I'M BETWEEN YOU AND HIM

TEARS OF RANTI

Since my meeting with Arif Borne in Pak Anjar housing park, I reaffirm my heart and self, that I must succeed and return to attract the attention and love of Ranti back to me.

I grew up in the spirit of rebuilding my efforts through the help of Mr. Anjar. The more unanimous my desire to make Ranti relationship intertwined with me again.

Somehow later, I still think because Ranti is not a careless woman who easily melts just because of the concerns of the youth today.

The important thing is that I can restore my economy first. Must be back fluttering with the flag of success of my efforts.

I am grateful to have an orange. Indirectly Orange is my bridge across Ranti's heart and dive into her feelings. I'll enter slowly with the help of the Orange. Hopefully Ranti can accept me back with her as her proud husband, that's my hope.

I shower Orange deliveries every day to Ranti's house. Clothes, dolls, even my beloved daughter's favorite Barbie toy. Ranti's response was flat. Not even a thank-you note he sent via wa. Maybe because it is natural that I give an orange gift in Orange is my biological child. Hhh... Ranti, the harder it is to conquer you! To go back and forth between Jakarta-Bojong is the hardest thing right now if I have to remember my more and more sembolku orders.

I was overwhelmed to make a stye alone until finally decided to hire some female friends Hana who lived not far from my contract. After a few days I gave a crash course on how to make a splinter, they were finally quite reliable.

Rosa called me to tell me that Mr. Anjar had prepared a name transfer document in his villa certificate. They will meet tomorrow at Pak Anjar's residence with a local notary witnessed.

I'm glad to hear good news from Rosa. Finally a little more of my desire for success will be fulfilled and I will proudly present it to Ranti and Jingga. Alhamdulillaah. Aamij!

In the morning I took a shower and dressed. Wearing a blue shirt stellan and a semi-formal suit that I just bought a few days ago made Hana, Irma and Uci look up to me. They have just arrived and will add chicken splints to customers' orders.

"But! Very cool dandannye! Rich people want walimahan!" ceplos Hana makes me laugh.

"There is an important promise! Doain yaa.successful brother meeting no obstacle!"

"You want to meet the same wife, right, bang? Widiiih... hihihihi, long time yes bang!" Irma also teased me. They often wara-wiri around my contract. Before working for me, they knew me well.

Rosa and I made a promise at the Sahari Mountain. As usual I hitchhiked to go together to Pak Anjar's place.

It took quite a long time to get there because the road was completely jammed. We have been waiting for them for an hour.

"Sorry, sir.we're stuck in a severe traffic jam in Summarecon. Looks like there's an event!" Rosa apologized for not feeling well. I shook the hand of Mr. Anjar and several notaries who were present there.

"Luck it! We were talking while having tea together. How are you guys doing?"

"Alhamdulillah, sir! I am so grateful for your help and kindness to us!"

"You kids too! Please, keep my good name as a businessman! I rely on you guys so much. Therefore, you must be more successful than me!"

"Aamiin, thank you sir!"

I did not expect, villa Pak Anjar in the largest Mega Mendung number is now renamed with my name. I was nervous when I signed it. Rosa was also very enthusiastic to support me. His smile was unceasingly glittering as we chatted occasionally on a joke.

Suddenly my phone rang. I deliberately did not lift because I was not happy in the middle of our meeting. Rang again a few times.

"Thank God, Dika! Who knows that's an important call." Mr. Anjar said making me smile embarrassed and then asked permission to come out for a while to receive the call.

"Replace? The assalamualaikum? What's up?"

"Maaa.... Orange accident mas! I'm at Citama Hospital now!"

"That accident? How is he doing now?"

"Babies torn. Must be operated immediately! Maaas, come quickly maaaas! Hikhikk..."

"I'm on the way now!"

Tut tuut...

"Sir Anjar, Miss Rosa, Mr. Philip are all too. My son's in an accident!"

Everyone was surprised to hear my words. Rosa offered me the vehicle, but I refused because it would take longer to get stuck in traffic.

I rushed out. Running along the residential street. Looking left and right, who knows there is a motorbike motorcycle taxi. After almost a quarter of an hour of running around with a chaotic feeling, I finally found a motorcycle taxi running.

I explained my goal in a hurry while giving the taxi driver 500 thousand to take me to Citama Hospital in Bojong Gede area.

Thank goodness without saying much, the young man gave me a helmet and we immediately slid to the agreed place.

