HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

Bereft

The lights in this room lit up so brightly, making it hard to open my eyes. While the sunlight adds to the illumination with its radiating light gently warms the cooling body, an infusion needle sticks in my left hand.

This room was so big, even though it was a hospital room, but it looked more like a hotel room, the bed was very wide and soft, and it was very spacious, unlike the beds in other hospitals that I had visited when visiting Riani who was sick.

I faintly heard the voice of Mr. Arga and Mr. Joe talking behind a curtain that blocked between the bed that I now lay with another room.

My head hurts, my body feels very weak, I feel a little pain in my feminine area and this stomach, empty, I feel nothing with my stomach.

As a shadow filled my mind, I remembered the painful event, I remembered what made me lie on this hospital bed, I remembered what made my heart ache just before this fateful incident.

A clear thread dripped down profusely soaked this white-gloved pillow, my chest felt extremely tight, sobs were unbearable, my shoulders shook violently holding increasingly stifling breaths.

"You're sober?" asked Mr. Arga to come closer, he sat on a chair by the bed, right beside me.

I kept quiet, the more I looked at that face the more it felt like my heart. I tried to hold myself back to be calmer.

"I'm sorry I've been gone too long, I'm sorry I can't take care of you."

"And our son, God loves him more, he has returned to the owner of the universe" he continued, taking my hand, holding it, but I gave no reaction.

As tears fell, the air around me was suffocating, I lost oxygen to fill my lungs, all replaced with sharp incisions that kept raining down on me.

I turned my back, my body was shaking, my hands were sweating cold, sick, very sick.

My God, why did you give me such a painful ordeal, it hurts so much.

The happiness I had just enjoyed was only a few hours away, then just crumbled. Even the surprise that I wanted to tell her, now changed the news of painful suffering, whether I was the only one who felt pain, I she also felt it.

"Sabrina, I'm sorry." He said those words over and over again while stroking my hair.

I shook my head, refusing to see his face, I was powerless by the pain I was receiving.

"Boss, Hana wants to see you." The voice of Mr. Joe approached.

"Sa, I will see Hana for a moment" said Mr. Arga while standing up.

Not even did she set foot from the side of my bed, the snake woman quickly embraced Mr. Arga, I saw her from the mirror image before me.

"Arga, I'm sorry, I tried to help her, but--" said Miss Hana.

"Sstt, it's okay, Hana. Thank you for trying to help Sabrina."

"But your son."

"It's okay, it's all fate" replied Mr. Arga.

"Look, my legs also sprained when reaching for Sabrina."

"Certainly, has it been treated?"

"I treated him myself at home."

Finally they hugged behind me, even ignoring my whereabouts.

I want to slap her with the venomous lady's mouth-pins, how can she say as if she were a good, cunning woman!

Why do you give me such a real hope of reaching for the stars together, you actually take me flying high to get sicker when you just drop me, you're really evil, Arga!

"Arga, I want to talk to Sabrina for a minute, can you leave me with her?" ask Miss Hana.

"Alright, I want to breathe some fresh air outside." Mr. Arga left, leaving me with a venomous woman like Miss Hana.

"Ah, Sabrina," he said as he moved in front of me.

"You lost your baby? I didn't do that on purpose."

"Just give up your son, God loves him more. God knows that until the child is born, he will not have time to see the togetherness of his father and mother, because before that, I had already taken his father," continued Miss Hana with a soft piercing voice.

"You, happy?" tanyaku.

"It could be, but I'm a little sad, because your circumstances like this, make Arga pay more attention to you."

"Stay away from me, Hana!"

"You're kicking me out again?"

"If you're a woman, surely you understand how I feel, but it seems like you're just a woman, what is your heart made of? huh uh?"

"My heart, made of love for Arga, is only Arga a."

"You're crazy, go!"

"All right, I'm going. Enjoy your new life, may you share it, Sabrina."

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"Eat," said Mr. Arga while spooning the porridge that has been provided by the hospital for his patients.

I shook my head slowly.

"Eat just a little, so you're healthy soon."

"I'm not hungry" I replied softly, it felt like just talking gave me a lot of energy.

"Do you want anything?"

I'm shaking.

"Eat a little, don't you want to meet your parents?"

"You told my mom and dad?" I was a little surprised.

"Yes, maybe soon they'll be there, so now eat, don't worry them."

I nodded, deftly Mr. Arga helped me sit with a pillow stacked on the back of my body.

Not until the porridge in the bowl was finished, my father and mother came.

"You're getting better, son?" asked my mother with her eyes puffy, I'm sure you've been crying since.

"Sabrina's improved, ma'am." I smiled a little.

Mr. Arga came out for a while to give me and my mother time together.

"Get your baby, son. This is all fate, God loves him more," said mother immediately embraced me.

I immediately shed all the pain by crying as much as in the arms of mother, I can no longer stem these tears, only mother is a figure who is able to understand my feelings at this time.

"Patience, this is all a test" my father said, trying to calm down.

"One day, God will give in exchange, believe me," he continued.

I hugged my father without saying a word, even my brown shirt got wet with my tears and snot stuck there.

"It's all a process, God wants to know how strong you are" he said.

"Give me your husband, I know, he's been devastated by this, too."

"The man never shows his sadness, but deep down, you will never know how hard he holds the tears there" he continued.

I don't know what to say to them, I can't possibly tell my father and mother about it, I don't want to make them sadder.

"Are you guys going to stay with me here?" my many.

"We'll ask your husband for permission first, son. Because right now, he has more rights over you" replied the mother.

Mother kept hugging me, stroking my hair gently, as if channeling the remaining strength so that I would get stronger through all of this.

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Hi all, don't emotion please 😁

There will be a time when Mr. Arga will be angry because he knows the truth about this, yes, Sabar & Saya