Before He Goes

I Want Us to Refer.

"City ... Ay," said Dipta continuously while patting Rayna cheek slowly so that his ex-wife, who had fainted ten minutes can wake up.

"Mother ..." and a small stream from the bed joined the cry of the Creator on the lip of the sofa.

"Rayna!" keep calling, long time so anxious Dipta. He should not have refused when the Nurse offered to help Rayna, who was in shock when she came to this room, seeing many Nurses and Doctors gathered in Dara's bed makes Rayna misunderstand that her son is dead. Though they were looking for blood vessels Dara felt very thin to be pricked needle infusion in both hands Dara because of swelling.

"Mom!" Dara kept calling until the moment she wanted to raise her head, Dipta prevented it with a headband.

"Don't get up, son." Dipta's hand in the air encoded for Dara to lie down again.

"Mother, bad, Dad?"

"Mother is fine. Just fainted."

"But really long," Dara replied fearfully. The boy's eyelids were actually already in shoes, wanting to close for sleep because of the effect of the medicine that was starting to work. For the circumstances that now Dara does look very bad. Because he vomited continuously, both of his legs could not be moved to walk and his nose kept nosebleeds.

Dipta turned to look at Rayna again where the woman began to react to wake up.

"Ay ..." Dipta's smile was immediately interrupted by Rayna's shocked look and quickly rose, gawking.

"Our son, Mom?" his eyes bought, he gripped the arms of Dipta.

Dipta who also jerked in shock because Rayna suddenly realized like a zombie, smiling while wiping the chest. "Don't worry, Ay. Our son is okay. It's been handled." Rayna turned her head to the bed, sighing in relief because Dara's smile still belonged to her.

"Maa Shaa Allah, mother's son ...." Rayna got up from the sofa, stepped into the bed, bent her body, hugged Dara's chest in tears.

"I'm sorry, Son. Maafin .. hiks." Dara hugged her mother, giving a gentle swab on Rayna's back. "Mom shouldn't have left you long ago" Rayna said.

"It's okay, Mom. What's important now is that you're here with me and Dad." Dipta approached the bed, sitting on the lip of the bed of Dara on the right. Rayna who was still crying, out of the decapitation because she felt Dara's heart that felt fast galloping, fearing it felt tight because of the pressure from her hold.

Rayna sat on the edge of the bed to Dara's left, stroking Dara's arm. "Apardon me, Mom, son? I promise you, I'll always be there for you, Dara. Mother's life now is for Dara alone." tears of regret still dripping.

Rayna is trying to be at peace with herself, maybe the failure of her marriage with Adjie has indeed become destiny. He can freely be able to pour thoughts just for the healing of Dara rather than share it with the man who will be the new husband. Rayna has to split the time for Dara for Adjie who wants the new bride's time.

"Couldn't Dara ask for Mom's life to be shared? Not just for Dara?"

Rayna's and Dipta's forehead looked shriveled. "That's, son?" ask Rayna.

"For me too, Dad, Mom. Dara Peng, I married again, together again and again with, Father. For Dara, Mom. For my sake ..." so hard, Dara to soothe her tears. "Let me go, I'll take care of you. I must be a hedge, Mother."

Rayna who wanted to shake her head slowly, interjected with the Creata who began to raise his voice.

"Ay ...," call the Creator. Rayna turned her head, and their eyes whistled again.

"Don't use this situation, Mommy." Rayna seemed to stand firm even though Dara had melded with tears.

"What Dara wants. Also my wish, Ay. I want us to refer."

"You know it's impossible, Mom."

"Why is it impossible, Mom?" Dara asked.

"Now don't think about Mom with Dad. Enough Dara focus on your recovery, son. All this time after getting divorced with your father. I'm fine, it's okay."

Now, Dara is shaking. Her tears are getting louder.

"But I want you to be with Mom again together, before I leave." kept repeating the most hated words of the three of them, making the tears of Creation flow. Rayna. Eleodra's pale face, which is often called Dara, made the father look wide bead eyes of his ex-wife who chose to look down.

"How, Rayna? Can you, just give me another chance?"

Rayna took a deep breath, and after that she firmly shook her head. "For me, Mom."

"Give me one more chance, Rayna." Dipta also chimed in Dara's request.

"I still remember Nancy and you, Mas. It still feels difficult ..." keep shaking to resist.

"Sorry, Dad, Mom. I said not intentionally."

Rayna still shook her head, she chose to stare at the glass on the nightstand rather than catching the twinkle of Dara's eyes that continued to clear. "Mom's so sorry, your dad, son. But, to knit the times like before. I can't, I'm afraid."

"I promise, Rayna. I won't repeat the same mistake."

Rayna kept on shaking her head, not giving the request a try. He looked back at Dara.

"Seek the others. I'll love you, son."

"Our son is so weak. So hard to ask. Why are you still hard as a rock, Ay?"

Rayna stared firmly at Dipta's bead eyes, as if the number of eagle eyes. "I'm like this because of you! So do not blame if my attitude will be like this, Mas." said slowly, half whispered, so that Dara did not clearly hear his words.

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Mom and Dad just got home after seeing Dara. Mami and Papi have not contacted Rayna, because the phone and her bag are still in the taxi, where the driver has been wandering around looking for Rayna in the courtyard of the hospital that has disappeared without a trace.

Hearing the strong rejection of Rayna makes the Creata finally silent, no longer want to force Rayna. The man chose to lie on the sofa, unwind. Both of them are sure to stay together again in this room to wait for Dara whose condition is increasingly concerning.

