CITY LOCATION: ANOTHER HEART

Episode 7's

“What pain, Doc, actually?” siera asked, fixing the wide pasmina that she used to cover the bottom of Elle's body, after the doctor Word family doctor and one of her husband's good friends finished checking on the restaurant manager.

“Just stress and fatigue. It's nothin. It's natural for women in conditions like her to experience this,” murmured doctor Firman while closing the clasp of her black bag.

“Korazar? If only tired, why could he faint and this hot body?”

“Yes, you will certainly understand that women who are pregnant usually the condition of the body is weakened,” said doctor Word again.

Siera instantly widened. “Ha–pregnant?”

Doctor Firman was silent for a moment. It seems Siera doesn't know yet. “Fundus his uterus has not been palpable. My estimate is that the age of the fetus hasn't reached twelve weeks. Of all his physical signs, he was indeed pregnant. You better take it to a gynecologist, so that the diagnosis is more clear. To be sure, his physical condition was weak, and it seemed like he was also under severe stress. I suggest he should bed rest a total of at least three days.”

Siera was still stunned for a while after Doctor Word said goodbye. Getting pregnant?

Siera knew Elle for a long time. Ever since the girl was a teenager, her son's schoolmate. Elle is also known as the adopted son of Indri, one of his best friends. As far as she knew, before she left for Sydney to continue her studies, Elle was a good girl who did not have much behavior. And now, she's pregnant? Siera does not want to judge, but the question is: whose actions?

“Ngh.”

Siera. Already aware it seems. Siera then reached out her hand, helping her sit down. The girl was momentarily in a daze, then gazed around while holding her head. “Tante, why me?” the question is half-collapse.

“You fainted earlier,” replied Siera briefly. He took a cup of warm honey tea that one of the kitchen staff had brought to his room, and held it out to Elle. “Drink this first.”

Despite the doubt, Elle accepted. His throat feels dry. Her lips haven't even sipped that warm tea yet .. “Heggg!”

The sweet aroma of honey that emanates instantly triggers nausea. While covering his mouth with his palm, he put the cup back on the table.

“Why, Honey, why not drink?”

Elle shakes. “The smell makes nausea, Aunt.”

Siera headed towards her desk. “Drink water only yes, then?” bargained for. Seeing Elle nod, he poured a glass of water from a glass teapot of water that was always available in his room.

As he stretched it out to Elle, he saw the girl gulp it down without hesitation. Then there was a knock on the door. “Log in!” his yell.

A servant who had just received Elle's limp body, walked in and nodded politely at the two. “Sorry, Ma'am, awaited Mr. Rayhan in front,” he said.

Elle fell silent. “Say I'm home, Mas Arif,” he replied later. Siera's forehead shriveled in wonder hearing that. “But I told you that Miss Elle is still here..”.

Elle shook her head firmly. “Just say that Mas Arif did not know when I came home.”

The young man nodded in understanding, then took his leave and closed the door again.

Siera looked at the dumbstruck Elle. “Again, y'all?” ask her while smiling.

Elle turned, and frowned. “Ah, no, Aunt,” objection.

“Then why do not want to be picked up? What's the name if you don't fight anymore? Does he he not yet know this happy news?” siera asked carefully while still smiling.

Elle looked confusedly at Siera. “Good news? What good news, Aunt, does that mean?”

Still with a smile on her face, Siera's hand stretched out to stroke Elle's stomach. Makes the woman stiffen instantly. “There's a baby right, here?” tanyakanya.

Long speechless, then Elle just nodded slowly. Perhaps the doctor she had heard of would be called Siera to examine her who said about her pregnancy.

“Then why didn't you tell his father? Even fight, wear do not want to be picked up everything,” godanya.

“Dad?”

“Iya Elle, your baby's father. Hm ... Rayhan?”

Whether still due to the influence of dizziness or consciousness that has not returned completely, Elle shook her head. Making Siera's forehead instantly wrinkled in wonder. “Rayhan is not his father?” just ask.

A moment Elle was silent in confusion, then realized she had unconsciously shook her head when Siera asked earlier. What can I do. Been already. “I can't answer that question right, Aunt?” tanyanya.

“Elle, you are pregnant. The doctor said your condition is weak. You need help. Even if it's not Rayhan, whoever it is your baby's father, he should know and take responsibility for both of you.”

Elle fell silent. Everything Siera said was true. But this woman misunderstood.

“Tante, I'm still dizzy. Can we not discuss this issue first?” said later. Switching conversations. Stopping questions.

Siera could only sigh deeply. He cared about the girl, and was actually half-deadly curious about the figure of the man who planted the seeds in Elle's womb. If not Rayhan, then who? Siera did not want to think bad that Elle was in a relationship with more than one man at the same time. Seeing that grim and reluctant expression of his manager, it was precisely the worry that appeared in his heart. Could Elle be the victim of abuse? It is not impossible, given the increasing crime rate in the capital.

