Before He Goes

Still Loving you

"What are you doing here?" adam asked, sweet man dimpled. Children with leukemia just like Dara was stunned and happy to find Dara who during the class was lazy to chat with him even though he was given chocolate.

Dara was silent for a moment, looking at the hose infusion that drained the pink liquid into Adam's body.

"You sick, Dam?" Dara turned to ask, he got up, aligned high with Adam who was already bald head. Dara thought Adam did like the shaved cut model. The fact is that the boy is sick.

Adam's mother shook her head. "Again the vitamins, son." Unlike Dara, Adam already understood himself sick and tried to be patient to survive, enjoy what God is giving. The support that the mother gave was able to make Adam grow up even at a young age.

"There, yuk. There's a nice garden." Adam took Dara to get closer to the window screen. Dara was willing and still hypnotized by Adam's appearance which looks different in class.

"You why the hell? What pain? How come here, with me." Rayna and Mother Adam heard Dara's words as she walked by with Adam.

"Mother ...." Rayna quickly embraced Mother Adam who replied Mother tightly, which Rayna knew close during their class. They like to share the news that there is a school assignment.

"Adam, Bun?" trying clarifying. This hospital is a cancer referral hospital. Of course, the patients who come here must have complaints that vary thin just the group and diagnosis as a difference.

Mother who has passed the critical period because of pressure about Adam, nods a smile. "Leukemia, Mother. It's been four months."

"Subhanallah, why don't you ever tell me, Mother?"

"I don't need to tell a lot of people, Mother. All are the same, God. Dara since when? What kind of cancer?"

Rayna was shaking, trying to swallow the tears that wanted to keep coming out. "Just like, Adam, Mother. Brand new. I couldn't help but think of him."

"I think it's okay for the continuity of his chemo. But, if you pause the pace of life, yes do not, Mother. Like I said. Same thing, God. Because if the story to the people is also free. Only God can strengthen. Want to cry, screaming also just makes tired. I have to stay strong, Adam. Mother must also be strong to make, Dara. We are also single figther. The difference is, Dara's father is responsible, not like Adam's father. So, Mommy should be stronger than me." In small talk if face to face at school, they will often exchange stories about household problems that have made them move on. Adam's father, leaving Adam and Mother for the sake of another woman and not at all giving a living. Fortunately, his mother Adam was an impromptu businessman who immediately skyrocketed after divorce.

Pradipta may fail to be husband. But, he remains great and is responsible for answering to be a father.

Rayna nodded in peace, the meeting with Mother Adam must have God designed to strengthen her heart.

"Thank you a lot, yes, Mother. We strengthen each other, yes. Sorry if in the future I will ask a lot about the chemo problem to, Mother."

Mother Adam smiled, stroking Rayna's shoulder. "When you need it, I. In the Lord, I will help you as much as possible. The key is to accept the test of God with clarity of heart. Although the solution seems not yet visible, at least our hearts are calm first, Bun. Think of our child's illness as a mild illness. It's definitely healing."

Rayna looked at the Mother of Adam wearing the scarf. Mother began to emigrate, deepening the love of God through guidance when she lost her husband.

"Thank you for strengthening me, Mother."

Mother Adam shook her head. "I'm just an intermediary. Remain God who strengthens and encourages, Mother."

Pradipta's step which began to present some more jengkal with Noora made Rayna wave her hand to be able to step quickly.

Pradipta moves the head as a sign of respect without having to touch hands. With Mother Adam. They also know each other but never met, just know that Pradipta is Dara's father if he was passing by to pick up children or deliver school.

"It turns out, Adam, it's like, Dara, Mas."

"Subhanallah ...." Dipta shook his head faintly with a gaping mouth in shock.

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"That's nine o'clock, son. When is he coming home?" Rayna looks up from the laptop screen on the desk as Mami pokes her into her study. "Where is the boy again. Geli Mami tuh see it." Mami means Noora, the beautiful angel beloved sister. Mami's hatred of Dipta and Noora seemed timeless.

After returning home from the Hospital, Dara whines so that her father can stay with Noora at home. Seeing his son who seemed to miss the Creator. So Rayna allowed the man to be with Dara until night, where Dara was asleep. After Magrib, Dipta looks pale because his kidneys back in action. Rayna who looks worried, asked Dipta to lie down first before returning home.

Rayna looked at the clock and corrected Mami's speech, on the sidelines he only realized that Adjie did not reply to his message from the afternoon.

"Still in the room, Mam?"

"Yes, still. Even on pules tuh."

Rayna was silent for a moment, thinking. "How to tell her to go home, how about, huh?"

"Yes tell him to go home. Don't use unpleasant pleasantries. Some of the beaches of Dipta stay here, son. You're divorced."

