I'll wait for your promise

Sanu 2's

“What happened with Sanu, Mas?” I approached. Standing next to Mas Vino.

“She was in a coma after surgery.”

“What does he hurt?”

“Brain cancer.”

My tears are flowing. Staring at Sanu's face. “Hai, Sanu.” I smiled sadly. “Do you remember me? The girl that makes you curious. But now you're the one who makes me curious.” I'm in tears. “Why did you disappear so suddenly? And now we meet again with circumstances like this.” I almost fell limp. Mas Vino quickly caught my body. Disa who was standing opposite me was crying to see me.

A nurse came. Reminds me that the clock is over. Vino led me out. Disa's approaching. Follow guiding me. We sat in the long chair in front of the ICU. I leaned on Disa's shoulder. Stare blankly at the fish pond in front. Disa held me tight.

“Since when he was sick.” Ask Disa.

“Ntoe. I just found out a few weeks ago, too. He's a closed man. Such severe pain alone does not want to tell a story. If I hadn't seen it then, I probably wouldn't know it until now either. At that time I was visiting a friend who was in an accident and accidentally saw Sanu enter the IGD. That's when her mom cried in my arms and told me everything.” Mas Vino's eyes look red in tears. A tear fell on his cheek. “You yourself why you can know Sanu.” Vino looked at us.

“Actually Sanu doesn't know me. He only knows Difa through sms. The stray number is that, but suddenly Sanu disappears without news. All numbers are inactive. Our friendship is also blocked.” Disa represents me telling stories.

Vino laughed a little. Head lowered. “Sanu is indeed a strange person! He didn't want everyone to know about his illness. So before the news of his illness spread, he had already disappeared from the lives of his friends. One thing he wants to do.” A moment to look at us.

“What?” We asked in unison, simultaneously staring at Mas Vino.

“What are the terms?” Ask Disa.

“You must accompany me until night.” Mas Vino left us.

“Hah!!” Me and Disa looked at each other. It quickly chased after Mas Vino who had gone a long way.

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For days, Disa and I accompanied Mas Vino in guarding Sanu. The white man often told stories about Sanu when they lived together in Makassar. At that time Sanu decided to follow him. He wanted to find a job and hitchhiked in Mas Vino's place temporarily. But not for a month, Sanu moved to Yogyakarta. The man who was in a coma was deliberately looking for acquaintances from various regions, with the aim of being able to come to the city. From the way he talks, this man who is sipping coffee looks mature and wise in dealing with every problem. Not infrequently he advised us to be more excited to finish college. Disa and I had met Sanu's parents while changing guard. The woman in Purple Hijab cried when she told her son about the situation in recent months. His son was often aloof and left all access to communication. Her father showed me a novel by Sanu. The novel tells the story of the journey from the beginning he knew his illness to the hope to survive. I took the novel home and read it with my twin. Not just once we read. Not only did he cry over his story once. Once Mas Fikri took care of the helpless man, accompanied him until late at night. Can not be bored reading the Quran’an. Sanu's parents also with the spirit of teaching. They said they thought of us as their children too. Sanu has no sister. He was the third of four children. His first brother worked in Korea. His second brother works in Batam. His sister is still in second grade High School.

“It's great if we have a daughter-in-law like you.” Papa Sanu said. Me and Disa smiled shyly. In my heart hope, may it come true. There is no denying that this feeling is beginning to grow. Both of his parents loved us very much. He already has Dayat. So, maybe only I will be her daughter-in-law.

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Dude, tomorrow author leave first yes,, want to pingit for a while. He said to stay young + bestselling sweet work.the story continued sometime if it has finished the pepingitan period, while looking for wangsit for the next script.

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