
“Emit me say,
blegug...!”
I did not obey his bluff, it is the same as looking for his own death.
My dad....!
Lacing floated up to my head on the side,
One hard blow that made me fall.
'Finally down here, I thought my death was when I was riding a motorbike from Jakarta last afternoon, it was here,'
I said with a laugh, I was lying on the side of the road, with a wound to my head.
I took everything I had my wallet, my watch, my cell phone, even the shoes I was wearing.
The streets were indeed very quiet at that time, it happened to be raining too and it was late at night.
Because it was a lonely night like this when they came out of hiding.
My eyes were still open when one of them wanted to undress me. It was then that I vaguely saw the light of the car pointing at us, I heard a thump in the air, and loud noises ran over, until I finally fell asleep, I can guess where I ended up.
Bandung.
08:15 .
The fragrant smell of paper flowers danced in my nose, not only that, the fragrance of rose flowers as well, I sniffed my nose, I could poultice the fragrance of flowers because in our house, I could smell the scent of flowers, Netta plants many colorful flowers.
Oh. Netta, that name is ravaging my heart.
I tried to open my eyes, the white feel of the ceiling, the smell of flowers getting clearer, and refreshing my nose, I blinked my eyes a few times.
Matakah’ me?
This paradise’ what hell?
Hell is hot on fire, this must be heaven.
Do people like me go to heaven?
It is impossible, I said with a faint laugh, in anticipation, between hell and heaven.
I haven't turned my head to the side, just staring up, it's weird I can't remember what happened that day, my legs are stiff feeling so cold.
“Bapak is awake?”
asked a geulis girl in a soft voice,
dressed in white and there was a white bandolan in wear, overhead.
Well, in heaven there are sisters too?
said smile again.
Father why asked even smile Eeeuh.!”
Suddenly a thick-moustached man dressed in a nongol police uniform in front of my face.
“Aiss busyet.. Mr Takur India,”.
with the attitude of pressing head back, his presence and the sign written on the chest, with the name Marjono made me realize that I am not between hell and heaven.
I just looked over the side of the hospital window at the open, and the sweet smell was from the window, the flowers peeking out from behind the window and the cold, not from the air conditioner, not from the air conditioning, but from the cold atmosphere of Bandung.
“Bapak in hospital in Bandung,”
said the thick-moustached police officer.
“Bandung?”
“Yes, don't you remember?
Last night I intercepted the delinquents at Senopati Bridge,
fortunately we patrolled up there, lucky father, when only – recently there was also a member of the army in the area,”
said mister, I mean, Police.
“Where is my phone?”
“Oh... No luck sir, when we fired our shot and we chased after him, the rascals just threw clocks, shoes, but not for your phone and wallet.
Even one of them desperately plunged into the river.”
“Can I borrow your phone?
“Bby, can. Mango...!”
I stared at her phone, not because I forgot her number, but because I didn't have the money to pay for the hospital fees,
call Eva's sister?
I was angry with him yesterday. Calling Mami, for now I won't.
Papi's the only one, but to call himself was hard.
“Come sok...phone only?
there are still many pulsasanya.”
“Father may not, father who called him?
just tell me, I was in the hospital telling you what happened,
I'm asking for help, pak”
“Good.”
The mustachioed police officer called the nurse who had the face of ayu earlier.
“You who called him, you have been used to tell the family of people –people who were in an accident, if I called him , later I thought a deceiver, calculated mode.
Eh..but your motor is in the office, just take it from there.”
“Pak, I ask for help again , the motor just use it first sir, later I take it if I have arrived in Jakarta, otherwise, I leave it at the police station first sir, if you do not want to use.”
“Wah motor Ninja style young man, of course I want, look cool if you use, but you have to sign a letter if the motor you put on me, you put it on me, ntar thought my boss was wearing evidence.”
“Good sir, just give me the letter, I'll sign it, which is important my family don't know,
it's a shame I got in trouble on the street because I ran out of gas, it was a shameful second,”
I said scratching my head.
“Yes too, because such a luxury motorbike is a reminder sign of gasoline runs out, there is also a notification sign, it will die at which point.”
“I ignored him, sir.”
“Again break up girlfriend, yes?”
The mustache cop guessed.
“Died girlfriend still mending sir, this left wife at another time alas.”
“Haa?
Poor thing! So vent it to be.”
He laughed as he stood up and left, thinking I was joking.
“Already sir, I have informed his family, I have explained everything,”
nurse said.
Leaving me alone in the hospital room.
In one room it happened to be my own occupant, the pain in my head and in my legs was nothing, compared to the pain in my heart.
Netta again what?
The feeling came again, a desolate feeling that was sipping my chest cavity.
Can I be okay without him?
I don't know, let time be answered, I'm just looking for a lot of activities to escape my mind.
Right now I'm waiting for Papi to come take me back to Jakarta.
Didn't want to tell them that if the delinquent man didn't carry my phone and wallet, I could solve this problem without having to tell them. Because in addition to the distance from Jakarta to Bandung quite far, I was not on good terms with my family.
If the family should be the main place to complain when we have a disaster, but this time the atmosphere is different from the usual, because the result of the family I have this problem.
Now I'm waiting for Papi to take me away.
I wish only Papi would come, I don't want Mami to be seen and Eva's sister in this state, I'm most unloving to be pitied, and I don't want to be considered weak.
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