Black Pen

31

Two days have passed, my condition is starting to recover. However, the fear that turned into trauma I still felt.

I looked for my phone and I turned it on, a row of messages and incoming calls I received from Akbar , ' he said , indeed for two days I deliberately turned off my phone only one goal I want to calm down and not be disturbed by anyone.

My feeling of being so reluctant to contact him, if you remember yesterday, hatred just popped into my mind. In fact, his indifference to my circumstances makes me sick.

PING !!!

"How are you doing? are you okay?". A few messages back in through the BBM app a few seconds ago, he was still trying to contact me apparently.

"I'm fine" I answered briefly, resentment slowly creeping through the wall of my heart, darting in my mind to leave it alone, a useless man who had given up his responsibilities to my future baby.

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"What about the baby?". Let me guess, he called me just to see if the fetus was out or not, he didn't really care about me.

"I've thrown it away, it's so easy maybe God gives us a chance to improve ourselves". I answered ketus, it sucks. Even he wasn't there beside me when I needed him yesterday.

"Is it still sick?". I smiled cynically reading the message he sent me. How could he ask such an easy question?

"Of course, this hurts a lot even after two days. I feel so weak."

I reply, I don't know what he's been thinking all this time? is life just a joke to him? if only he thought more mature, responsible for everything he had done, maybe I would have defended him, even if we had to pass the tough test though.

And again, other than work, is not the man's self-esteem seen from his responsibilities?

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'I where?'

I tried to walk down the room, now it looked like an underground passageway, I saw from a distance a speck of light coming in, the light that came out of nowhere that was clear was so glare that it forced me to close my eyes with the back of my right hand.

Oek oek

The sound of the baby crying, the sound I heard faintly, the sound came from the light that bounced towards my face, I tried to open my eyes, I followed the source of the sound.

Until I saw the cute little face of a baby, I walked up to her to see what was going on, the baby looked at me, then smiled before finally crying again, something that made me shock tears that had been clear now turned blood red, so that soon his face and his entire body were filled with blood, limbs that had looked intact now look destroyed, and now look broken, making anyone who saw it shudder in horror.

"Astaghfirullah, another nightmare" I jolted, cold sweat soaked my whole body, I saw the clock showing at 00:00, apparently I was asleep. My heart was racing in memory of the nightmare.

Indeed, since that incident I seemed to be haunted by regret, I slalu woke up in the same hour at 00:00.

For a month I also dreamed the same thing, to finally make me fall ill, lose my appetite, and my mind is not careless.

I told this to the daughter of my former classmate, she advised me to pray for her forgiveness, and sent a prayer to the fetus that I threw away one month ago.

I followed the advice of the Princess, I prostrated myself on a plate, prayed and begged HER for forgiveness, I promised never to do it again. I also bought some baby clothes, prayed for them, and gave them to people in need.

After that day I never dreamed of that child again, my life began to normal as usual. I started to socialize and socialize.