My Love is Wrong

Papa Brother.....

The day was getting dark, because it was cloudy so the sky looked darker. I rode my bike a little slowly, because the road was slippery and there was a big cardboard box behind me.

The street lights are starting to light up. A cold wind calmed my mind. I enjoyed this beautiful view.

My position is close to the office. Until the office, I saw Rahma was in order to get ready to go home. Rahma who saw me coming immediately picked me up.

"Pa... Thank goodness Papa finally arrived. Adek was worried Pa. It's been raining down here so much Pa." Rahma.

"Yes Dek, Papa took shelter first. So Papa's back is almost malem." Yeah." I smile.

As I was about to take down the cardboard containing the customer's order, I suddenly felt my chest hurt. I held my chest and sat down.

"Why Pa...Pa...Papa's..."

I just held my chest and endured the intense pain. I am incapable of words.

"Pa.... Papa's....Papa why?" Rahma asked who was starting to look panicked.

I just shook my head and tried to regulate my breathing which felt increasingly tight.

"Pa... We're going to the hospital, Pa...."

I just nodded and smiled, rubbing my son's cheek to calm him down. But Rahma looked very panicked.

Rahma immediately shouted for help... And I saw the father who had the office I rented out.

"Why is this kid ? Why paper?"

Rahma crying.

" Sir, please call Pak a taxi. I'll take Papa to the hospital. Papa suddenly has a chest pain." Rahma.

" Oh yeah, kid... Wait, I'll call you a taxi first.."

I was still conscious but I couldn't say anything, I felt so weak. My chest still hurts.

I saw Rahma crying. I slept in Rahma's lap. I was sad to see my son crying so much. I looked at my son with a soft look. I smile. I want to wipe her tears but my hands are not able to move.

I resigned and finally I was unconscious.

PEPIN

Sabila and I are preparing dinner. I cook my husband's favorite rendang. From this afternoon, I had no idea why I was feeling uneasy, I was thinking about my husband.

" lady... Papa will have his dinner very good, ma'am. It's Papa's favorite dish." Sabila said while arranging the dining table.

"Yes Brother... That must be Brother. Papa kan really doyan ma rendang made by mother." I said

"Yeah Ma'am... Mother's rendang is really good. I like it too, Mom."

I smile. I imagine my husband will eat a lot and the children will also enjoy dinner later.

Suddenly my phone rang.

"Yusuf, please get my mother's phone. It's probably a call from your father." I said.

"Yes Ma'am." Joseph got up from his seat. Joseph was watching TV while working on his PR.

"It's Ma...This is a call from Rahma Ma's sister." Yusuf.

"Oh yes, my son..." I took my phone after I washed my hands.

"Dec... What's the matter, Deck, haven't you been home yet?" My toot.

But I heard no reply from Rahma, and I heard Rahma weeping.

"Dec, what's wrong with you? Deck?" My toot.

Sabila looked at me, then said.

"Mom... Here let me talk." Sabila.

I sat down lemes. Sabila got me some water.

" Mom.. drink first..." I'm nodding.

" Dek, this is brother. What's up, Dek? How you cry. " Tanya Sabila.

" Papa Brother... Papa's... Hu hu hu..." Rahma crying.

"Why Deck? Deck?"

Rahma was crying hard. I heard her crying because Sabila turned on her speakerphone.

My feelings are getting worse. "What's wrong with my husband? My God, protect my husband." I pray in my heart.