Bima's Second Wife

chapter 145

Today is exactly the second week of Dena's treatment. There has not been any development, but his appetite has been better, it's just that Dena often protests because the food in the hospital that he thinks is tasteless, he often whined for other food and was disappointed that Vienna never allowed him to eat carelessly.

Today I had to leave Dena even though it felt heavy. Dena kept forcing me to go to Jogja and ask Una news, who knows there is a glimmer of hope that can make me know the latest news about him.

If the work at the office is not too busy, I will invite Lily to Jogja, her hometown.

Since coming home from my mom's house last time and she cried, I let her go home but she refused, she said the work at the office was busy. And it's true, it's very busy considering I often have meetings and other work.

And now Lily chose to stay to work and look after Dena when I wasn't around. I was moved by his sincerity.

After the robbery I gave Lily a new phone, Lily was moved to get the prize. Lebays. Though he should have gotten used to the facilities I gave him, right? My old number was removed from my contact list, and changed to a beautiful number that I could easily memorize and remember.

The story is finished.

Today I set my foot in the city of Jogja. A city full of culture. And also the city where my sweet memories are with that little girl named Una, the little girl who's always been in my shadow, and never wanted to leave. The longer it gets more real in my mind.

I rented a car to ease my journey. Maybe I'm here for two days, considering I can't leave Dena for much longer either.

I parked my car in front of a house. Una's house has not changed its shape at all. The shadows of the past re-emerge how often we laugh cheerfully. Then many more shadows passed by as I watched the state of the house.

I really can't stand it! I think my eyes are filled with fog. And before the clear point came down from my eyelids, I took out a tissue and wiped the corner of my eye. You crybaby!

"Who are you looking for?" a young girl holding a broomstick in her hand approached me. Maybe because I've been paying close attention to the house that is now in the girl's home and her family.

"No mbak. Just passing by." I said a lie, then immediately parted and drove my car towards another house.

I only saw my old house. Now it belongs to someone else, and the building is also a hundred percent changed, no more parks and guava trees, towering up to the window of my room. I often run through the branches of trees if my mom is angry!

I brought back my car. I don't want to stay here too long. Want to immediately meet the family who used to care for Una after her parents died.

But there I was disappointed. It felt like this heart ached when I heard that Una was married, six months ago. Should I be happy, right, if she's happy? Why am I this?

I also got a number that might make me forget all about Una. At least after we met and talked, maybe.

I looked at the number I just got, the row of numbers like I've seen it but I don't know! I also never remember other people's numbers, even my own numbers I also do not memorize.

My chest was pounding when I pressed the call button on that number, but it's not active. And when I asked if Una had any social media, the middle-aged man replied he didn't know and maybe his first child knew, but he was not at home because he was taking a study tour out of town along with his school teacher. And just the same, her daughter's number can't be contacted either!

Disillusioned. Sure is! I had high hopes the first time I set foot here. I want to be free from the shadow of Una and focus on Dena. Dena must have been very tormented because I was still with the shadow of my past.

I say goodbye and leave my number if at any time Una calls or visits maybe. But the one I know. Una is in Jakarta! But where? Jakarta is vast with millions of people in one region.

Okay fine! At least Una already has a husband and it should calm me down, right? It wasn't just me breaking my promise.

I sat in the hospital garden. Since this afternoon I have arrived in Jakarta I have not been to Dena's room. A little confused by my true feelings. Throughout the journey of Jogja-Jakarta I strengthen my heart to forget Una but still can not!

"Well, too? Hey bang?!" a young girl wiggled my arms with a wide smile on her thick lips. A child who may be three years old sits in a wheelchair that he pushes. I was stunned to see this stranger, Who? I don't know.

"Did you forget about me?" my forehead frowned until it seemed like my two eyebrows were almost intertwined.

"It's me, bang. The one who took my brother from the club to the inn that night!" he reminded a little whisper near me. I remember now! But she was different, no sexy clothes attached to her body, no thick makeup on her face. He looks younger, which is worth the age of twenty-five. With a white T-shirt fitting her body, and blue jeans with a slight tear on both thighs. Small sling bag at waist with flat shoes shoes. And the hair in the ponytail that makes him look girly. Sweet.

A little girl with hair on her two pigtails and bangs covering her eyebrows, was sitting in a wheelchair playing a doll that was on her lap.

"This is my son bang." he explained when he saw my gaze directed at the little girl. He sat next to me without excuse, then directed the princess who was now facing him.

"illness?" the girl next to me nodded.

"heart abnormalities. Must be in surgery." he said. His eyes looked at this little angel. "What's happening here? Is anyone sick too?"

"My wife." she formed her lips into the letter 'o'. We told each other, precisely because I was more silent and listening, occasionally asking.

"Yes because there is a bang that can produce a lot of money, haram or gamaknya I do not care that important my child is healthy, can heal like other children." his smile was sincerely staring at the baby.

"I don't want to get out of that world. But the world is cruel just as people don't have me."

"Ah yes. I said good luck, too late outside. Hana also seems to have started drowsiness." said when he saw the princess who continued to yawn from earlier.

"Inget bang, no need to find love mah. He knows where he's going to go home" he said. Little Hana's hand waved at me, which I greeted with a light kiss on her palm. Then he left me alone in the garden as before.

I remember Hana's smile being so adorable. I half ran after them.

"Hey." call me 'cause I don't know whose name is. "This. If you need anything, you can call me. If you need any extra fees or anything." He just stared at the business card I offered, then shook his head.

"Sorry, bang. I don't ask pity for my life." he said politely no longer use 'gue' as before.

"This is a thank you note because you have made me feel relieved. Sorry if you were offended. If ever you need a job just come to this address." He took my card and smiled and nodded.

I'm not the only one suffering here. Even that woman and Hana's son. They suffer more with the economic conditions that make him work in the cruel night world, only to get a fee for Hana's treatment.

I decided to go to Dena's room, her eyes sparkling when I saw the one who had just opened the door. I sat next to him, on the bed. His eyes seemed to ask how I was searching. I just shook my head, then I saw his eyes dim, his shoulders slumped down. Disillusioned.

The Bima Pov end.

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