I'm You And He

115. Surprise for Gita

Gita sits on the hospital bed. His eyes looked at the ceiling. His mind went nowhere, imagined the incident that hit him a few days ago. If only he hadn't gone to see his friend, had he not accepted Zahra's offer to take him, he probably wouldn't have been in the hospital.

All supposing that swirling in his mind, if it were too late, a thousand regrets would not return the baby.

He needs someone to support his shoulders, he needs a place to lean. Pilu, tight chime into one. Gita bent her face, bowed full of tears.

Gita recalled, where she used to cry alone while at Sukasari Puskesmas, she wanted to go home but she also wanted to stay in Sukasari, because there was a man who made her not want to go home. Yes, that man is Ronal.

But all that his hopes became disappointment, the man lost without news. Now it's all over again, where the man is back there's no one beside him. Maybe it's different from what it used to be. But somehow the pain he used to feel again whack.

"Gita!" siti's voice shocked her daydream.

Gita hugs Siti while crying. The two friends strengthen each other.

"no, why is my life like this? why,ti!" Gita is still sobbing.

"I see the past, it's like. After the incident, I was alone in the puskesmas, no one accompanied. Even what I expected to come did not appear, why Siti! why is it like it's repeated again!"

"cups! cups! Gita you can't be like that. Then let it pass. Look at the one in front. I'm sure there's a silver lining, from here you can learn to appreciate the time, you can be even more careful.What's going on with the Gita?"

Gita remained silent.

"Yes, if you don't want to tell me, papa, kok. Now you rest, yes. It's already night." Siti helps Gita lay her body down. Like a mother, Siti stroked Gita's hair to put her to sleep.

"Thank you,ti. You are my best friend. You're always in my need, but I hurt you often."

"It's Gita. You take a break, yeah." Siti sits on a chair near Gita's bed.

"Ti, you've met Nature yet." asked Gita suddenly.

"No, Gita. Yesterday we went to see Mr. Alam but not when we heard you were conscious. Why are you asking brother Alam, kangen huh?"

"Yes, that. I haven't seen him in almost two months. But, does he know my condition now? Does he know that his son is no more?" lamented Gita.

Her eyes began to glaze over, she could not imagine her husband's anger knowing the truth. His fearful thoughts began to appear, moreover this was indeed his fault who still received Zahra's presence. If she had listened to her husband's word not to get too close to Zahra, there probably wouldn't have been that.

Aharhhg!!!!

My fault!

My fault!

Gita continues to blame herself. He hit his head with his hands. She cursed herself who could not keep her husband's trust. Siti sees Gita as depression calms her best friend.

"You must be strong, Gita." hugged Siti

"It's all my fault, ti. I did not hear the words of Nature in order not to be close to Zahra. The thing that threw Nature into prison was Zahra." Gita said.

"What! So Zahra's throwing Alam's brother in jail." Siti is shocked to hear the story of Gita.

"What's wrong with that woman?"

"Because Nature wears Boy's face. He's vengeful with Boy." obviously Gita is still as unwilling but shows deep fear.

"Does he have anything to do with what you're going through right now?" ask Siti. Gita simply replied with a nod.

"Yes, God must be reported." Siti leaves Gita and finds inspiration, because Mama Yulia and Papa Dul have not yet come.

"Ham" Siti came to Ilham's office.

"What's up, ti?" Inspiration sees Siti as an emotion.

"We're going to the police. About what happened to Gita."

"Who should we report,ti?"

" Zahra." replied Siti steady.

"Gita told me everything. Zahra who kidnapped Gita, persecuted Gita to the point of miscarriage."

"Okay, we're leaving now." Inspiration pulled Siti's hand out of her room.

Meanwhile, someone enters Gita's room while she is asleep. His smile expanded as he watched the woman in front of him fall asleep.

Enjoy your life now Gita.

"Okay, if there's anything tell ya." Ilham left Siti at the hospital door. Siti stared at Inspiration until it disappeared from her view.

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One Week later

Today Gita is allowed to go home. Mama Yulia was busy preparing for the needs of Gita, Siti and Ilham also helped. They guide Gita to get into the car.

Gita glanced at the two "Since when have you guys been this close?"

The one asked remained silent. Gita knows that her best friend is embarrassed to answer her. Sometimes he teases Siti whose face looks red. Seemed Ilham was still focused on driving, occasionally staring at the two from the car glass.

"Mama papa, where?" Gita did not see her parents.

"First." replied Siti.

The car drove fast, Gita saw that the goal was not to his house.

"Where the hell is this going?" ask Gita wonder.

"Go home, go where else" replied Siti.

"Ham, didn't you forget my address?" Gita was still wondering where she was taken.

"We go around a long time ago, you haven't gone for a walk." replied Ilham.

"Yes, but I still have to recover."

"don't take it, follow it." said Ilham.

Gita stared at the streets, if there was a husband, it would be exciting. But it feels impossible.

Ah, he wanted to stop by the Nature field.

"Ti, let's go to the yard!" take Gita.

"Tomorrow. You will have to rest first." replied Siti.

Soon Gita and Siti fall asleep in the car. The time shows at 18:00 they arrive at the top area villa. The cold air made Siti and Gita wake up a little.

"Cochere?" ask Gita.

Siti delivers the gita to a small villa on the side. Gita opens the door to call her mom.

"YESYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!"

"APAAAAAAAAA!"

Arriving at the door to the room, fragrant.

Gita shuddered in horror, is there a waiter in her villa.

his feet followed the candles that lined the floor stairs to the room. Still calling her parents, she continued walking up the stairs.

It has been a few years he did not play in this villa.The last time he went to this villa was still Junior High, still durable with Roki.

"Mama same papa gaje really make kayak gini anyway?" groused Gita.

The Gita picked up one of the petals scattered on the floor. Smell the flowers.

"Mom knows I like white roses." she said.

The Gita does not really like red roses. From childhood he loved to collect white roses. A red rose was at his bedside. Gita smelled the flowers.

Suddenly a hand coiled around Gita's waist.

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