My Maduku the Princess in my house
bab.62 good-bye

POV .Friska

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I gave a paper containing the address given siska to mas Hendri .

"this is in Bengkulu and the name of this road I know , just try if Abram has a mobile phone I can contact Him" said Mas Hendri when reading the address I offered earlier .

"you can go there, I'm afraid Siska he wants someone close to accompany this time." said I was sad .

"you are great fris , at least not hold a grudge to Siska , your heart is sincere despite ever being hurt ." mas Hendri memeluku .

"tomorrow I rent my friend's car to go to Bengkulu, you help keep the store until I go home .' said mas Hendri.

I nodded in agreement, tomorrow I will ask the Asni bullek to help keep Alfin at home, amori I take to the store .

after Mas Hendri left to take Amori to school and continued to his store, I immediately opened the blue novel application .

my novel this time tells about the suffering of a woman who is suffering from cancer and her longing for the presence of her husband and family .

setting the place I made in Bengkulu area according to the address given Siska, I got inspiration from Siska curhatan on me .

yes sometimes I can inspire writing from personal experiences, people around and friends, all I will pour into writing and thank God my name began to be known to people and my novel many readers .

oh yeah how Siska is doing, since she came home to Bu Ginah I have never contacted her .

I looked for Siska's contact on my phone and then contacted her .

[hallo ..ini I'm Friska sis, how are you.]

[oh mbak Friska yes, this is my Bu ginah, Siska was sleeping after taking the medicine ]

[oh that's it ma'am, how Siska's condition is now Bu ]

[no change of stomach, feet increased swelling [, daily crying pain , very bad pain .]

[Mom, can you tell me where Bu ginah's home address is]

[in Raharjo village behind SD school mbak, my house is white paint there is a mango tree in front of him ]

[well ma'am, thank you ]

I turned off the phone and kept it in my pocket, sleeping Alfin I carried it to Asni's house .

"bulek, I'll take Alfin for a moment yes I want to go to Raharjo village." I said to the bulek as he greeted me at the door .

"want to go to the village of Raharjo fris." asked Asni bulek .

"there's a little bit of business, '" I was forced not to tell my purpose there .

"yes it's a day of hearts on the road." said bulek while bringing Alfin into the room .

twenty minutes drive I finally arrived in front of the house of Bu Ginah, it is not too difficult to find the house of Bu Ginah, as a masseur Bu Ginah already known all residents in his village.

the whitewashed house in front of me looked lonely, the front door was tightly closed, I knocked on the door and said my greetings.

there was no answer from inside the house 'a woman passed by beside Ms Ginah's house carrying a plastic bag of groceries .

"bak look for Bu ginah yes, if you want to meet him first mbak because many want to massage the same Miss Ginah." said the woman who wears a yellow negligee .

"oh Bu ginah is not at home yes, keep the adopted child where mbak , is there at home ." ask me .

"oh mbak who is sick is yes, there is kok in his room, every day in Bu Ginah stay to the house of the person who asked for massage , the pot was alone at home .' answer the woman in front of me .

"can't ya mbak I go inside, want to see Siska adopted son Bu ginah." asku .

"through the back door aja mbak, not in the key kok only in the wedge using a small stool ." the woman in front of me asked me to enter through the back door .

"oh yes, take his name who , from earlier we have not known ya .' said me while smiling at him .

"my name is Friska mbak." I mentioned my name, Wati smiled at me .

mbak Wati pushed the kitchen door made of wood, when the door opened mbak Wati invited me to enter .

bu Ginah's house is very simple, the living room there is a plastic chair, there is a small television on a wooden table, next to the living room there is a room said Mbak Wati's room Bu ginah .

mbak Wati opened the door of the room near the middle room .

kreekk..the wooden door is pushed and mbak Wati stepped in first .

"jeez .." thank you Wati .

my eyes were directed towards the iron bed on which Siska's body was seen from behind.

"jeez sis, here's a wet bed," I was asphyxiated, bad smell and a little foul filled the not-so-large room .

Siska silently looked at me, my God, her face was like an undead, pale, her body was very thin and Siska's hair was bald, there was little left in her head.

"snatch...Friska I'm not strong mbak." Siska's breath stinged while talking.

"not to say that sis , you must be strong yes , pray continuously sis begging Allah ." I said while removing the eyes of Siska who began to get wet .

"maybe I can't meet Dito, travel there far away , all night I dream my mother came and took me away ." Siska was crying without a sound, her breathing was still tight .

"maybe you miss sis.so your mother came in a dream, you have to keep the spirit to heal sis, the strong yes sis." said I encouraged her .

kreekk ..the open door Bu ginah entered the room carrying a packet of food that he said the same rice knew, Bu ginah approached towards Siska .

"you eat first yes sis, this is mom buying rice wrap for you ." Bu ginah opened the rice and put it on the plate .

Siska shook her head slowly ,

"i can't eat Ma'am, my neck hurts so much and my lower stomach hurts like it's in a crumple Mom ." Siska holds her neck while speaking .

and suddenly Siska's eyes glared, her breathing was stingy, I Bu ginah and Mbak Wati was very panicked .

"sis ...kamu why." I held Siska's head and I put a pillow under her head.

siska's mouth is like saying something but no sound comes out .

"Mom.sa..kit.." her voice came out slowly .

"i took water and tried to give Siska a drink ..His head I lifted a little and put a straw in his mouth .

there was a little water that Siska sucked, her breathing was still tight, Siska's face was getting pale and her body was hot full of sweat now became cold .

whether siska will die, my heart is filled with great anxiety, my tears flow to see Siska's suffering .

"mbak..titip Safira yes., I am not strong anymore , please love Safira ," Siska's voice is still heard even though it is very slow and brick .

I clasped the siska's hand, my mouth I brought it close to the siska's ear .

I read two sentences of the creed

siska followed my words with her breath choked.

Bu Ginah rubbed Siska's face, head and hands with water recited by prayer .

siska's eyes bulged, her body convulsed and afterwards she drooped with eyes open .

I rubbed his face, his eyes were closed even though they were not tight, Bu Ginah wept hugging Siska's body .

inalillahi wa inaillahi

happy Siska path, may your worship be accepted, forgiven all your sins, and placed in a proper place by Allah SWT ...