Bakoh Shoulder

Chapters 133. Go not back

Mr. Darmaji returned to the hospital with Teguh. His feelings had been bad since he set foot in that place. The toe-lobed flip-flops were forced to run to may soon be able to meet his wife.

"Sir.." Ms. Indun smiled as she saw her husband's presence.

"Yes buk, I'm sorry I didn't stay for a while. It's firmly here as well" Mr. Darmaji was relieved to see his wife again. A glass of water that is still full indicates that Indun has not tasted it.

"Drink first buk," Mr. Darmaji helped his wife to drink the drinking water provided by the hospital.

Steady as experiencing dejavu, he was like seeing himself who was taking care of Nur while in the hospital first. His heart ached right then and there, the shadow of a loved one going away leaving him back he felt.

As soon as he threw away the chaotic thoughts, he was sure that the Indun tribe would be cured. Yet.. At first glance he saw the net radiance no longer had the spirit to continue living. Bu Indun has changed a lot, both his physique is getting thinner as well, he said, which is more subtle and guarded when going to say anything.

"God.. Where's Ayu? Not coming here?" Tanya Bu Indun looked towards Teguh.

"He's still college. Will definitely be here, the bulek must be healed.. Let me gather together paklek and Selvi at home. I can go home soon." Teguh said encouragingly.

The smile came. His breathing is short, as it is heavy and difficult to breathe oxygen and give his lungs a supply of o² to sustain his life.

"Later home too.." Indun said back coughing. Anyone who hears it must feel pity.

Cough long and like not stopping, when Mr. Darmaji helped pat his wife's nape aimed to give energy so that his wife was strong, the old hand of Mr. Darmaji was even grasped by Mr. Indun.

"Sir.. It hurts, my chest hurts.." It is almost inaudible.

Teguh helps apply eucalyptus oil on the soles of the feet of Indun to make it warmer, so that cold temperatures do not make the bulk of this cough.

"God.. I'm sorry, but this has always made you difficult. You're the same Ayu, father too.. There are many people I'm struggling with." Slowly said. Ms. Indun looks tired.

"Udah buk.. Rest, do not think macem-macem yes. You must be healed,"

In his heart, Mr. Darmaji is also afraid if he has to face the reality of being left his soulmate. Although the age is not young anymore, but they have been through hard to be happy together all this time. Although actually their household is often colored by quarrels and gaps but, in fact Mr. Darmaji never thought of wishing his love to other women.

Firmly asked Mr. Darmaji to call the sisters to replace the infusion fluid that has been exhausted. According to him, because Teguh knows that Mr. Darmaji needs time alone with his wife.

With a firm step Teguh towards where the sisters are guarding, even though they are outside the nursery room of Indun but Teguh's mind is still fixed on the bulek.

Not even Teguh arrived at the place he was headed, the sound of the cry of his pack made Teguh return to the room where the mother Indun was treated by running.

A scene that contrasts with the beginning he entered the room, now Teguh saw a lot of blood splattered on the floor as well as the bed of the patient occupied by the mother Indun. This doesn't make sense, it should be as bad as a cough someone won't get like that. The blood was like a slaughtered chicken, that was the appearance Teguh saw now. While Indun ma'am, he was already absent with his eyes closed perfectly.

"Bulek.. O Allah.. This why? Paklek I didn't call the doctor first huh," Get back out of the room. This time he moved faster, while running!

"Sir.. We have tried, but the age of humans is not us who determine. Please say yes sir, mas.. I mourn deeply." The doctor covered the blanket for Ms. Indun to cover the body left behind.

It is like a lightning strike without rain. Mr. Darmaji and Teguh were so shocked by what the doctor had just said. Mr. Darmaji was silent without a sound but his eyes painted all his feelings.

He cried for the one he loved, the old eye had to be wet with tears, lost without being able to meet again.

Suddenly, Mr. Darmaji felt his chest hurt, but he was silent and occasionally said Istighfar.

"Paklek.. Patience, the bulek has calmed down there. Ikhlasin bulek's.." Can't keep me entertained with many words if he himself also felt the same loss.

"Yes Guh" Mr. Darmaji still answered.

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Selvi came home, she witnessed the crowd in her house. He doesn't know if his mother is dead. His steps were thin, the longer he approached the yard area of his house.

He heard people reciting the holy Quran. His legs stopped, the atmosphere was not wearing Selvi began to feel. He was afraid that what he had been hiding would be sniffed by his parents and neighbors. What he feared if his parents found out if he played with black magic, allied with demons and far removed from his religious teachings.

His eyes caught the symbol of grief, a yellow flag mounted in front of his home support pole.

"What's this??" Selvi face worried.

"Sir.. What was? What's up here? Why so many people? Where's mom??" Selvi asked when she saw her father was among the people in her house.

"Brazed kid! Still dare to go home? Stop by, don't go home again! Your mother was sick until she died, where did you say? Where are you brain gadein? If you can't appreciate me as your father, at least look at your mother. During the night you're the only one who's wanted, you're the only one who thinks, you're the one who's worried!"

Mr. Darmaji can't control his emotions. He was angry, the loving child had grown up to be a merciless figure. Manja may be what Mr. Darmaji caught first as the ugly nature of his son but the more mature the arrogant nature and do not want to respect his own parents actually become a mental battle that makes heartache on Mr. Darmaji.

"Sir kidding?? My mother is alive!! I came home because my mother told me to sir! Semalem I was at my house, I pinjem money to help my father ngobatin ibuk! But at dawn she told me to go home! Don't talk about anything!" Selvi did not want to lose echoing her voice.

A hard slap on the cheek made Selvi drop her tears. Mr. Darmaji also hurt because he hit his own son. Maybe his mouth said loudly but, deep in his heart, Mr. Darmaji really loved Selvi. Nothing could break the reality if Selvi was the only child she had.

Selvi circulated her entire gaze to the various corners of the room. She even ran to her mother's room and wished her mother was still in it as usual.

"Who's looking??" Snapped Mr. Darmaji hard.

"Hud! I know my mother is leaving, right, I lied to you as I buuuk!! Ibuuk, where's mom??? Last morning I went to my place, my mother was still healthy, she walked there even though my place was far from here.. Buuuk! This is Selvi coming home buuuk!" Selvi screamed with quick steps looking for her mother's whereabouts.

His mother who was buried, his mother who left will never return.. Selvi could not help but endure the sadness. He fainted when the one he was looking for never appeared.