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"Papa didn't come in. Cepet's sorted out, papa wait in the car." The heavy voice of the 43-year-old man shrieked Intan's ears.
Intan with her puffy eyes stared at the 2 suitcases that had been lying sweetly at the foot of the bed. He had already prepared this after returning home from the hospital, before finally hugging a roll and sobbing.
Intan wears an original jacket. He pulled the 2 suitcases and then met with a look at Bu Ris who was standing not far from the door of his room.
Without saying much, Intan took off the handle of the suitcase and then approached Bu Ris to hug the old body. "Intan titip Mama."
"Aren't you saying goodbye to your mom?" Ask Bu Ris after taking off that warm hug.
Intan was silent for a moment. "Where?"
"Room."
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The woman's body was wrapped in a thin blanket of orange. From the neck to the toe, everything is closed.
Intan swallowed and approached. He stared at his mother's face for a moment and then turned to pull his mother's hand hidden behind a blanket. "I'm saying goodbye."
"When we're gonna get better at calling. I moved to Malang," Intan said to himself, as if his instincts said mom must have heard him. "Your mother, I've been rude to papa."
2 breaths passed. Then Intan continued, "But it's because I love mama."
The woman's eyes were open. Makes the heart flinch. He pulled a smile.
"Your father's equal."
Intan back sobbing, slowly. His mother stood up and pulled Intan to sit on the lips of the mattress. "Yes, I'm going to go to papa."
"Don't dare go to your papa." Her mother spoke slowly again. His expression was completely flat, he was not even bothered to see his only child crying.
Intan nodded quickly, "yes, I won't dare. But, don't mistake me if my respect for you is gone."
"Tan," cut the mother sharply.
"Let's just say I'm going to him?"
"It's hard to talk to you, huh? Did you teach you to argue with your parents?"
Intan immediately wiped her tears. He got up to go with his father. When he was at the door he turned his head and looked at his silent mother.
"I wait," Intan said with a sad look. "I'm waiting for Mama to take me to Malang. With my mom, I can walk and run. No more wheelchairs."
Her mother was stunned to hear that hope. "Dragon yourself, mama if told Miss Ris therapy yes but, do not be reckless."
The door was then closed. Here her mother just stared blankly at the door.
A minute later the sound of a car engine starting to run was heard.
A minute later it was faint. Then lost.
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Enggar was silent looking at Meli who was staring at him with a twinkle of longing eyes. "Fright?"
Enggar silent did not answer, now in his heart was raging a question he needed to answer.
Meli or Intan?
Then he approached the edge of the bed. Closer to the body of Meli who is still not fully recovered.
"Fright, why did you just come? I've been watching you since this morning. Look, now I know a lot of shit!" Meli tried to pinch Enggar's arm but his fingers were still powerless to do so.
"Mails...."
"Why?" Meli raises one eyebrow and returns smiling because she is happy to see her own best friend. "Sit dong, kesel ndongak mulu."
Enggar according to, he sat in a round chair beside Meli's bed.
Then Meli chatted softly. And Enggar, with all his might, asked his heart.
"Enggar," call Meli sebal. "Diem! How's it?"
"What?" tanyanya did not understand.
"Ah, howling." Meli looked towards the window. Lazy looking at Enggar's face.
"On the events of that time. Sorry." which."
Somehow he thought he said this. Ah no, he thought of doing this a long time ago.
Enggar got up and hugged Meli's body on the bed. He whispered the words that he had been holding in his heart.
"Gue miss you."
Meli was silent for a while and then returned Enggar's embrace even though it was not tight. "Gue love you nag."
Enggar did not answer and instead tightened his embrace. "Gue off Intan."
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Brother Enggar:
β’ireland. It fits what you said.
β’igue take off lo, but that doesn't mean we stop tenen huh? If you meet me at school gausa sungkan for nyapa.
In fact, they will not meet again.
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