Although still curious, he realized that no one had the right to force Elle to open her voice.

“Ya. You rest first then.”

***

Raffi frowned when he found a metallic black Mercedes that he knew well parked in the courtyard of Maghali’s. The man was here as well.

Since breaking off his engagement to Naura, his mother has been angry with him, but Raffi doesn't care. The important thing is that the engagement is off. Let her be angry with him for a while. If it is time, it will subside the wrath by itself.

For a while he stayed away. Not going home. Not also visited Maghali’s. Raffi just spent more time, hand in hand handling some Overture projects. Pairing himself in the busy. Go home until midnight. Or choose overtime to fall asleep in his office because he needs to be busy. He needs to work so that all his energy is poured out for his brain, not his heart.

And he's been visiting Sandro's Bordesse−klab tonight more often to annoy his best friend. Making a haphazard mouth Sandro swore whenever Raffi contaminated his room with the aroma of coffee− because Raffi always refused alcohol. And just fell silent like a mentally ill man until almost morning there.

Outside of everything that concerns the problems of his heart, every word of his father and mother is a decree that he thinks he must carry out.

Raffi got off his Jeep then stepped towards the entrance of Maghali’s. Frontgirl who was standing guard at the front nodded respectfully and smiled politely at him. He just nodded back. As he passed through the entrance, he passed Rayhan who stepped on his own. Raffi furrowed his eyebrows in wonder. Why isn't that fucking woman with him?

Raffi shook his own head. Ignoring the sounds in his head. His steps were firm and sure towards his mother's room in the north corner of the restaurant.

Every time you visit, Raffi usually will just go inside. He was already about to push the door open slightly when he heard his mother's voice. Raffi stopped his steps. Not going in. It looks like his mother is receiving guests.

He was about to turn away from the door when he heard a single sentence hitting his heart.

“Iya Elle, your baby's father. Hm ... Rayhan?”

So inside her mom was talking to Elle?

Actually he doesn't want to care anymore, whatever it is about that damn woman. Especially if it has something to do with her new boyfriend. But his ears kind of sharpened themselves, trying to catch the rest of their next conversation.

“Rayhan is not his father?”

Raffi froze in place. What did he just hear?

***

That afternoon Siera was near the entrance of Maghali’s, accompanying a group of guests who had been customers of his restaurant since a dozen years ago. He had almost turned back inside the resto, when he heard his name called.

“Ra...”.

When he turned his head, Siera was stunned to find a figure who smiled widely at him. That smile was immediately contagious.

“Indriii!” he shouted, then hurried to stretch out his arms and hug the woman. “Duh, mother diplomat. Very at home in the country of people until they do not remember coming home,” his lips after breaking a hug.

The woman, Indri Maheswari, a friend who after studying for a career in the foreign ministry. The last he heard, a few years ago his best friend was sent to serve in the Indonesian consulate in Frankfurt.

“Ab in the country of Ra, where can you refuse to put it? Different from your kayak coach, work can be fun,” reply while chuckling. Siera just sneered.

“When to go home?”

“Two days ago nyampe Jakarta.”

“Tumben to here?”

“It just so happens that another muter-muter is near here, then remember you. Stop by,” details.

Siera then took the woman, bringing her best friend who was tanned and wavy-haired typical of Javanese women into her room. Special guests certainly should not just him jamu mingle with other visitors.

Even in that room, the story did not stop flowing from the mouths of the two.

“Ra, a few months ago Elle said that she is now a manager here. Right?” ask her a few moments later. Siera nodded.

Indri smile. “Mana? I'm going to see dong. Really kangen this same him,” he said enthusiastically. Siera responded with a sad look.

“Not in today.” “Not in?”

“Iya. I give you a leave of absence. Said doctor should bed rest total.”

“Bed rest total? What pain is it?”

Siera was silent looking at her best friend with worry. It seems Indri does not know. What should he say?

“You ... don't know yet?”

“Not know what the hell, Ra?”

“Elle haven't told you?”

“What story? Duh, don't make me curious like this dong.

I'm so worried about this.”

Siera sighed deeply, before deciding to just say to Indri. “Elle is pregnant, Ndri.”

“Pregnant? Ah, kidding you. Elle has not ... last skype three weeks ago she did not say anything with me.”

As she recalled, Elle did not tell her anything about marriage or being in a relationship with a man. Elle was never interested in relationships with men.

“Sophia. Why did he follow Sophia's footsteps?” he murmured unconsciously.

Siera unintentionally caught her murmur. With a frown in astonishment, he asked. “Sophia? Sophia who, Ndri?”

Indri looked at Siera with a sad look, because in his mind was present again a memory of a somber story of a woman. Good friend.

“Sophia. His late mother Elle..