MY ONE HOPE FOR YOU
Chapter 027's

 why?"

I stopped my activities. My left hand rests on me at the dinner table. I sat down, and shed tears.

I thought about my current body condition. Thinking about what it would be like if my sister, Jaka had to shoulder all the burdens alone.

My tears were still flowing, not realizing that Jaka was already in front of me.

"Sir, if it still hurts. Let Jaka who is allowed not to attend school replace Mbak selling in the market" he said lirih.

"You must stay in school, my sister must be able to reach her goals. That's also Mbak's ambition, Jaka." I said with a whimper of pain.

Suddenly Jaka stood up and hugged me from behind.

"Sir, everything does not need to be forced. Trying more is possible, as long as it is not forcing." Jaka told me.

A sweet sentence I never expected would come out of a Jaka's mouth. A sentence that gives a deep message without making an arrogant impression. 

I still can't just let go of the words my sister said.

Jaka finally returned to the seat in front of me.

"Bak rest first, let Jaka handle everything." 

My only sister, saying something like that. It was as if he was a superhero who could do so many unexpected things.

But how else. Right now, he is a hero to me. Only Jaka can help me.

I smiled faintly in tears that were still flowing.

"Yes, you already know what you usually do in the morning. Ma'am, believe you can. I'm sorry, Jaka."

Jaka laughed and pointed his thumb at me, and immediately went into the kitchen just like that.

Now I have to take care of myself and take care of myself.  

There is no way that I who have put everything on Jaka should also ask for his help to take care of me.

"No, no, the more spoiled, the more I will get caught up in a pain that could have been just this trivial." - my inner heart.

My steps are moving slowly. The cold floor of the house. 

Until the sound of the impact from my knee and the wooden bed sounded quite loud.

Without even looking, I immediately broke down and tried to find comfort hoping for a cure. 

My decision to take a break today, seems like a pretty good one.

I can't believe anymore, what would happen if I kept pushing to go trading.

Right now the faithful wall clock attached to the wall of my room has shown at 11:00 

My body feels very heavy. My right hand is hard to move, only with my left hand I turn my prayer beads.

My head was leaning against an old wooden cabinet that contained my clothes and some of my mother's former clothes.

"O Allah, only You know the limits of Your servant's ability. And it is only You who determine the cure of the sickness of every one of Your servants." 

My heart was calm, my hair was standing together because it was so full of asthma.

Asthma that belongs only to God, which no creature can get.

Although my right hand was hard to move, and my whole body was heavy. 

My eyes closed, shedding the vision around me.

But I don't know why, right now I feel so comfortable.

It was as if I was being led somewhere.

The breath that I had originally felt and consciously carried out, was now beginning to slowly dissipate.

I no longer remember my count of his asthma. My lips kept moving, following the instinct to recite to Him.

There was nothing more I could feel from every sense I had. 

"Mr.. Ma'am.."

I woke up and took a deep breath. Jaka said, I fainted and was unconscious when he got home after trading in the market.

Sure enough, as my eyes slowly began to open, my vision was blurred and unclear as if it was being covered in a puddle of tears.

For a while I could not answer the call my sister made.

However, I knew that my sister was trying to do something to me.

I tried to call out to him, but my lips could not move.

Until Jaka presented the warm water to me and clasped my hand on the glass, I began to feel a warm sensation.

Gradually recovering my consciousness, the response from that warm temperature neutralized what I had just experienced.

I'm personally alone, not knowing if I just fainted or anything else.

Most importantly, right now I'm back. My right shoulder started to feel less pain.

"Thank you." I said to Jaka.

Jaka nodded and held my forehead, checking whether my body temperature was normal or not.

"It's not hot, mbak." said Jaka.

"Alhamdulillah." My inner heart.

Jaka then helped me get back to bed. Then he took the food he had bought after trading and gave it to me.

Today, Jaka tells a lot of things related to his first day of selling.

Starting from him who is praised by many people for trying to live independently in the market at this age.

There are also those who insinuate Jaka, because it considers Jaka has shallow ideals, but is considered as a wind and then just like that by Jaka.

I feel grateful, Jaka did not experience significant obstacles to his experience trading for the first time alone.