I choose Your Heart
PHD (6)
KPH 6'S
A week later.
Lanzi's health began to improve, and today she plans to go to campus. Early in the morning Lanzi was neat, wearing a gray suit with a tie in brown striped. Fitri had prepared breakfast with the maid. Lanzi came down and greeted Fitri.
"Good morning, ma'am," said Lanzi.
"Morning, Lan. How are you doing today?" ask Fitri.
"Good, Mom. Today, Lanzi is scheduled to go to the campus, after which Lanzi will stop by the advertising company. Mom, tonight, just eat first don't wait for Lanzi" Lanzi replied.
"Don't be too tired first. You just got better, don't get sick again. Remember, don't eat too late!" fitri. He was worried that Lanzi would drown himself on the job, in order to forget about Tri.
"Yes, Mom. Lanzi won't forget Mom's message, don't worry too much" Lanzi replied.
After breakfast, Lanzi went to campus with the driver and his assistant, Tom. Tom retired two years ago. But the incident that befell Lanzi, made him back to work. Tom could not bear to see Lanzi's sadness. Tom was already waiting for Lanzi in the car, which was parked in the courtyard. Lanzi got into the car and the driver immediately drove the car to the campus.
"Sir Tom, what's today's schedule?" Ask Lanzi.
"Today, we, there are no activities on campus, in advertising companies, we have meetings with clients. Just that, our activities today, young master," replied Tom.
"Did mom tell you to?"
"That's …."
"Mother told you to limit my activities, right?" Lanzi guessed precisely because Tom did not answer. Tom's silence answered Lanzi's guess.
"Mrs Fitri no longer has anyone, like you. So, he did not want to lose the only person he loved. You have to be grateful, Mr. Madam loves you like her own son" Tom said.
"You, right." Lanzi stared out the car window, looking at the buildings that seemed to move backwards as Lanzi's car passed by. Lanzi hoped her bad memories could be like that of the building, running away and lagging behind her. Lanzi felt extremely tormented, remembering how the last smile Tri and Daren gave her.
At the last moment, Lanzi could not see the faces of his wife and children. Lanzi shed her tears back. Lanzi then remembered the university where Tri attended.
"Sir Tom, have you delivered the news to Diva's University?" Ask Lanzi.
"Here you go, sir."
They arrived at the campus parking lot. Lanzi came down with Tom. All the ordinary college students looked in amazement at Lanzi, now looking at her with pity.
"Peace Mr. Lanzi, still young, has widowed because his wife died. He also lost his son and grandfather at the same time. Look at! Her smiling face was gone, so cold" one student whispered to her friend.
Lanzi pulled the corner of her lips, smiling bitterly as she heard the students whispering. Lanzi paused for a moment, turning her head towards the female student who was gossiping about her.
"Come, go! You whispered too close. It seems Mr. Lanzi heard it," said another friend as he pulled away.
Lanzi stepped back after the gossipy student left. Lanzi greeted the lecturers in his room, then went around the campus to see the state of the campus building, maybe something should be fixed. Finished walking around, he entered his room, before long, the security section came carrying a woman.
Geck! Geck! Geck!
"Lake in!" Lanzi said. Tom stood beside Lanzi's desk.
"Good morning, Mr. Lanzi. I caught this woman early in the morning blind. He tried to open the door to the room, he also admitted that he was the one who put the flowers yesterday" said the security guard.
"I hope you don't do it again. Already sir, let him go. If you catch him again, just take him directly to the police station" Lanzi said coldly.
***
In a private hospital, in a remote area, on the outskirts of Jakarta. A woman was lying in one of the treatment rooms. His face was tightly closed by bandages. Next to the patient's bed, on the sofa not far from the window. A handsome man with brown skin was lying with his hands crossed and feet dangling to the floor.
The woman woke up after a week in the hospital room. The two women's eyes went around looking at every inch of the room. He felt his face covered in bandages up to his neck. He felt his hands numb, stiff, and painful when moved. He glanced at his left hand, apparently his left hand was plaster cast. The woman's hand suffered a minor fracture, which is why it was casted.
"Shh ... Why am I here?" The woman muttered softly as her right hand held her head. He wanted to wake up, but his whole body was in pain and unable to get up.
The man who was sleeping on the sofa woke up and stepped over to the nursing bed.
"Sartika, you're awake, baby. Thank goodness" said the man.
"Who are you? Why am I here? What the hell happened to me?" Ask the woman.
"You fell down the stairs at home, a week ago" the man said.
"What?" ask the woman in astonishment. Because in his memory, he suffered a car accident.
"Don't you remember, baby?" Ask the man back.
"Who are you? Why call me 'honey'? I don't know you" said the woman.
A doctor came in to check on the woman's patient. The man spoke to the doctor who examined him. For a while the woman just silently listened to the chatter of the two. With a confused mind, he closed his eyes and thought of the reason why he was lying there.
The doctor left, and the man followed the doctor from behind.
"I haven't heard the answer from him yet, why did the man leave. Who her? Why did he call me 'honey' and why did he say I fell down the stairs?" The woman continued to mutter in confusion.
He remembers vividly, if he was hit by a car and after that he did not know what happened, because he was unconscious.
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