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Fight for Love (Pov Arjuna) 21+

It was a little dazed when I came out of Mama's hospital room. I held onto the wall and sat in the waiting room. I can't think very well. I looked up my phone and found my woman's phone number and I pressed the green button there.

"Ha, ha .. lo. Assalamu'alaikum, Mas." he replied slightly stammered. I closed my eyes. "Mas! How's Mama doing?"

I just kept quiet and looked down deeply, bowing my back staring at the floor. How will I talk to him about all this, O God...

"Mas, Mama's all right?" I'm still quiet.

After taking a deep breath I answered.

"Waalaikumsalam, where are you dear?" Finally, these lips said.

"I'm in the hospital's front garden, Mas." I turned off my phone and headed there.

Arriving at the park, I circled around looking for her, and finally it appeared my woman was sitting alone, occasionally she wiped her tears with the back of her hand. I slowly walked over and sat beside her. I gently stroked her head covered in black hijab.

"Mas." he called her soft, as tears fell down her cheeks.

I swallowed my salivary holding back the cry in front of him.

"Why are you here alone?" I asked as I touched her cold cheek.

"I'm waiting for news from Mama, Mas. How's it going now, is Mama okay?"

"Mama's awake, honey. Don't worry." I tried to smile.

"Allah, O God." Melati looked relieved, she put one of her hands to her chest with her eyes closed. "Mas, all this happened because I'm Mas, I'm sorry," he said feeling guilty and his crying spilled back.

"It's not your fault, we've tried our best. All control is with God, dear." I hugged her.

I need time with him to talk about all this. Not in the apartment, not at home.

"Darling, we're on vacation!" take suddenly.

"Mommy, Mama's sick, she needs us."

"There's Rega, there's Aunt Dinda and the other family. I have something to talk about, but not now. Please, just a few days." take me.

After a long time of persuasion, my woman finally wanted to. I'll call Gilsa immediately.

"Yes, sir."

"Set up a flight for tomorrow, me and Melati."

"Where, sir?"

"Balinese!"

***

I asked Mr. Gus to pick him up first and then go back to the hospital room to see Rega. I explained my purpose and purpose in coming. My sister just kept quiet, maybe she was still disappointed with my attitude that cornered her, even the tip of the lips was still bluish the marks of my punch earlier.

"I'll leave Mama for a few days."

"Where?"

"Bless my woman before I'm really sure I made the right decision."

Rega turned his eyes.

"Let me know about Mama's progress all the time, if she asks, tell me I've got a shoot out of town that can't be canceled."

Rega was silent. I move, then step to go.

"Sister!" call him who made my steps stop. "I'll take care of Mama as best I can, don't worry." I just nodded then passed.

***

After an exhausting flight, we arrived at the Lv8 Resore Hotel. Melati didn't say much, she just kept quiet. If I speak, he answers only as necessary.

The rest of us in a room that is designed quite unique and stylish, the furniture is dominated by wood. This room is equipped with a DVD player, TV, mini bar and bathroom. I opened the glass window curtain and saw the vast ocean out there.

I'm nodding.

He simply took off the hijab and threw it on the bed, then passed it to the bathroom. I called Rega and asked Mama.

"Ga, my sister has arrived in Bali. How's Mama doing?"

"Alhamdulillah Mama is better, her condition is stable."

"Thank God, I'm going to rest. Take good care of Mama. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Waalaikumsalam .." I turned off the phone.

I took off the shirt buttons and undressed. Remove the watch, then throw the body into the mattress. I look at the ceiling of this room. Still worried about this thought.

Mama's pale face suddenly loomed in memory, I closed my eyes and prayed for her from the heart.

It's been thirty minutes why Melati hasn't finished cleaning herself. I followed him to the bathroom. There was water, and there was a sobbing sound, I tried to knock on the door.

Tok tok!

"Darling .... " The sound of crying stopped.

"Yes, Mum."

"Open the door."

"Not now, Mum!"

"A moment," I asked, he opened the door.

The door opened, and he did not take off his clothes, but his whole body and shirt were soaked.

"What are you doing?" I leaned against the door.

"It's okay, Mom," he said, tucking his wet hair behind his ears. "Mas, what is this journey, a goodbye to our togetherness?" her eyes were red staring at me.

I saw him gulp a few times, holding back the tears that were already welling up to fill all corners of the eye.

"Who said?" ask me with a hoarse voice.

"Tante Dinda told me everything." My woman smiled bitterly.

He smeared his own lips, then the taper's chin wrinkled repeatedly. I went into the bathroom and stood in front of her, I turned on the shower and we both stood underneath. Wet all my body and body. I buried her in an embrace and then kissed the top of that head a few times. My woman sobbed again.

"Mas, is this really our last togetherness?" tanyanya in between sobs. I closed my eyes and hugged her tighter.

"Never think that." I asked.

"Mas, I am yours, but whenever a husband belongs to his mother. Mas, at this time the recovery of Mama is the most important" he said in a stalled voice. I took off the hug and framed her face, then looked at that sweet face.

"Tell me that you love me." I asked with a tight chest.

"I love you, Mom" he said with trembling lips and tears in his eyes as a shower of water rained down on us.

"Tell me again." I asked closer, my tears were mixed with this water that soaked my head.

"I love you, Mom!" say it with lips that vibrate more intensely.

"Say again!" my door now began to stick our forehead with our eyes closed.

Melati closed her eyes, she kept sobbing.

"I love you, I love you, I love you, Mas!" crying decapitated. I have soft lips with a broken heart.

The woman's cry grew more and more, I hugged her thin body tightly and deeper kissed her. After a long time I took off the kiss, I looked into her eyes carefully.

"I just want to hear those words. This is the beginning of our struggle, promise me dear. We need Mama's heart together" I whispered into her ear.

Melati nodded quickly. The tears are back. I took off the buttons of his shirt one by one, while continuing to fondle. Here in this bathroom. For the first time we were fused with a feeling that was equally broken.