OUR HUSBAND IS TOGETHER

DANCES

Later that night, I grabbed onto Pricilia's body tightly. My sweet child has just finished his work walking around the middle room. The night air began to puncture to the bone, I better put Pricil to sleep than he had to feel his name catch a cold.

It looks like it will be raining soon. Very clear from the wind that is much firmer than ordinary night. Thick blanket I pulled up to the neck, occasionally my hands gently rubbed the head of Prcilia.

Tok to tok.

Hey, there's a knock on the door, huh?

“Shortly,” I screamed from inside the room. Walk back and forth to the front door, to see who's been meeting these nights.

Chequek.

“Eh sir RW. What's wrong sir?” I was half shocked because it turned out that came a man wearing a maroon shirt. It looks like he himself, only looks at the bike in front of the page.

“Bapak just want to leave this,” he handed a white paper and then passed away to nowhere after saying goodbye to these citizens.

I closed the door again, hopefully no more guests will come to disturb the break.

“This is what?” I murmured in my heart as I opened the white sheet slowly.

Spontaneous I felt the atmosphere gripping, even my fingers suddenly trembled incoherently.

From : Demian

To : Chevani, my lady.

Yep. This is no ordinary paper. I just realized that this white sheet is a letter Demian addressed to me. Curiosity instantly rose beyond measure. I quickly opened the letter and read it slowly.

From : Demian

To : Chevani, my lady

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Sorry

I had to leave this letter to someone else

Not much I want to talk

Just a poignant expression and a word of congratulations for your marriage

Maybe it is true, people say

A woman cannot live without treasure

And I have found that in you

Be happy with the one who has everything

You don't want to live with me this poor one, do you?

I'm grateful for the past seven days

My life is much happier with your presence, my woman

I pamper

You don't need to know where I'm going

Maybe after that, I will no longer appear before you and your new husband

Tell Pricilia that I love her as much as my own son

May you be happy with him

O my happiness

-

Tests

For some reason the earth suddenly seemed to stop from its rotation. I took a deep breath, trying to get the rest of the oxygen in this room. Crystal threads began to condense in the eye bags. Whatdoes thatmean? Demian is leaving?

Paralyzed. Only that word can describe my current condition. My knees were limp as if they had no bones. Spontaneously I sat on the floor, thinking about where the man was now.

Whatisthis? Why does my heart feel the same pain? My chest is like being stabbed to pieces unkempt by a sharp razor. My mind sailed on Demian. Why do I feel so unselfish about his disappearance?

What if he faints in the middle of the road?

What if he killed himself because of me?

Ah, everything went wrong.

My mind is very unsettled.

“Im sorry mom. We have to find Demian yes son,” break me in the end.

I don't know what impulse made me do all this. What's the importance of Demian in my life? But I felt as if I had lived with him for years, until the news of his departure left a separate wound in the heart.

“Left yes Sir,” I said to the driver after this four-wheeled vehicle passed right in front of the hospital.

My footsteps accelerated to see Demian's room on the third floor there. No matter there are some people whose bodies are polar to interject, the important thing is that I can immediately confirm its existence.

Chequek.

Taps.

Blank.

Oh my God.

I'm late. Demian was no longer in his room. My head suddenly hurt. Where the hell is he? I swear, at first I just thought that it was just a hoax or an ordinary threat. Apparently not, the man had actually left.

“Sus. Patient on behalf of Demian room 23 C has he gone home?” shoot me directly at a woman dressed in all white standing at the administration desk.

Luckily I still have some energy left that I can use to immediately return from the top to the first floor.

“For a while ya mba,” reply the sister then stare at a white screen in front of her. “Patients on behalf of Demian whose people are high white right?”

“Iya. Where is he?”

“He's been out since two hours ago. At first we had banned him, but he had a sudden need he said,”

“What? Out out? Where to?”

“For that, sorry we don't know mba,” his sweet smile I reply with a sour face. I was confused, panicked and worried.

Should I look for it again?

...***...

Thirty minutes have passed. After some deliberation, I finally decided to go back to looking for Demian. Lucky brother ojek still want me to walk around Batam City these nights. Let's pay a little expensive, as long as that one man can be found soon.

I gawked, staring at every human face I met on the street. Rabb, just this once. Meet me with Demian. I don't know, I'm really worried right now.

Netraku continued to scan one by one their faces. Then somehow, all of a sudden, my gaze was on a man with a bag on his shoulder who was cornered alone on the veranda of the shophouse.

“Mas mas, stop!” my word then went straight down from the motorbike after giving some ten thousand bills to the driver.

I ran towards the man who was hugging his knees up ahead. I looked closely, the frame of his face, his skin. Fix it! All the same as that man's.

“Demian!” my lagoon sounded so loud that it made several human heads turn towards me, including the man.

Oh my God. Is correct. I'm not wrong this time. It was really Demian.

“Chevani?” his eyes bought perfectly, barely slipping from the spot.

I looked at that face. The face that yesterday still accompanies the morning until my afternoon. Pallid, as if he had no spirit of life.

“Where are you going?” I asked as I scanned the Lord's sculpture. His lips were gray, the thick liquid from his nose was always walking in and out.

“What do you care?”

“Why are you talking like that?”

Srek srek.

Suddenly Demian roused up the body and stepped away without saying goodbye. I choked, where is the sweet attitude he just showed me yesterday?

“Hei wait!”

“What else?” The man looked. I felt so sorry to see his body drooping. The road was staggering, how to continue?

“Do not go!”

...***...

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