"What's wrong, Lan, with your father?" asked Pita in a confused tone.
"No, you know, Pit," I answered slowly without turning to Pita and still staring at my father's face, which was already beet red.
Tap tap tap....
Father walked quickly closer to me, then pulled my hair tightly.
"Ah! It hurts, sir!" I screamed in pain as I tilted to follow the movements of my father's hand.
"Is this Wulan?" asked the father while throwing the test in my face.
"That... that-that, I-I. Wulan can-can you explain, sir," I said nervously as I held my head, which felt sore from the grab from my father.
I hope that my nervousness and pain this time can make the fetus in my stomach fall.
"Father didn't expect you to be this cheap, Wulan! Father educated you with a strong religion, father turned your back on paying for you to go to school in a place with a good religion. This is Wulan's result? Gob*kk! Gob*k kid!" Father's voice full of emotion.
Father pushed my head until my face almost landed on the floor.
Ribbon holding my arm.
"I'm sorry, sir, if Pita is following along. Calm down, sir. There may be a misunderstanding," said Pita defending me, Pita's right arm was wrapped around me. We both squatted on our knees.
"Slutty woman! You give up your honor without thinking about what's behind it, Wulan! Why don't you use your brain? Haaa?!" father's screams are getting worse. His eyes glared at me like a madman.
"Not like that, sir. Uhg hu hu hu...." I couldn't say any longer because my tears broke out. I was scared to see the state of the father who was so angry.
"Then what?! You are ashamed to have your child! A child who can't think. How can you get pregnant out of wedlock! Hanging out together! What sin are you looking for? Gob*kk, you, Wulaaan!" father growled.
Pita was pushed by the father to stay away.
Plack plack plack
Father slapped me many times.
My face feels hot. I hope that if I just kick my stomach, at least the child in this womb will die. Really, I don't want it.
Plaque
Father hit my head hard.
"Ahhh!" I complained and cried increasingly roaring.
"Revelation! What did you do to your son?" Bude Um came to defend me, then I was held in her arms.
"Don't ever defend this shameless child, Come on. He has tarnished himself with adultery. And now there is a child resulting from adultery in his body. Especially now? Just kick him out of this house. He is no longer my son!" shouted the father with a roaring tone.
His head was shaking from the pounding emotion. His jaw seemed to harden. His eyes were still glaring at me who was now sitting on the floor.
"You ask first. What really happened. Not the way you beat your child like this. He could die, Yu," said Bude Um.
"Just let him die!" said father.
I couldn't get a word out. Bude Um let go of his embrace.
"Really, Nduk, are you pregnant?" Bude Um asked me.
I nodded slowly.
"Astagfirullah, Nduk ...," said Bude Um.
"Listen to yourself right? What a bastard*n!" father cursed emotionally and then pulled my shirt off my shoulder until my body was dragged away from Bude Um.
Plack plack plack
"Excuse me, sir," I whispered. "I'm not wrong," I continued while crying and shaking my head weakly.
Srakkh!
My hair pulled again.
"Just kill Wulan, sir. Just kill me, I'm willing to die now. I wasn't wrong, I was--"
"Arrrhhggg! Already know you have committed a sin and still don't want to admit it! What do you want to be?! Haaa!" Father tugged my hair over and over again until my head was reeling.
"Revelation, that's it. This is your son, don't overdo it. Pity, God, forgive me," Bude Um said.
A confused band just cried looking at me.
Father let go of his hand that grabbed my hair and his right hand was raised in the air.
But suddenly the father's hand stopped and put his hand on his chest, his breathing turned out of whack. His eyes glanced up.
"Oh my God ...," said the father then his body seemed to be unsteady and then fell.
Brakkk
"FATHER!" I shouted.
******
Ngiiiung ngiung ngiung
The sound of an ambulance siren accompanied my journey to take my father to the hospital with Pakde Pur and Pita.
I held my father's cold hand. I looked at her face, while sobbing crying. Now you have an oxygen tube attached to your nose.
"I'm sorry, sir. Wulan hasn't been able to make mom and dad happy," I whispered.
The band sitting to my right massages my shoulder as if giving strength through touch.
Until we arrived at the hospital.
The rear door of the ambulance was opened and the hospital staff welcomed a push gurney outside.
Father was moved and entered the emergency room, meanwhile Pakde Pur went to the administrative room to register. I and Pita waited outside. Sit on a long wooden bench.
silence. Peter and I were lost in our own thoughts.
Why is the exam that is coming to make me more frantic and only cry that I can do. Life is too hard for me. I really want to end my life.
"Uhg hu hu hu ...," I cried while covering my face with my hands.
Ribbon shifted closer to me.
