Knitting Wounds Extreme

After all this time

The noise in front of the ER room of a hospital in the capital, made a doctor named Aditya Darmaji, get up and walk tergopoh leading to the ER room.

The handsome man with dimples on both cheeks, walked upright, swung his legs to step in to welcome his new patient. His neat hair with glasses that perched sweetly between his eyes, added to the impression of handsome and dignified.

“Maya?” gumam Adit.

Adit's throat was strangled, as his nether eyes were on Mayasari Arsyad, a twenty-eight-year-old woman he had ruined nine years ago.

“What happened to her, sister?” Adit asked then, with his eyes focused on the unconscious body, with a paused look on the patient's right thigh that was draining fresh blood.

“This woman is a Lady Escort, doctor. He fought with his fellow worker, and his right thigh was injured by a broken bottle of liquor,” replied the nurse.

“Let me handle it, sister. Please prepare everything,” vcap Aditya. The man grabbed his medical equipment and immediately treated and sewed the wound of the woman he called Maya earlier.

Until after Maya's treatment, the woman is left to rest in her unconscious by Aditya. Aditya then passed, leaving the woman in the ward with all the regret on her sharp eyes, like a pair of eagle eyes ready to ambush prey.

. . .

Morning greeted, the sun began to crawl up leaving his quarrel, shining on the capital with its warm light. The sound of birdsong accompanied by the wind, adds to the atmosphere of shahdu in this sunny morning.

Mayasari Arsyad, was an innocent woman nine years ago as Aditya Darmaji, a surgeon at a fairly well-known hospital in the capital. The two have a secret that is interconnected and hurts Maya in the past.

With that awareness beginning to return, Maya opened her eyes slowly, letting her eyelids move and her eyelashes tremble faintly. The yellow-haired Langsat was a jet-black straight woman, circling around a room that looked foreign to her. The disinfectant smell that he hated, ripped through his sense of smell.

“Good morning. Already awake?” Aditya said, still wearing a mask that covers most of his face

Maya looked at Aditya with a squinting eye.

‘That voice. The look in those eyes. Gesture body. Is he. oh no, no. It's just a coincidence resemblance. But my heart says so.’ Maya ingrained.

“Who are you?” Maya asked in a soft voice, but clearly with her stressful tone.

Slowly, Adit opens his mask, letting Maya know of him. Suddenly, Maya's face turns full of anger and wrath, which for nine years has been dwelling in her heart and soul.

“You ... you, how dare you appear again before me!” maya exclaimed and looked up at Adit, with eyes full of wrath and her face flushed red.

“Maya, listen to me first. We need to talk to fix our problems in the past. I beg you,” said Adit.

“Stop where you are and don't get close. Let alone to see your face, even to just breathe air in the same room as you, I would not do it!” firmly Maya.

“Oath by god, until now my hatred for you, even able to split the horizon in a matter of seconds, Aditya. Nine years I spent my day in great pain. But behold now, you the giver of the wound are boldly coming again, standing haughty before me shamelessly!” maya is full of hate.

“I know, in the end you'll be this angry with me, Maya. It seems, God has another purpose behind our meeting this time,” replied Ditya chimed in. His own eyes stared at the scar-filled netra before him.

“How long? For more than a decade, you have steadfastly made my life suffer. Look, with confidence you're saying that this fucking meeting, there's another meaning from God. Shameless!” Maya said in a furious tone.

Silence did not answer. The man was completely at a loss for words, but there was a lot of feeling he wanted to convey to Maya. He stared fixed beautiful face with clear eyeballs and washed away. There is a charm that does not playfully owned Maya at that time.Very much different from the last time he met virtual nine years ago.

“There is no chance for me, Maya? Is there no apology for this sinner?” ask Aditya slowly.

“Don't be too tall in dreaming, Mr. Aditya Darmaji. I hate you to the bone marrow and my smallest nerve cell. If there is any apology for you, maybe if I can see you become a corpse,” Maya replied.

Aditya smiled wryly full of pain. His heart was painfully sliced, with guilt he had felt for years.

Mayanist. It is a name that is suddenly immortal in the brain and heart of a doctor named Aditya. Guilt that seemed to mount, in fact almost made Ditya's defense paralyzed. Not wrong, Maya is not wrong for hating him. Aditya Lah who became the cause of Maya so wrath, although the tragedy of bamboo rooms roofed with leaves of rumbia, has passed nine years.

“Your anger is not over. Your hatred is not tired. Your disappointment is not broken. Don't you want to make peace with destiny? Punish me because I am guilty, I am willing to accept your torment and curse. But please, give me a chance to talk and explain,” ask Ditya once again. His tone was suddenly silent for a moment.

“There's nothing more to talk about. You have to pay for my heartache and my destruction, Aditya. You .... you can live a good life with the joy of happiness like the emperor with perfect happiness, while I have to bear the burden alone,” Maya said again full of wrath.

“I beg, Maya. Your condition is not okay. Rest well here. I will wait until you can ease your emotions,” please Ditya in a soft voice.

“We need to talk, Maya. I brought you breakfast. Your wounds on your thighs will heal soon if you eat a lot and enough nutrients. We have to talk later, calm yourself down,” said Ditya passed away, leaving Maya who was staring giddily at a pile of innocent food on the nightstand.

“Eat? When this situation let alone to eat, even seeing your face appear again in front of me, is a thing that I forbid. In the past, I promised myself to finish you off with my own hands. Go awayl. Don't make myself keep my promise nine years ago,” hardik Maya later.

Ditya passes away, only looking briefly at Maya, intending to leave the woman so that Maya can be calmer. Ditya just wanted Maya to calm down first.

Suddenly, the Maya world crumbles again, with various types and forms of old wounds that Maya has hidden themselves from anyone. For the sake of those innocent eyes, Maya even willingly wallowed on a sinful dark world, bathed in the mud of humiliation.

“Hina on this me, Aditya. Look at your success and my past. Do you have any guilt, after you left me lying in a room of humiliation?” Maya said after Ditya was really gone.

Maya was just unconscious, there was a pair of beautiful eyes staring at her from behind the window. That pair of eyes was the witness to Maya and Aditya's quarrel this morning. Who was the owner of that pair of beautiful eyes full of disappointment?

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