Rangga's Beloved Wife

I Love..

Camila sat for a moment in the corridor of the puskesmas. Removing fatigue after a day of taking care of patients who have eye disorders. His gaze shifted the sky that changed twilight, feet moving on the hallway pole in the direction of the outside road.

Mila stood in front of the gate of the puskesmas which still had people passing by. Still looking at the twilight sky that was spraying a golden yellow light. And enjoy the activities of complex citizens with a million lives. Putting his hands in his white coat, the residents passed by greeting him.

"Mother doctor" said the middle-aged woman.

"Eh, Miss Farida. Where you going?" answer Mila.

"To the mosque, Mom. It's already wanted Magrib. Doctor if not busy praying to the mosque. It's not nice women standing at the door. Far away from you."

Mila laughed at Ms. Farida's words.

"Mom, my soul mate is the same God, plus my heaven-defying equal" replied Mila.

"Oh, I'm sorry, ma'am, I forgot that dr. dowager ma'am. Excuse me to the mosque first."

"Please, Mom."

Mila went back into the puskesmas. It doesn't feel ethical if it's still outside ahead of magrib. Footsteps into his study. Some stuff he's done because it's time to go home.

Just a step he set foot out the door of the puskesmas. His shirt felt a vibration. Mila smiled when she found out who called her. His hands were quick to squeeze to receive the call.

"Yes, Race. There's..."

"Bude, come here, yeah. Her mother was hot, kept on clicking. Bagas is afraid of mother why-why."

"When is your bundle like that?"

"No idea, bude. After the meeting, the mother brought her home already kayak gini. Bude quickly came, yeah." There was a sound of Bagas crying across the street.

"Yes, Bagas wait bude, yes. Don't go anywhere, Bagas accompany mother first."

Mila immediately left the puskesmas courtyard. Of course he would have sped into the Laras residence. A woman who is like her own sister. If Laras is sick what about Bagas, that's the first thing on his mind

The speeding car broke the silence of the night. Yes, Bagas just contacted after passing the magrib time. Fortunately, Mila was already praying, so was not afraid to do something without leaving obligations. Mila continued her journey towards Tanah Abang.

Some time the car stopped in front of the rented alley Laras. Without further ado Mila went straight into the contract Baras examined the woman.

"Mas .... Mum ..."Favour.

Mila turned towards Sasti who was still near Laras. Ask for an explanation from the 24-year-old woman.

"So, I got a call from a guy who looked like her husband" Sasti explained.

"Is that how I made him drop?" suhut Mila was still unsure of Sasti's explanation.

Sasti scrunched his forehead. For what reason does he have. It was clear after hearing her husband's voice Laras instantly dropped.

"Mother why bude?" tanya Bagas still as much as you like.

"Mother Bagas seems to have asthma. Keep blood low. So you have to be hospitalized." explains Mila.

"Love Bagas' blood, Bude. Let me get well soon." Bagas thrust his hand.

"Bagas was a child. Let bude heal mom."

The boy immediately hugged Mila's waist. The fear will befall the greater Mother. Mila called an ambulance from the puskesmas where she worked.

The ambulance arrived shortly. The sirens sounded loud, and the medics descended the gurney from the ambulance.

The body of the barrel is given several breathing apparatus. Mila took Bagas to her car.

For a moment Sasti felt no response from Bagas. It turns out the boy was asleep. Sasti moved Bagas' head up on his thigh. There is a stroke of pity when you see a child as small as it has to live a strange life. Sasti's hand stroked Bagas' hair slowly. Making the little figure more comfortable in his sleep. Mila came to Sasti to ask the woman to come home. But Sasti refused because he was worried about Bagas and Laras.

The atmosphere that night was quiet. For a while Bagas will take him to his house. But before that Mila looked at the state of Laras first.

Mila pulled out a chair to sit near Laras. Heavy breathing sounds in the mouth.

"Ras, how much do you love him, until you drop like this. If you love her, why did you leave her. Why did you leave him when he needed you. Are you afraid that when he wakes up he's not perfect anymore? or maybe it's true said Auntie Raya you chose another man over your husband.

Then please help me, Ras.

Let go of Rangga, he deserves to be happy with a woman who loves him more.

I've known for a long time that you are Rangga's wife. I've known that for a long time.

Please, Ras. Release Rangga.

Show her to me, I love her, love her so much."

Mila spoke to Laras who was still unconscious. He knows his feelings are wrong, loving a man who hasn't been talked to by his wife. But seeing what he saw the Rangga version and the Laras version, he agreed more with the Rangga version. In his eyes Laras used his personal problems to attract the sympathy of others.

He had long since found out about Rangga's wife. Just to make sure that one day the woman will not take Rangga from him. When she found out the woman was Laras, there was a dilemma of her double. Where the woman he helped all this time was Rangga's legal wife.

But Mila was sure that one day Laras would succumb because the Bagas' mother had a debt of gratitude to Mila. Mila feels herself has raised the degree of Laras, and it is time for Laras to repay her services by releasing Rangga.

Mila left Laras alone in the ward. He remembered Bagas who had to be entrusted to the relatives of Laras. Again he thought about how to put Bagas in his house. So that Laras increasingly feel indebted to him. His smile was broadening considering that. The eyes looked at the two from afar.

Mila brought Bagas to her house. Assisted by his household assistant, to carry Bagas in place in the room of his late son. But she was surprised that her mother was there.

"Why didn't you tell me you wanted to come here?" Mila greeted the mother who had just come out of Chelsea's room.

"Whose son is that?" tanya Resi looked at the figure of the little boy in her grandson's room.

"Friends of friends, ma. Her mother's in the care so I'm the one who's looking after Bagas."

"He looks like someone, Mila. Mama, look at her familiar face." Resi felt familiar with Bagas' face.

She looks like Rangga, her inner ma.

" Mila," Resi closed the door to the grandchildren's room and asked her daughter to speak with four eyes.

"What's up, ma?"

"Mama wants to ask, do you have any special feelings for Rangga?"

"Yes, ma. I love her." replied Mila timidly.

"Did Rangga love you?"

Mila raised her head, she wished for a welcome from Rangga. Maybe not yet, but he is sure one day Rangga can open his heart to him.

"Why shut up, you know why you talk like this. Because you are an educated woman. His life suits your style but don't ruin it with selfishness.

As long as Rangga and you are not too far away. Think of the positive and negative impacts if you maintain Rangga. Positively you can be a person who supports Rangga, negatively you will be stamped actor."

"Egglers?" Mila laughed a little at her mother's words.

"Yes, Rangga's status is still the husband of people, Mila. You have to realize that, you are a girl. The woman must maintain her dignity and dignity. Rangga is a man, he wants to be with you because he does not feel responsible. The proof after five years you have not been given clarity with him. Conscious, Mila." said Resi to her daughter.

"Mama, I love her." - She said.