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Threat Message

Hafidz looked at his twin sister's face full of sadness, not expecting the stubbornness of the Papa made Gita slumped like this. Grunts annoyed when remembering the stubborn Papa, not even learning from previous events, is selfish as well. Fortunately, he had just returned home, if not for sure Gita felt sadness alone in this room.

"Your sister is sleeping Bang?" someone's voice from his phone distracts Hafidz, he forgets if the phone connection with the mother is still on.

"Udah Ma, Mama, aren't you asleep yet? Her phone hasn't been on matiin either?" earlier Hafidz had actually ended the call when Gita had begun to sleep after talking at length with the Mama, but apparently Mama had not disconnected the call.

"Mama is worried about your sister. Your father is outrageous indeed, later Mama will talk to him, Mama Sels too long. Papa you treated you two too hard, Mama actually disagreed, but you know for yourself, Papa you can be denied," Mama nagged over there, feeling furious with her ex-husband, who was very upset, it felt like hitting his face to the brink.

"Let Hafidz speak again Ma, Hafidz also sprained Papa, I don't know what he wants." Hafidz will try for the sister this time, he does not want to see Gita sad as it is today, fearing the health of the girl again decreased.

Surely the night was getting late even almost before morning, when Hafidz heard Gita muttering indistinctly. He got off the couch to see Gita. Fortunately, he chose to sleep in the room waiting for Gita.

"God is hot, you have deck fever. You survive yes, you want to take the same compress medicine." Hafidz was surprised to find that Gita's body temperature was rising, even the girl was seen shivering.

Hafidz followed the stairs in haste, looking for a P3K box and looking for a heat-lowering drug, after which he headed to fetch hot water in a basin and brought it to Gita's room.

"Take the medicine first yes, let it drop the heat." Hafidz gave a hot-dissipating drug a glass of water.

Gita immediately took the medicine, after which she lay back down. For some reason his head felt swirling, his body felt cold. Looks like he's exhausted or because he thought about it I don't know.

Hafidz painstakingly compressed the girl's forehead, occasionally wiping the top of her head. Seeing Gita sick he really did not have the heart, especially when going to sleep earlier the girl had been crying for quite a long time, even her eyes still look swollen due to her crying earlier.

"Sleep again, let it heal tomorrow. Brother promised tomorrow will take you to Bandung, but ahrus healthy first," said Hafid softly.

Gita nodded weakly, "Abang slept here, already do not need to be compressed enough to take medicine earlier aja Bang." Gita patted the empty side next to her, she could not bear to let her twin sister sleep on the floor or on the sofa.

"Udah Abang easy, you sleep first," rejected Hafidz he might be able to close his eyes if he sees Gita like this, it is certain he will stay up until morning.

"Air up or back to the room?" asked Gita, even though she was weak she could mengultimatum the brother.

"Well," Hafidz resigned and followed sleeping on the side of the Gita. Shortly after, Gita falls asleep, while Hafidz is awake.

In the morning when Hafidz woke up to breathe a sigh of relief when he touched Gita's forehead, his fever had decreased, he hoped Gita would be fine. After that he left the girl himself in the room to his room to carry out his duties as a Muslim.

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He saw a place where his loved ones lay, sowing flowers that had been purchased on the side of the road, fortunately only so early there was a fresh florist. Then put a bouquet of white roses on top of the vortex. Not forgetting another flower she placed on top of her right side vortex. Chanting prayers of kindness to two of the most loved ones for quite a long time.

"Mother, sorry Indra just came again, it's been quite a while since I moved to Jakarta have not visited Mother at all, sorry once again yes Bun," Indra spoke with the mother, who was not there, as if she heard all of his words.

"Bun if Mommy is still there, it's really like to hug you, whether I feel like giving up with this life Bun, there's nothing I need to fight for anymore," there were no tears dripping in the slightest, either his tears were drained or he was very good at not letting out tears. But the pain spread in the chest, tightness as if squeezed by heavy loads until it is difficult to exhale.

"Bun, I'm sorry I became a rich story gini same Mother. After I was confused about who else Bun was, I didn't want anyone else to love me." Indra rubbed a stone headstone bearing the name of the Mother as if stroking the top of the head of the woman who had given birth to it.

Silent for a moment to look at the tombstone, remembering how her mother when she was alive, the woman who never showed sadness before her children, the gentle woman who sang all her children without exception. But now Indra can no longer feel the overtime caress of the Mother, even though it has not been getting that tenderness for a long time, he still remembers clearly how the tenderness of the Mother before.

"Don't think about what I said earlier, Bun, I promise you not to give up on anything, I was just in a state of turmoil, now I realize that life is still going on, it is not appropriate for me to give up right now, even before I get what I want and aspire to. Mother alone can get through all that difficult life, why not me? I can definitely be Bun." Indra smiled, it turned out that when she was silent earlier she remembered all the struggle of the Mother for her without a husband, it must be more difficult than the problem this time.

"I say hello to Bun, greetings to Aisah. Pray for me, Bun, to be strong in the face of this test of life, assalamualaikum Bun." Indra moved from his seat leaving the tomb. Now his heart became calmer after coming to the tomb of the Mother, his steps were more confident to go through the obstacles that had confronted him before his eyes. Now he's going home to rest, because last night he only slept for about two hours.

Last night after Gita's house, the young man calmed down first in Deril's apartment, until almost midnight after that he did not return to the apartment but directly to Bandung, miss the Mother and want to complain about the problem with the Mother.

Arriving home, he went straight to the room to check the cell phone that he had been living on since dawn, a lot of incoming messages and missed calls. Choosing to open some incoming messages, most of course from the Gita, he had guessed what message the girl was sending, choosing to briefly ignore the message from her lover, he said, he was more interested in the message of someone who had never once sent him a message.

"Come tomorrow to Om's house with Opa and Oma and your Papa, Om wait two o'clock in the afternoon, you will not be accepted a little bit." Om

Renaldo.

Indra widened his eyes when reading the message, instead of fearing that he was happy to get a message that contained a little threat.

"I must have come Om," he said and replied to the message with a sense of haru.

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