
"Neng from anywhere? How was it taken at this hour?" Ask Mang Ujang the grocer. Mang Ujang did not even blink to see me, so surprised. Yes, I was fine this morning and now I'm battered. They must think no.
“Sorry Mang, there was business" I replied. I don't know what to answer, I'm not ready to lie, even if I have to be honest.
“Eneng fell from motor?” Ask her again.
“Iya Mang, but no papa kok, already yes Mang, afraid to be angry with Nek Mina later" said quickly, avoiding the question Mang Ujang.
“Iya Neng, be careful," he reminded.
“Good Mang. Assalamualaikum."
“Wa aleikum greetings."
I immediately lifted the not-so-little groceries. Heavy, but heavier my life's burden of course. I can't complain, just live it all sincerely.
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Upon arrival at Nek Mina's stall, everyone was surprised to see me battered. They even stopped their work.
“Yes Allah, Kira. You why?” Ask Siti's employee Nek Mina.
“Fall Mbak. No papa kok”Jawabku.
“Ngga papa how? It hurts so much, let me compress it first Ra" said Ms. Yuni.
“Ngga papa mbak already have the same medicine ointment, oh yes, Grandma where mbak?," I looked around looking for the whereabouts of Nek Mina.
“In dalem Ra, just entered earlier grandma worried you earlier," replied Mbak Yuni while serving the buyer.
“I go in first yes, Ma'am, want to meet grandma,"I just stood up, Nek Mina is behind me.
“Where have you been, huh? What time is it now? You've missed your breakfast," Nek Mina lifted my ears slowly. I grimaced, though not sick.
“Sorry Nek, earlier Kira fell" I replied with a sad face I made make.”Now Kira eat first, Grandma, let's be strong to hear Grandma's nagging" I grinned to say that.
“Basic brat, quick to eat," Shouted Nek Mina. Nek Mina is so, she's mad at me. Not because I was late delivering groceries but because I missed my breakfast there.
“Good Nek" I'm going to the kitchen right away to pick up some food. I suddenly felt hungry to smell the cooking of Mbak Yuni and Mbak Siti.
Without being told to eat again. Hhhmmmm, very delicious. I ate with greed, so hungry, since the morning my stomach has not filled anything even water. Just a few mouthfuls of my phone rang. The story of the twins' homeroom teacher. Is there anything I haven't paid for?. I'll answer that call immediately.
Room : “Assalamualaikum Bu”
Ma'am teacher : “Waalaikumsalam, this is Mama Jenny, really?”
Kira : “Iya Ma'am, right, what's up, Mom?”
Ma'am Teacher : “Begini Mother, currently Jenny is sick, I beg you immediately to Harapan” Hospital
Kira : “What pain Zen Bu?”
Bu Guru: “You should come here as soon as possible bu”
Kira : “Good Ma'am, I'll be there soon.”
Number: “Waalaikumsalam,"
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Elsewhere, somewhere else,
"Master, Young Master is in trouble, now Young Master is being treated for his critical condition. Young Master lost a lot of blood, "A man in his 50s, with a plontos head, was reporting to his superior.
"Who did it?" The man sitting in the hospital bed looked anxious, but he kept trying to calm down.
"We are still investigating, according to Mr. Hendra, the culprits are just ordinary street thugs, but they are notoriously sadistic. And, lucky, there's someone helping her, sir."
"Who helped him?" the man turned his head, an old face that looked pale. However, it does not diminish its authority.
"A woman who happened to pass by, it seems, sir. However, the Young Master's bodyguards found no one in the hospital. However, Mr. Hendra managed to get the name and vehicle number of the helper woman."
"Investigate the woman, find out more information" he ordered. He is a man who owns several large companies. I am now abroad for a business trip. However, due to exhaustion, he had to get treatment before continuing his business trip back.
Supposedly, he had retired, and was holding a grandchild, but his only son, was not willing to marry. The reason is miscellaneous, even they quarrel because his father tried to match him with the daughter of his business partner.
"We're coming home tonight, I want to see how things are going, as soon as possible" he said.
The man who was still busy with the device in his hand, lowered his head, as a sign of retreat and understood what his boss was holding.
Meanwhile, the,
In the ICU room, where the two men were still unconscious. They close their eyes as if asleep, if they do not see the bruises and medical devices supporting their lives.
A man with all the perfection and power attached to him. Now, he was just lying weakly depending on the media tools on his body.
Next to him stood a younger man. Staring at his cousin Brother, who had somehow suddenly, was rash with his own plans.
Once, getting word that his brother got hurt, he canceled several meetings, which inevitably got protests from his colleagues. However, the responsibility that Uncle gave him, made him ignore all forms of demos and objections from them.
The flat-faced man, was holding a sigh in his heart. Although until now his uncle has not contacted him, but that does not mean he does not know. His uncle knew everything, maybe also who was behind his son's assault.
He sighed, perplexed, This older cousin of his is all grown up, but he is grumpy and rude. Moreover, ever since Mama died, she's become more and more uncontrollable. Perhaps, he was very sad, when the one who understood him the most, would not return to him.
"Sorry, Bang. I can't take good care of you, as Uncle asks. Hurry up, Bang," She moaned. Regretting, regretting he let his sister change the original plan. Tears suddenly slide without being prevented. She was afraid, if her brother refused to get up or would not wake up. What's more, the doctor said that he had already gone through a critical period, and that he should have woken up by now. The man who was almost emotionless and calm the entire time, was stunned in sobs, in the arms of his Brother who was asleep in peace.
In the subconscious of the sleeping man, he was as if he was in a dark, endless place. He was tired, tired of running for a way out. His breath was already wheezing, his sweat was big, as big as a grain of corn. He shouted, however, what came back was the echo of his own voice. He leaned over, holding his knees that were starting to limp, collapsing. Maybe he ended up here, alone, like his life was always lonely. Maybe this is the time to say goodbye. Slowly his eyes, heavy and his vision blurred, almost closed.
But, the outlines he heard, the voice of someone he loved, and the screams of a woman, whether that was who.
"Rio," His lips moved quietly without a sound.
It was as if it had gained a new power, one that came out of nowhere. He forced his eyes open, and tried to get up. Once again, he circulated the gaze throughout the dark room. Until, the net found a speck of light. As if finding hope, he ran there, the closer, the brighter. He blinked and blinked until the light seemed to swallow him.