The Bujang Lapuk
Za Sick

"Sir, I'm assigning tasks to the kids, huh?" said Za to Fatma who is picket today.

"Where are you going?" fatma asked in surprise because Za was never absent except when she was sick and had to be hospitalized.

"You want permission to go home, ma'am."

It is a responsibility to go home. Hours of teaching Za stay 2 more. After the second break he can be allowed to go home. But he was no longer able to hold his heavy head. Also his body that feels drained since the morning trying to be held. Not since this morning, because Za had felt a fever for three days but ignored him.

Fatma put her back on her hand.

"Za, you have a fever?"

Za nodded in lethargy. It was as if he really had no power to open his mouth anymore. His head was placed on the table. Fortunately, the office was quiet because the class hours a few minutes ago rang.

"Call your father, Za! Don't go home alone."

Although Fatma did not say so even Za was not strong enough to carry his own motorbike. But his father was out of town. His mother can't ride a motorcycle. Bian, his cousin returned to Samarinda yesterday. Alya has a lecture. Ask Ghani to help him work.

"Za, you're still strong, right?" Fatma rubbed Za's forehead many times.

Za tried to straighten his back. He opened a book supporting mathematics subjects. Search for pages that will be assigned to the students. Because his head is so dizzy Za to forget the last material.

Za explained to Fatma briefly, before her professional friend left the teacher's office to go to class. Instead of packing up to go home, Za put her head back on. Both of his eyes felt heavy to keep open

"Za!" the call made Za force herself to hold her head up. And trying to open my eyes.

"Have you been to class, ma'am?" ask Za.

"Two minutes ago. You go home, don't you?"

"So." So." Za took her bag and with her remaining strength she dragged her steps into the lobby accompanied by Fatma who was worried about her condition. Za will go home in a taxi only because it is impossible to drive his own motorcycle.

In the school lobby, Za rested her head after sitting on a chair. Walking from the teacher's office to the lobby alone had left him exhausted. Za even felt his legs were no longer able to stand on the floor. He should have followed his mother's advice this morning for permission not to enter.

"Come on!" The heavy sound made Za open her eyes slowly.

Za's forehead frowned. Because of the dizziness and also wonder. He turned to Fatma who was sitting next to him.

"Aren't there any Mas Fadhil, Ma'am?" whispered Za quietly.

"Nobody can pick you up."

"Mister asked her to come here? I'm gonna take a cab, Mommy."

"Yes..gimana dong? Get over here." Fatma put on a guilty face. Because he was the one who asked Fadhil for help. Besides Za Todak there is someone to invite, also to launch his mission to bring Za closer to Fadhil.

To simply express his frustration over Fatma's attitude Za was no longer strong. He was forced to move with Fatma when Fadhil returned to take her home. Until installing the seatbelt must be assisted by Fatma.

Fadhil lowered the backrest to make Za feel comfortable. Because since getting into the car earlier, Za had been completely unable to support her body.

"No need, Mas. If I go to the hospital I'm definitely sent to hospital," Za refused weakly.

"To know you have to be hospitalized means that your pain is really severe. Why refuse to seek treatment?"

"I don't want you to worry. The mother panicked."

Fadhil doesn't care about Za's refusal. He went down first and a few moments later came back with a wheelchair.

"You want help?" tanya Fadhil sees Za flinching after Fadhil opens the door for her.

"Sir, if you still menggeyel long I carried in, loh!"

Za clucked in annoyance. He got down slowly and took a wheelchair. Fadhil pushed her into the registration room. And they have to queue with other patients who fill the registration room.

"Just go home, Mom. The queue was long," whined Za at the row of seats filled with occupants. It is not strong to sit for too long. Because his body was eager to be broken down.

Fadhil looked at Za with pity. Just stare. He held back even to simply stick the back of his hand to Za's forehead.

"Mas, home! I want to sleep." Za even whined like a child because Fadhil was silent.

The man then moved and pushed Za into the IGD room to get immediate treatment. Coming home with a bad Za is certainly not the right choice. At least Za had to get medicine to ease her pain.

It was true what Za was thinking. Doctors advised Za for hospitalization which was directly approved by Fadhil without consideration from Za. Again Za whined to ask to go home. His father is not home. Her mother would have panicked if she knew Za was hospitalized because her illness was coming back. The Za diet is not well maintained. All because of the man sitting next to her. Who imposes his will without accepting rejection. Although it had yet to happen, Za had already imagined how that day had arrived. All his family one vote in favor of him and Fadhil. Za can do anything but accept.

Before long Za had been dragged into the treatment room. One of the hospital's VIP rooms. Very comfortable with full facilities. Because Za was hospitalized several times, her father chose first class at a government hospital. Za imagines the magnitude of the cost of a private hospital with rooms as good as a star hotel. He is not out of thought with Fadhil who chose the room without compromising first with him. Does Fadhil think Za's father has a lot of money?

"Mas, just move the room. You can't pay the bill how?"

"Yes, you are his guarantee. After you recover, you will work here. Nyapu, mopping, clean the glass. Until the hospital bills are paid off with your paycheck."

Za snorted at Fadhil's joke. "I'm serious, Mum."

Fadhil chuckles to see Za grumbling. "Don't think about the cost. Now you eat and take your medicine. You're often late to eat so you're sick."

Za squinted her eyes. "Where does Mas Fadhil know?"

"There was. Even every thing you do I know" said Fadhil, taking a plate filled with food from the hospital.

"Would you eat alone or feed yourself?" ask Fadhil without awkward.

Za stunned. Fadhil is getting here more and more brave.

Za pulled the blanket over her face instead of opening her mouth as Fadhil took a spoonful of rice.

"Mas can't wait 11 more days if your behavior always makes such an upset, Dek!"

O Lord, please be your servant. Fadhil even counts every less day. It means that the man is not messing with his words. Za's heart was beating hard. He felt that even if treated, the pain would be longer if his mind was getting messed up.