Heart Fragment

Hospital

Many times I looked at the device, it was one night but not a single message came from Rahman mas. Has he slept? But why not give me the news when I get home? My feelings were also suddenly agitated. Why do I feel like Rahman is lacking in communication.

I looked around the room. A little creepy because it's past midnight. Grateful that at least this room was not too quiet, there were some patients and waiters who were still awake.

My eyes feel heavy, but if I sleep in a sitting position, I'm not used to it.

Why also forget not to bring a mat to just lie down below. Finally I tried to sleep on the chair alone, by folding both hands in the ward Malika. Bending your head down, trying to get caught between your hands.

Not long ago, both eyes closed. I think everything in the room is spinning. Dizziness suddenly whack, after nausea for some reason. I again took a perfect sitting position, kneading my forehead slowly. Hope the dizziness disappears a little.

"Krrrrieeeet," the door of the room opened. I looked around, found Devan walking from there.

It is still with its special characteristics. Wearing a thick brown jacket with a cover on his head. Not to forget the headset is attached to both ears. I don't know what song it's playing. He also carried something, a large black crackle.

I see Malika is still asleep. Perhaps due to the influence of the medicine, he did not wake up at all.

Devan looked at me briefly. So flat without expression. He then without asking permission, spread a mattress on the floor beside the bottom of the ward Malika. Also remove some blankets and a pillow. He did it himself, still without a voice.

"Beres," he said after finishing tidying up.

"Sleep, I'm waiting outside." Say it again without glancing or looking at me. He turned very cold.

"Thank you."

* * * * *

Separated distance and time turned out to leave a sense of longing that traces in the heart. Although only last night did not meet with Rahman mas, it feels restless is prolonged.

[Mas, have you left?] I sent a message to Rahman via the green app on my watch. It's seven o'clock, it must have been my husband's office.

[Udah deck.] I saw a reply from Rahman.

Why just doang, ish!

Piss off!

Rahman always does. Not at home or in the hospital. If you have worked always ignore giving news, just a pleasantries it can be! My grunts in my heart.

Because Malika's room is being cleaned. So all the waiters were asked to leave the room. My stomach has also been wrapped around, struggling to ask for his rights.

I ended up stranded here in the hospital cafeteria with Devan.

Spend a bowl of chicken soto. With abundant sambal and lime. Besides being hungry, Soto is my favorite food. Plus the conditions are coming months like this. The name is sambal, as if to be a neutralizer of the situation.

"You want to add?"

"Huh?"

"Dad, would you like to add it?" The voice of this man in front of me began to be slightly suppressed.

I almost forgot. That Devan is coming with me, too. I don't think he noticed. Wasn't he busy with his laptop.

"No, I'm full." Answer's short.

"Oh, okay!" The truth is no less short.

He changed that fast. No longer bothering it feels like there is less.

I saw that he was busy with his laptop again. And it gets very cold.

* * * * *

Me and Devan walked together. He stepped in front of me first. Observing his back walking, like there was a sense of back rustling. It turned out to be true changed. It's no longer the Devan I know as before. He's an adult.

Build your own business from zero. Online and offline stores that already have branches. He, even his way of thinking was very mature. I just saw it briefly though. But there was a feeling of admiration for him at this moment.

It was by accident, when he went to the bathroom. I deliberately looked at his laptop screen. Curious about what activities are in the lakoninnya so far. Why is he so busy with his laptop.

That's right, why he gave me that memory ring. He kept his promise. And right when it's too late.

Devan...

Devan...

Devan...

Can you hear my heart?

Deg, man,

Steps ceased. I almost hit my head with his back. Then he turned around. Staring at me, there was a disappointed look there.

"Kellyiiii!!" The voice of someone calling me. Just as Devan and I were about to enter the main door of the hospital. Devan then takes the opposite path. There was a bit of pain, as he walked past me.

"Mas Rahman?" I asked in shock at Devan's steps moving away.

I'm still flabbergasted. Saw Rahman coming over with a bucket of white roses in his hand. Doesn't he work?

"Wasn't work?" Ask away. Didn't he have to leave early today for the office?

"Please take two days off. Let's get Rani here." Expose Rahman still giving a smile.

I nodded in understanding. He gave me a white rose bucket.

"Lho, who's sick is Malika. How do you give it to me?" many wonder.

"Mas is giving me Rani." Answer's short.

Is this a sign as my birthday present?Why is it now in love? it means Rahman gave his gift too late.

"Why?don't like?" He scrunched his forehead. Maybe I saw a disappointed look on my face.

"No, why is it late. And it has to be here. This is a hospital." My answer is still disappointed.

Why isn't Devan the one who gave me the date. He also gave me a ring, Rahman why only flowers. My spirit is in my heart, comparing Devan with Rahman.

"Daddy, what's late?" rahman's voice broke my daydream.

"Astaghfirullah, yes, no. Thanks for the flowers." I said while giving the sweetest smile I had.

Sometimes a lot of good can be forgotten just because of a little mistake.

* * * * *

I went with Rahman into Malika's room. As for Devan, he went home. There is a sudden need he said.

Okay, that means for the next two days I will only be accompanied by Rahman.

"He who?" Malika pointed towards Rahman as soon as we arrived inside.

"Oh, this is my husband. His name is Rahman." I introduce.

Rahman gave a smile. His hands were cupped in front of his chest in lieu of greetings.

Malika looked doubtfully. Like I can't believe I'm married.

"Bak Rani is really married?" Ask again still can't believe it.

"Dad. Wasn't he invited by the family? But no one came. And in waiting." I'm lirih. Remembering it is sad too.

"Dad, sorry. That time.." Malika's voice hangs.

"Well, can you just have a minute?" Nanar Malika looked. Maybe there is something important he wants to say.

"Dad, why?" Tanyaku.

"I'm sorry, but can you both?" Malika codes with bulging cheeks, pointing towards Rahman.

I looked at Rahman. My husband still hasn't.

"Oh yes hehehe." Rahman just responded. He also passed out of the room.

"Bak that's her husband? The handsome too. Hehe." Malika chuckles.

"Hust! So you want to talk to me just to muji mas Rahman?"

"Not me, hahahaha." She laughs. Thankfully, he was finally able to laugh as well.

"Trus?" I try to refocus.

"Can't it, the broken relationship is restored?" The question that Malika asked was absurd.

"meaning?" I cringe, confused.

"Sir, I'm sorry, yeah." Malika sniffles. He why suddenly crying.I rubbed his back, he should not think much strange. Focus on your health first.

"Udah don't think macem-macem. Malika is still sick." Relaxing words.

He shook his head. And her crying broke.

"I should have told you before I got married." Malika tried to explain. I still don't understand where our conversation is going.

"Sir, aren't you the same as Devan?" He was staring at me. I thought Malika knew that the young man was now my sister-in-law.

"He's been this past year..."

"Kellyiiii!" The sound of screaming from outside the door stopped Malika's speech.

"Mas Devan?" Stuck up in disbelief. Malika covered her mouth with both hands.

"Hosh.hosh.hosh!! Mas Rahman, he's in ugd." Devan. Steady voice and expression to his panikan. Like giving a bad feeling.