"Patience, calm, keep praying. God is watching over you, Lan," said Pita then put her arm around me and I hugged my best friend back while crying profusely.
"I don't think I'm strong, Pit. I'm not strong ... uhg ... hu hu hu ...," I said along with my tears.
"Strong, Lan, strong." Pita rubbed my back.
"Life is too hard for me to go through, Pit. It seems the world really wants to fight me."
"Let the world be against you, but not God, Lan. Just be sure."
"I just want to die with my mother, Pit."
"Huuush ... don't say that, Lan."
"What's really going on?" asked Pakde who broke the hug between me and Pita.
I wiped the tears that were flowing with the back of my hand.
I sighed as I looked down.
"Tell Pakde. What's wrong? Earlier, Uncle didn't have time to ask your uncle," Pakde said, clapping my hand.
"Wulan ... eee ... Wu-wulan ... ha-pregnant, Pakde," I whispered.
"What do you mean? Pregnant with Afri?" asked Pakde Pur surprised.
I nodded.
"But this is not my will, Pakde. I ... was raped. Uhg ... hu hu hu ...."
"Astagfirullah, why didn't you tell me? We can report it to the police, Lan," Pakde explained in a low voice.
"I'm scared, Pakde. I thought anyway, Mas Afri wants to take responsibility and we will get married. I don't want to embarrass the family," I explained.
"Then Afri knows that you are pregnant?" asked Uncle.
"No, and I don't want to tell you. He's a loser. It's better for my son not to know his father."
"Why don't you try first. Let him be responsible, Lan."
"Uncle, if he's really responsible. He won't leave me when he's getting married. Even if he respects me, he won't force me to have a relationship before we get married. I don't want to get to know another relationship with a devil in human form like him."
"Hmmm. Let's hide your pregnancy from other people. So that it doesn't get any worse. It's only Bude, Pakde and Pita who know. Don't let other people know. You hide your pregnancy first, okay. Later when it's born so you can enter Pakde's KK as a child."
I shook my head weakly and cried.
Until some time later finally came out a man dressed as a nurse.
"Revelation Patient Family."
The three of us compactly got up from our seats and approached the nurse.
"Look, the patient must be operated on," said the nurse and then a man in a typical doctor's suit came too.
"Pak Wahyu's family, right? I am the doctor who treats him. I am Emran," said the bespectacled doctor.
"Iya," jawabku.
"I help to explain. Pak Wahyu had a stroke."
"Why do you need surgery, Doc?" I asked.
"Look, Ma'am. The stroke that Mr. Wahyu experienced was caused by a ruptured blood vessel which resulted in bleeding in the brain. When this stroke took place, it affected blood flow through the main arteries in the middle cerebral. Almost all parts of the brain were really short of blood, thing this can cause rapid death as well as bleeding in almost half of the brain. If we don't perform surgery, it could be life threatening for the patient."
"Can my father recover, Doctor?"
"The doctor will try his best. Just pray. If the family agrees, then they can sign for approval for the operation. But because this hospital does not support the equipment. So we will help refer you to the nearest city hospital that can perform the operation," concluded the doctor then said goodbye. "Excuse me good afternoon."
Once again I'm in confusion.
"Where does the money come from, sir?" I asked.
"We guarantee the house to the bank. If it's still lacking, we can also guarantee uncle's house. Your father's life is more important. Dance and you still need your father, Lan," Pakde replied.
"I have some money saved, Lan. You can use it for the initial payment. After this, I'll take it home, if it's still not enough, I can sell some of my jewelry. All right, you stay calm. There must be a way," said Pita.
Pakde and I made the approval for your operation. Hopefully this is the right decision. Father was referred to the city hospital.
With Pita's help to pay the initial costs, then I will pay the father's house certificate for the payment. Of course it's not easy, because the certificate is still in the name of the father and the condition of the father is unconscious.
But finally, with the help of Pakde's friend who works at the Regional Bank, he finally agreed to the loan application that I submitted.
You finished the operation, thankfully you were able to wake up, but parts of your body could not be moved and all activities were carried out in bed. Even his speech was not clear.
It seems that you don't necessarily get away from medical treatment just like that. You still have to take medication and postoperative care such as physiotherapy, occupational therapy or speech therapy. It's also easier for you to suddenly scream and ramble wildly.
Debts piled up, my father's condition made it impossible for me to work, and the hardest part was that I was pregnant without a husband.
I'm staying strong and have devised a plan.
Until the fortieth day my mother died.
The whole family is present. After the event was over, I said goodbye to work in the city with Pita. At the same time devising a plan to start taking revenge on Mas Afri's parents. Because until now I still haven't been able to find where Mas Afri lives now, but I can confirm it. Afri and his family will suffer.
Continued