Rayna chose to get up from the bed, releasing a hug on Dara's body. He stepped without a slipper, towards the sofa.

"Mas ..." inevitably, for the sake of the stomach that keeps ringing. Rayna chose to develop Dipta, wiggling the man's arms that were crisscrossed above the chest.

Dipta blinked, immediately shocked because in front of him there was already Rayna bending.

"Sorry, Mas. I woke you up."

"What's up, Ay?" asked in a hoarse voice. Dipta ggas got up, sat straight staring at the bed Dara where the child was still sleeping.

"You can borrow money, Mom? I want to order some food, I'm hungry. My bag missed in the taxi, it was in a hurry." Dipta who was rubbing his eyes, expelling sleepiness immediately looked at Rayna seriously.

"Why didn't you tell me from earlier? This afternoon, you must be hungry." immediately took out your wallet and gave a lot of red sheets.

"Not to borrow. Take aja. Enough, no? Less will say it."

Rayna just took a sheet, the rest she gave again. "Mostly, Mas. This is enough. I'll borrow it, Mas. Later, I'll pay."

"Emm .. thanks, yes, Mas." Rayna gave a clumsy smile out of embarrassment. After rejecting the Creator, he now needs the man instead.

"What do you want to eat? Let me order it at the restaurant."

Rayna frowned, if Dipta still offers food, then the money he borrowed, for what? Rayna chose, shaking politely. "No need, Mas. Later, I'll get a message to the cafeteria."

"Terrous fried rice, regular kayak?" The creation continues to force. Rayna who looks hungry once and when one of her favorite foods is called, finally shook her head.

"Sorry, yes, Mas. I'm a hassle."

Dipta nodded with a smile with serious eyeballs staring at the phone screen because he was looking for Rayna's favorite restaurant number.

"Sendal too? Let me order this."

"Take a look at your eyes, Mom." Rayna laughing. Dipta who was eager to ask, where is one of Rayna's sandals that since the woman fainted he did not see.

"Thirty-eight, right?"

Rayna smiled again. "Thank you a lot, yeah, Mom."

"Together."

"His model?"

"Whatever, Mas, aja."

"okay."

"Again, thank you, yeah, Mom."

"Together." Rayna looks so clumsy from shame. He feels bad but he needs Pradipta.

"Let me check the taxi you're using from the airport. Let your bags come back. But, if you can't. Yes it's okay. I'll change."

Rayna bites her thin lower lip, smiling. "Thank you, yeah, Mom. You always pay attention to me even though I ..." paused, unable to look into the eyes of the Creata who is now staring at him because the movement on the phone screen stopped.

"What then?"

"You peed, Mas." Wrong manner, quickly put up a long step towards the bathroom. Dipta grinned with laughter, shaking faintly.

"You're nervous, Ay."

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"Slow down, Ay. I don't eat a week."

"Ohuk!" hearing that slur, Rayna immediately choked. It was created to directly deliver the water in the mineral bottle to Rayna. "Strain, Mas. Not eating in the morning."

"Yes, that's how it is to eat prestige. Could starve. Even so, koit." stupefied.

Rayna tilts the corners of lazy lips. Back to enjoy fried rice that is not there five minutes devoured already stay half.

"Not changed, yes, from the past. Stay good when you eat."

Rayna snorted bete's breath, she tilted her seat, gazing in the other direction while carrying a box of fried rice on her lap. "There eat, Mas. Rather than bothering me constantly." on one couch, but, sitting not close together. There is a distance that blocks them.

"No appetite, Ay. Thinking, Dara." looked at Dara mutely pretending.

Rayna is sharp. "Nyindir means?" the spoon contains fried rice that he wants to put in the mouth so paused.

"Who is indignant? You have never changed before. Sensitive keeps its innate. Thankfully, I love."

Rayna who reflexively wanted to hit Dipta's arm, and the man was blown away because he managed to tease. Both of them immediately turned to the bed when they found Dara looking spastic.

The father and mother panicked, immediately approaching her son.

"What's wrong with you, son?"

"It hurts, Mom." Dara while groaning breath tight, his chest he puffed up.

"Wait, yeah, I'll call Sister first."

"No, Ma. No!" Dara. The one who chose to go grasped Rayna's hand tightly. "I think I want to die, Mom."

"Don't say that!" Rayna shook her head firmly, her countenance as pale as Dara.

"But just want Mom to marry again the same, Dad. Can't you, Mom?"

"Oh my God, son. Your situation is again like this, it's still what's discussed!" Rayna looks anxious in a very precarious situation.

"Come on dong, Mom. Please, Dara. Full of my will, before I go."

"You're not going to go! Not going anywhere. Stay here the same, Mom and Dad!" Rayna was crying, holding Dara. No matter the breath of his son was already a fake gasp. Dara is just acting. From the bed, staring at the togetherness of his father and mother on the sofa, he looks happy.

The clattering of Nurse and Dipta's shoes began to arrive without a Doctor, quickly stopped because Dara's smile and code with a finger made Dipta understand, if the child was boasting.

Dipta shook her head with a frustrated breath to Dara, I don't know what the boy wanted to do to his mother. Dipta approaches Rayna, attracting the woman to stay away from Dara, who is quickly seen by the nurses.

While crying, Rayna looked at the Creata. "Let's go, Mas. Marry me."

So unreliable, created to gap the mouth. "What's right, Ay?" heart rippling, he did not expect the goddess Fortuna would re-attach to him to get the woman he wanted so badly to get back, on guard, back, be affectionate and give extra attention to make amends in the past.

"Yes, right, Mas. But, there's a condition."

"Condition?"

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