Rayna nodded in understanding. "Yes, Mih." Rayna got up from the work chair while reaching for the bergo she was resting on the back of the chair for her to wear, starting to step away from the room to Dara's room.

"Mami don't have to come, let me." stopped Mami's steps who intend to follow her.

"Yes already." Mami turned to the family room, accompanying Papi who was still laughing because he was watching a stand-up comedy show in tipi.

The door of Dara's room that was not closed tightly, Rayna opened half. He stood by the door and found that Dipta was sleeping while snoring in the arms of his two children from the right and left sides.

"Ac ...."

"I still love you. Is there still a chance? It might be with us. Dara can heal."

"If you don't present the child, maybe we won't get divorced like this. Eliminate that taste, Mas. Three years have passed, move on. Don't forget, I'll be married soon."

"Do you really love, Adjie?"

"Yes, right, Mas. So much love."

Rayna was pictured when the Creator revealed his heart, as they traveled home. Although the tone of voice that was created felt like a guyonan, it was able to make Rayna angry and dislike.

Rayna again took a step and when she wanted to bend, woke up Dipta, shook her arm. His eyeballs stopped onto the medicine caplet wrap that was in the pocket of Dipta's pants, poking slightly.

"What medicine is that?" turned to look at the face of Dipta who was still a little pale like Dara.

"It's really just, maag? Those days." saw Noora muttering and would make noise, Rayna's hand reflex stalling into the child's body to calm down. "Don't be noisy, yeah. Poor son is sleeping."

There was a slight movement in Dara's body that clutched tightly to her father. "It's getting faster, how is it, huh? I can't bear it. Later Dara must be angry, continue crying, follow her father."

"Where?" not only did Rayna get to the sofa, Mami quickly got up to stand up. Rayna stepped on the side when the intention to wake the Creator could not be done.

"You're awake, Dara will definitely wake up, Mih. I'm getting confused. Mana, his sleep is very slumbering. Cassian me, don't have the heart."

While putting sucro nuts in the mouth, Papi chimed. "Let's stay until tomorrow morning. Kasian Dara's. He misses, his father."

"Oh, Papi!" Mami interrupted.

"What harm? Rayna's not in the same room, is she? Than at night, our grandchildren cry. Don't you fuck?" Mami pouts. Papi turned to look at Rayna. "Let's stay tonight."

"Good, Pih."

"Udah rest there, don't keep working. You've been tired all day."

Rayna nodded and left both her parents. Before actually sleeping Rayna again sends a message to Adjie, seducing the man not to continue sulking.

[I miss you, Mom]

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In fact, Adjie did not sulk for long because he missed Rayna all day. The man was able to blush with the last message Rayna sent. They also talked for a long time in a telephone connection, exchanging love tones.

"Yesa dong kangen. What have you been doing all day, Mom? Don't lash that again ah. I'm sad."

Dipta gegas sculpted when the footsteps were right in front of the door of Rayna's room, when he had just come out of the room with a heart rumbling because he had just woke up at eleven pm. Wanting to knock on Rayna's room door, meant to go home.

His chest hurt as if in a piercing pain when Rayna said full of tenderness. Strong feeling in forced as if always going up and down to let Rayna go.

As at the beginning of the journey to school, he says that he and Rayna will not be able to get back together. But, on his return home, Dipta seemed to change to say about the honesty of his heart. The man was carried away, behind the pain of Dara, there was a sense of cold when he was able to get intimate with Rayna despite the problem of children.

The words of love that Rayna said to Adjie once also he told Dipta when they were married when Rayna was busy not telling Dipta who was working outside the city.

"Your love was only for me. Now, it was different," Dipta muttered sadly, quickly clenching her hands as Nancy's shadow teased her while giving her a stimulating drink, turning back like a movie roll.

As she longs for Rayna's arms, she is on the brink of release in seven months and when it is all wrapped in lies Nancy's cunning seductive actions. Destroyed is the life and happiness of the Creator.

"Son, Nancy!" Dipta growled, her tears welled up. "It is true, O Allah. Forgive me..." chose to be privileged when his heart sank again and spoke in a dirty tone.

"What happens in your life must be the will of God. The leaves that fall from the tree are also the will of God. So you have to accept it, son." The advice of Father and Mother is able to make the chest of the Creata who is galloping unruffled, feels pulsating peace.

Tok to tok.

"Assalammualaikum, Ay. Sorry to bother you, I'm going home."

Across the street, Adjie frowned while being able to hear whose voice felt so close. Even with Rayna who immediately smother the phone with the palm of the hand so that Adjie does not hear.

"Is there a copy there??"

"Dear?" The Creator continues to call.

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