.

"There's a...."

"Alhamdulillah...."

"Ze woke up to the hotel...."

Tired of crying Zea fell asleep, but the distance between her mother's house to the hotel was only 30 minutes, but Zea could fall asleep quickly.

"Ze's up...."

"Her...."

"Well, let's get up...."

"My head is dizzy." complained Zea.

"You sick?"

Zea nodded slowly.

"It's just a headache, is it?"

"She, come on in...."

Zea got out of the car with a stagger, her right hand holding her head and her left hand holding onto the body of the car.

"Let's help..."

"It can still be alone....."

Although Zea's staggering managed to meet him in his room.

Zea immediately laid herself on the bed.

Zea pulled out the blanket, to cover her cold body.

As a result of holding back the dizziness in his head, Zea finally fell asleep again.

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Tok

Tok

Tok

There's no answer.

"Ze, aren't you going to the mosque?" ask Arka again

But the same, there is no answer.

"Don't Zea pass out?" his gum.

Arka immediately opened the door, and it was not locked. Step in, get closer to the bed.

Getting closer to the bed, there was a sound of teeth clashing against each other and a groan.

Arka quickened her pace.

Arka was confused as to how to wake up Zea?, puking her body?, that was impossible.

Arka took the initiative to ask the female staff of the hotel for help.

"Mba.." call an arc on a woman wearing a hygiene uniform.

"He sir...."

The woman left the bucket with her mop.

"Can you please mba?"

"What can you ask for, sir?"

"Please wake up my friend...."

"All right..."

The woman followed Arka who went back into Zea's room.

The woman went straight to the bathroom to wash her dirty hands, before waking up Zea.

"Mba woke up, another maghrib.." shook Zea's body gently wrapped in a blanket.

Zea did not respond.

"Try to touch his forehead, he was complaining of dizziness....."

The woman opened a small blanket that covered up Zea's entire body. Then he placed the back of his hand on Zea's forehead.

"It was very hot, sir." said the woman.

Zea who felt a touch on her forehead opened her eyes.

"I'm sorry sir, but he's awake." said the hotel official.

"Thank you...."

The hotel attendant, immediately came out of Zea's room.

"Pak Arka's.." said Zea.

"She, are we going to the doctor?"

Zea nodded. Signs agree.

"Can you wake up by yourself?"

Zea nodded back.

From a young age Zea was used to being independent. If he is sick, he will not complain to anyone. He'll just lock himself in the room.

Until he knew that he was sick by himself. And the edges of the Zea will get a long scolding from the Yoga mas.

Azan magrib was heard from all over.

"We maghribban first yes..."

Zea nodded, then got up from her sleep holding her head.

"Want me help?"

"No, please pray first..."

"All right...."

Arka stepped towards the door. Arriving at the door, Arka turned towards Zea. Watch him get into the bathroom. He closed the door and went to his room.

Zea cleans up and changes clothes before prayer.

.............. ..........

Now Zea was lying weakly in the hospital bed. In one of the veins in his left hand was attached an infusion needle, along with the hose.

Zea should be treated for the next 2 days. Zea has a history of typhoid and low blood pressure. And now his typhoid disease relapses, accompanied by high blood pressure. So he needs to be treated.

"Eat yes, from noon you have not eaten.." orders Arka.

Zea just shook her head.

"Let's get well soon, or want some food from the outside?" haggling Ark again.

Zea nodded back.

"Later I'm hungry I will eat." said Zea.

"Well, if you want something to say yes to..."

"Her...."

Arka turned her body, stepped onto the sofa.

Dert

Dert

Dert

The sound of vibration coming from Zea's phone.

Arka stopped, turned her back and took the new cell phone on the nightstand.

"Umi.." he muttered.

"Who's sir, umi?"

"Yes..."

"He has lifted up..."

"But this is a video call..."

"Let's just...."