Deepest Wound

IT ENDS LIKE THIS

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I dropped my body on the bed and put the guitar next to me. I grabbed my phone and started reading messages from Ardi's sister. I started reading from the first message he sent. From the date it was the day I was angry with him because he had not raised my call at the time.

📨[Kak Ardi] Sorry, there are many college assignments. I was exhausted and asleep, so couldn't pick up the phone from you.

📨 [Sir Ardi] Hope I want to finish college and pick you up soon, and I want you to always be by my side.

I smiled as I read this passage. Then I read the next message.

📨[Sir Ardi] If you are already in town, please contact me as soon as possible.

📨[Kak Ardi] Hi, my jutek...

Still sambling?

📨[Sir Ardi] I miss you, please contact me as soon as possible or I can go crazy.

The next few messages, the same. An expression of longing and sweet words.

📨[Sir Ardi] An, today I really miss you.

📨[Sister Ardi] For the first time I feel scared. Never been this scared.

📨[Sir Ardi] There is something I want to talk to you about, but later after we meet.

After the message was long enough, there was another message. I kept checking the date of the messages sent. Until then there is a message that is quite long and makes me very curious.

📨[Sister Ardi] Anita, I heard you bought your old rented house. Congratulations, my independent girl, I love you. There's a guitar I put on your neighbor. I bought it for you for a long time, but I forgot because I was in a hurry. I came to Om Wandy's house to take me to your workplace. But it turns out he has a job out of town. Hehe, I missed you too much...

📨[Sister Ardi] Anita, I don't know how to explain it. I didn't know it would end up like this either. It turned out that all this time my father had raised an orphan girl as a child from an orphanage. And I've BEEN ON A MATEH KAN WITH THAT GIRL. Papa wants us to get married soon. I could have rejected it, but I also just found out that Papa has cancer and he wants me to grant his last wish to marry my adopted sister. If you ask me, do I still love you?

Of course it is. Even my love is so great to you.

From a lying position, I sat my body down. I could not believe it until I read the message over and over again.

I called her number to ask her directly.

I called Ardi's number repeatedly but it was always the machine operator who answered it. I decided to call her tonight maybe she's busy.

Ever since I read that last message, my mind has been completely unsettled. I ignored my empty stomach until nightfall.

I contacted Ardi again with my heart pounding. The number is active but there is no answer. I pressed the green button to repeat my call. Until someone finally answered.

"Hello?"

I was silent when I heard the voice of a woman who answered my call.

"Hello?" I heard the voice of that woman again.

"I'm sorry, I seem to have misconnected" I said, ending the call. Along with the tears that flowed soaked every corner of my eyes.

Is this what it feels like to be heartbroken?

It's so painful!

Tok tok!

"Anita...!?"

I realized when I heard such a loud knock from the door of my room.

I know it was Ina's voice. I hurriedly wiped away the trail of tears and opened my room door.

"Once again you are careless. It's this hour why aren't the windows closed?" I haven't spoken yet, Brother Ina has nagged me first.

"Oh, e yes, Brother." I went to close all the windows.

"Hm, not, brother."

"Are you crying?" Brother Ina holds both of my shoulders to face towards him. "What's wrong?"

I can't seem to tell you about the incident I just experienced. I immediately hugged Ina and poured sadness there. I don't know who else to complain to. Dad and Mommy are gone, Laras is in a different city to me. Only Brother Ina is close to me at the moment.

Brother Ina gently rubbed my shoulders and then invited me to sit on the living room sofa.

"If you're like this, then you know what your problem is" persuaded Kak Ina to stop crying.

Suddenly I felt very dizzy. My vision was dark too. "Sister.., I...." I wanted to say that my head felt dizzy but after that I don't remember anything else. When I opened my eyes, I was in the hospital.

I circulated my gaze in the ward I was in. On the back of my hand was attached a needle and a hose connecting to the infusion bottle. Still well aware that I'm at the Hospital right now must be because yesterday I forgot to eat.

I thought back to Ardi. The voice of the woman who raised my call yesterday still ringed in my ears. I was crying in that room again.

I stopped for a moment when I saw a woman opening the door of my room. I can't believe it turned out to be Laras.

"Sister...."

Brother Laras smiled gently and approached me.

"Heh, independent girl, how are you?"

Instead of answering, I immediately sat my body and hugged Kak Laras who stood beside the bed where I lay.

"Hiks hyks...."

Brother Laras returned my embrace while gently rubbing my hair.

"Of course, maybe you're not a match."

I looked up at Brother Laras. "Do you know?"

"Hm 'em. Before her wedding, she came to the house to apologize."

I came back crying and it hurt to remember that the person I loved for a few years was now the husband of another woman. If only I could throw this love away.

After one night in the hospital, I was able to go home in the afternoon.

My physique may have recovered, but not with my heart. For a few days, I stayed in my room. It has been a few days as well Brother Laras struggled to persuade me every meal hour arrived. Actually I do not feel hungry at all, but I feel sorry for Kak Laras who has bothered to cook for me. In addition he while taking care of his son who is active.

"Anita, you can't stay here long. Next week, my brother will be back. You take good care of yourself. Don't remember anymore."

I just kept quiet while staring out the window in my room. Where I may not remember. My memories with Kak Ardi have been engraved and very imprinted.

I remember the beginning of our meeting. How we both ended up being lovers and having a relationship for several years. How could I easily forget.

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