After nearly an hour at a fairly high speed, I finally arrived at my destination. Looking for Ranti in the IGD room, but I couldn't find her. I called. Ask his current position. Turns out Ranti was in front of the operating room. I asked the nurse a few times who happened to pass by.

I saw Ranti sitting limp with her hands covering her face.

"Replace!"

"Mas Dikaaaa....!"

He ran towards me. Crying loudly in my chest while pounding my shoulder.

"Orange, mas...The orange!... Huhuhuhuhu.., I was wrong, I'm sorry! I won't be able to forgive myself if Orange arrives!"

I gulped with a deathly pale face. I imagine my little body now lying in a cold and frightening room with a doctor dressed in all white complete with medical equipment ready to take action. Hhh... The orange! The strong, baby!

O God, save my son, O God! Please..help my son! She was just 4 years old 4 months ago. It's too small for you to spare him a painful ordeal. If I may exchange, let me be replaced instead of having to feel the orange.

Oh Allah....!! Knee limp. I hugged Ranti's shoulder while walking towards the long chair in the waiting room for surgery. We sat side by side with hearts that were not upset.

Ranti still continued to cry regretfully. While I was just silently pecking with my hands still on Ranti's boat.

"Our son is a strong boy, Ranti! Believe that... Orange will be fine! Let us ask God the Most Merciful. God must give strength and health to our orange. You must be strong, not weak. If later on Orange aware, find his mother.how can you continue to accompany Jingga!" I said in a soft but clear voice. I'm honestly not sure either, because I haven't seen the last orange. But I tried to think positively, giving Ranti spirit and hope.

It seems like my words are a bit in his heart. Her crying shrank as she sat back upright. Ranti tried hard.

It's been 2 hours for my daughter in the operating room. Why so long? My heart beats fast with anxiety and anxiety. Every now and then I stood up, walking back and forth while looking at the operation door to quickly open.

A nurse came out shortly. Ranti and I ran after him with questions.

"Please sir, ma'am, the patient is still being treated by a doctor. The situation is better now. Help us with prayer!" the answer made me a little calmer.

The nurse left and soon returned with some of the items needed in the operating room.

"Mas. Just a month ago you left me! Oh God, don't make the orange go away from me too! Do not take my son, God.... I'd go crazy, die if I lived without an orange!" again Ranti sobbed sadly helplessly. His hands were so cold and his face was red wet with tears.

"Maaas..why does Allah test me so heavily!... Yes Allaaah.... Please my son Allaaah! I'm a slumber, I'm a bad mother, but please don't take her away from me! Don't keep me away from you, Allaaah!!" Ranti was hysterical again because of the negative thoughts in her brain.

I'm back to embracing it. Holding both hands. Trying to read al-Fatihah's letter and Al-Alaq's letter repeatedly. Occasionally pull Ranti's head and close her lips so as not to get more messed up. I know Ranti is devastated and confused. But I don't want his grief to make him blame himself and the fate God gave us. I fear that God will grow angry and increase our suffering because we are less grateful for His favor.

Ranti hugged me back. Crying hysterically spills all her sadness on me. I was also washed away. I also ended up collapsing with tears imagining that the orange had to go from our side. How will our lives be? How did Ranti get through all this? I know for a fact, hold Ranti's power all this time. Let the light of Ranti's life. Even when her heart was broken to pieces because of my behavior, Ranti still stood up even though she showed tears of sadness for parting with me. Ranti tried her hardest to survive the ordeal that hit her and she got through it because of Orange. I can't imagine if the worst thing happened to Orange.

"I'm wrong, Ranti! I'm a despicable human! I made you miserable! I'm a depraved man who should be tortured, not you too my son! I want to replace the orange if I have to exchange lives though. I should be the one to die! Not you! You guys have absolutely nothing wrong! I was the ringleader until all this happened. Our farewell, your grief, and the orange crash... It's all my fault!" I kept yelling at myself. Blaming myself for being right I'm the culprit.

I wish I could hold back a little and not be tempted by Vika's seduction. None of this is possible. My wife can't ask for a divorce. My son can't be in that cold, dark operating room right now. I am the mastermind of all this suffering! I'm the culprit of all this! God should have taken my life away from me than I should have seen the agony of Ranti and Orange! I sincerely O God, if you now send down the angel of izroil to pluck the soul from my body in exchange for my son's orange! I'd choose that, if it could be like that!

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