Dusk Rainbow

Baffled

Almost two hours after returning from the restaurant, Syakila's heart could not calm down. He is haunted by a shadow that plunges him into misunderstanding. Raisya's face continued to cross over in his brain. His sad gaze earlier, his red eyes as if they were a symbol of the destruction of Raisya's state.

"Is Raisya sad because of my attitude?" 

After being satisfied to hang out on the floor of his room, Syakila sat down to bite her finger lentiknya alternately. Worry is even more stirring considering his indifferent attitude these few days with unclear reasons.

Afif entered with his tired face, today the man was busy with his activities. His task is so dense that he did not have time to meet Syakila, not to mention there is one hospital that calls him.

"Mas, you've come." Syakila hugged Afif. Giving a warm welcome, pouring out the sadness he is experiencing at this time.

"What's wrong?" asked Afif with a heavy voice. Replying to Syakila's embrace, unraveling the lethargy that all day settles.

"I want to meet with Raisya's sister" said Syakila with trembling lips, holding back tears that were almost shed.

Afif frowned, "Didn't you just meet him? Did you and she not meet?" tanya Afif.

"We met, but because Raisya didn't want to talk, so I stayed in the restaurant."

Afif sighed, "Other times don't be selfish. I know Raisya very well. He cannot do what you fear. It is also impossible to take the position of others, and he will not seize anything you have, including me" explained Afif at length who immediately impregnated Syakila. It was as if all the faults did exist in him the country continued to follow his narrow heart. 

"I know, but it's all over, now I want to apologize to her. I have to accompany you!"

"A little while, I take a shower." Afif stretched his arms and went to the bathroom.

Syakila snatched the phone on her desk and contacted Raisya.

Connected, but not lifted. Syakila repeated it twice. Stay the same, no answer from across there.

Finally Syakila sent a chat message.

Sis, I'm sorry, I misjudged brother, now where are you, can we meet?

The message came in, Syakila smiled crisply and wished Raisya to read it.

Almost five minutes, the two check marks that were gray never changed also made Syakila's smile that had risen again dimmed.

"Sister Raisya won't read my message, now I know what it's like to be ignored" Syakila muttered.

Syakila grew impatient to meet Raisya, until she banged on the closed bathroom door.

"Before a minute, dear," Afif replied as he opened the door.

"Snap, later to hunt Raisya's brother home," whined Syakila spoiled.

The echoing Adhan signifies the time of Ashar prayer, forced Afif and Syakila to carry out their duties before meeting with Raisya.

The sweet sound of Adhan's chanting adorns Devan's waiting ears. After meeting with Alisa, he decides to go to Raisya's room, in addition to wanting to talk about her helping Alisa, he also feels bad for not being honest with his wife.

"Syakila and Raisya where the hell, why hasn't it come back at this hour?"

Like Syakila, Devan was no less worried, almost twenty calls went unanswered. Ten messages were simply entered without being read. Devan finally made a video call, and this time Raisya's phone was not active. 

"I should have been straight up honest, like this, I feel guilty. Honey, where the hell are you?" devan grumbled at the table using his index finger.

"Sister, open the door!"

"That's Syakila's voice." Devan jumped out of the chair and opened the door. 

"La, where's your sister?" devan asked without further ado, he circulated his gaze, sweeping through the entire hallway that was in front of his wife's room.

"He hasn't come back yet." Devan is getting frustrated. He went in, sat down and called Raisya back, and Afif and Shakila followed him from behind.

"Number is off, La. Where the hell is he?" 

Syakila panicked, her mind dead-end and chose to shed her tears in Afif's arms.

"So he went to the restaurant with Sister Ely" said Syakila faltered, feeling guilty for Raisya and Devan.

Devan pushed the phone button.

"Hello, it's me Devan. Please excommunicate Sister Ely, send her to doctor Raisya's room, now!" devan said tensely.

After a few minutes, the sound of knocking echoed, Sister Ely came in carrying a portion of food in her hand.

"Excuse me, Mom, Doc, what's going on? How crowded," asked Sister Ely to put her food on the small dining table next to Raisya's private room.

Devan approached Sister Ely, her face turning even more pale as the uneasiness intensified in the crown.

"Sayakila, was the nurse with Raisya?"

Sister Ely lowered her head, squeezing her two hands that were beginning to sweat.

Below, he continued to worry as he left the pensive-looking Raisya. However, sister Ely cannot refuse Raisya's request because of the work at the hospital that is waving waiting for her. 

"Ma. I went out with Dr. Raisya, but after eating, he told me to go back first, and I thought Dr. Raisya had returned. So I brought food for him."

"So, that's why you brought food?" devan asked probing, pointing at Raisya's favorite soto.

"So at the restaurant, she said doctor Raisya had no appetite and told me to prepare food here."

Devan was getting frustrated, he grabbed his hair and kept clucking. His stupidity has made the wrong decision.

"Where are you going, honey?" Only that word continues to be spoken.

Syakila, who was in the arms of Afif was crying sobbing, he did not expect his high ego to lead him to a deeper guilt.

"Is he still in the restaurant?" afif Terka. Devan opened the door of the room and walked out, not caring about the greetings of the people who passed by, for him now finding Raisya was the most important thing.

Devan walked down the road to the restaurant, his eyes constantly running around in a very crowded direction. Upon arriving at the venue, he immediately entered and asked the guard by showing a photo of Raisya on his mobile phone.

"This beautiful doctor" pointed to a picture of Raisya on Devan's phone, "So it looks like he got out in the car, even the driver was forbidden to come, told to take a taxi."

Again Devan was surprised to hear the explanation of the restaurant security guard.

"Which way, sir?" ask Devan.

The security guard pointed to the left, where it was the street of his house.

May Raisya get home. I have to be honest, I can't hide anything from him.

The sound of ambulances echoing entered the hospital gate. Devan stopped his steps and looked at the several nurses and doctors scattering to greet the car. A police car was behind him. One of the sisters pointed to Devan, who was still on the road, until a policeman approached her.

"Is it true that Devan, the husband of the doctor Raisya?"

Devan nodded without a sound.

"I just want to convey the sad news, Doctor Raisya accident," the police said clearly.