My fault? Or Destiny?
Chapter.14
Malik left Mila's house with a wound in his heart, while Mila just stared at Malik's departure there was a little regret Mila had to end this relationship. But anyway this is better because Mila does not want to ruin the child's relationship with her Mother.
"Here you are, son, you must rise. You can't keep this up however it's been a deal you two, already yuk want Mom to take you to your room or what?" tanya Marni looked fixedly at the face of Mila who was bowed lethargic.
"Is my decision wrong, Mom? I just want to see Mas Malik and Mama reconcile, if I keep being there the debate between them never ends. Am I guilty, Mama?" Mila began to ask Marni over the unanimous decision.
"There's nothing wrong, Mother fully supports your decision if it's the best. Merely regretting why you should leave Hanan Nak?" tanya Mirna grabbed Mila's hand to give her strength.
"What can I do, Mom? Even to take care of myself I can't! How am I supposed to take care of Hanan Mak?" Mila began to raise her voice disappointed with her own circumstances.
"You still have Mom and Dad baby, why is your mind so shallow? But you're hoping your Mother-in-law can take good care of Hanan," said Marni did not want to make Mila cornered.
"Mak? Would Hanan be happy if his life only took care of me with this disability? Hanan is still a child who needs happiness out there, I can't even do anything but rely on others. I've no use Mak!" Mila sobbed to blame her now handicapped self.
"Hush! You are talking about Nduk! Don't talk that all macems have been arranged by God, this is already the Maghrib prayer better now you take ablution to do prayer," replied Mardi made Mila stared blankly ahead.
The prayer? Even Mila has abandoned her obligations since she was busy with work, O God is this a reprimand for Mila? So that Mila returns to the creator? Mila approached Mardi while crying as she pleased.
"Do I still deserve to pray sir? This sinful me has neglected to give up my duty to fulfill his calling, can God still forgive me Sir?" Mila asked as if she had no self-respect to pray.
"Astofyrene! So all this time you've been leaving your obligations just for the pleasure of your world Nduk? It is only fitting that your life has no direction and you are not at all Legowo receiving the test that has been set for you, pray! Before God was truly wrathful toward you Nduk," the commandment of Mardi was taken by Mila.
Mila pushes her wheelchair with her zeal towards the bathroom, her life coming back in color after a reprimand. Mila took ablution water with great novelty, tears continued to wet her cheeks when Mila ablaze with fervor. Mila kept remembering that she was full of sin and stain.
"Can Mila pray in a wheelchair?" ask Mila who has finished ablution.
"Maybe Nduk, after all when you are sick if you usually do prayer by sitting can be done," explained Marni with a smile towards her daughter who now gets the spirit of life again.
"Alright then Mila wants to pray first Mak," explained Mila pushing a wheelchair towards her room.
"You want to help me not, son?" bargain Marni slightly shouted for Mila to hear her voice.
No more answers from Marni then Mila took the mucena in her wardrobe, Mila again shed tears to see the long abandoned face. Mila began to wear mukena and began to pray, as long as Mila continued to shed tears. His heart was truly ashamed to have forgotten the creator who still gave him a chance.
"Why baby?" marni asked to hear Mila's sobs becoming more and more.
"Why is God so good to me, Mom? After a long time I forgot my duty but God still gave me a chance to live, I was really ashamed Mommy," explained Mila crying in Marni's arms.
"It is important that at this time you do not neglect to forget your obligations Nduk, his name is lazy Mak also often appears laziness. Yuk yuk yuk we just eat, from earlier you also have not eaten, right? I've been waiting for you in the dining room," invite Marni so Mila to end this sadness.
"Ah ayok Mak, Mila already miss Mother's cooking. I think it's been a long time ago, Mila did not eat Mother's cooking? How many months is it, Mama?" mila asked as she pushed her own wheelchair towards the dining table.
"How many months did you say, son? 1 Year you have never visited here, right the last time you came here out of Eid? After that you never come here again," explained Marni while reddening her lips sign was lashing with Mila.
"Well, Mom's good at sulking now, huh? I've been since when do you like sulking like this?" ledek Mila while heading towards her father's Mardi.
"Why did your mother sulk? It seems that only this time like sulking when the shopping money runs out, son," explained Mardi while chuckling.
While Marni who got 2 opponents at once can only grieve, Marni misses this warm family. Moreover, Mila is the only child, Marni once asked Malik to stay in his house, although the house is narrow only accommodates Mila and Malik it still feels fit.
But Malik refused the goodwill because his mother only lives alone, his father had long died of a heart attack. Inevitably Marni relented to let go of Mila coming with her husband. Now that Mila had returned to a different state, Marni's heart was really slashed to see this reality. The always cheerful little girl now keeps a lot of wounds, Marni looks at Marni carefully which makes Mila a canticle.
"Why Mak? How did Mak identify Mila like that? Something wrong with Mila, huh?" tanya Mila stopped feeding the rice into her mouth.
"Not really, kid! Mom is just thinking what are you going to do in the future?" ask Marni to divert the conversation.
"Emmm..Mila has not thought about what the hell Mak, may want to help you just downstairs. But where can I use a wheelchair?"
Marni so thinking what things Mila can do to live her life, Marni does not want Mila to continue doing things that are not useful. Mila also thought what things Mila would do to connect her life, it is impossible to also depend her life on her Mom and Father.