Red Box

Bullet 5: Red Heels

The chaotic situation finally reached the top. Fira who could not stand it, stood up leaving behind the remaining food. Instantly, I remembered all the recent events. Where a harsh reality forced me to follow a much deeper path. In essence, I'm not that stupid as to not realize my family's intention of asking to go home.

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Before this, I also had time to go home on the sidelines of work routines. Bad news came to my ears that required me to return home.

After a long time, she fell ill and had to be treated for several days. As usual, they initially dodged and said, “nothing.” But the problem then got more complicated when he slipped and said, “ini will probably be my last request.”

Instantly I glared, grabbed his hand and reprimanded, “don't say like that!”

Mama was silent for a moment, staring at papa. The eye contact that happened back then ended awkwardly. Papa looked away with a sad face, and mama opened the discussion with teary eyes.

“My life probably won't be long!” said mama.

Instantly, I turned my head towards papa, finally understanding the intent of the eye contact that had previously occurred. But there, I was still trying not to believe it.

“No need to talk no-no!” reprove again.

Unexpectedly, mama took the results of the examination and unfurled them, right in front of my face.

“Look carefully!” yells.

I grabbed it with trembling hands, examining each document carefully.

Instantly, I turned towards papa, feeling very struck. It didn't take much time for me to realize; his condition was already alarming. X-ray results, thorough examination, until the final diagnosis showed; he had early-stage cancer.

“How can it?” I asked, as I shed tears, “Isn't it all over?” my continue.

I feel sad to see Papa just shut up. In my heart, I lamented the fate of my poor mother. Even after sacrificing her perfection as a woman, the same disease again infected her.

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A few years ago, Mama had surgery to remove the uterus, due to malignant cancer. Her dream of having offspring again, had to be completely buried after two miscarriages. Not even a womb, now another part of femininity may be snatched again.

“Fortunately, all of it was diagnosed quickly, so that the appointment operation can be done immediately,” he said, “now, you know, if mama really is sick? Please don't let your mother die in this situation. Haven't seen you married!” coined.

All I could do was cry, feel completely helpless. Other than not being able to make her recover, I also lack the confidence to grant that request.

“Focus used to be the same treatment, just think of another!” myrag.

“Mama wants to have a grandson, Lang!”

Holding my hand, he pleaded with a trembling voice and tears.

“That's important now, mommy is healthy first!” I said, “free have a grandson if you can not carry and take a walk,” continued, reasoned.

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I think that statement they take as a form of consent, so do again this kind of event.

As soon as I realized, I immediately pulled the girl's hand.

“Release!” yells.

Fira rebelled, still trying to leave the room. My head that is not clear is still weighing.

Time is the Creator's secret. Humans can plan, but fate determines everything. For some reason, I feel like I will truly regret it if I miss this opportunity forever.

“I'll take you home!” I cried, keeping his hands.

“No need!”

Fira immediately shook my hand and walked faster. I immediately followed from behind with mixed feelings.

He didn't say a word, and I just followed without opening the conversation. In that cold war, suddenly the girl slipped, right in front of the stairs. Fortunately, I managed to catch it before it fell. Just a split second too late, something really bad was bound to happen.

I took a breath, feeling very relieved. Fira kept looking at me until it made me feel awkward. Instantly, I let go, but he almost fell down again which made the same thing happen again.

“Can you stand?” my many.

Fira tried to do so, but she was only able to groan. Finally, I took her back to the dining table and helped her take off her shoes.

“Where is sick?” my many.

Fira just silently looked at me, pointing at her left leg.

Carefully, I began to check, shaking my head. Sure enough, a red bruise was visible on his white and smooth left leg.

“It looks sprained,” murmured me, trying to check more thoroughly.

However, Fira hit me on the head when I just touched a little.

“Ish, sick!” shouts, “you want to kill me, yes?” continued.

Instantly I glared, raising my hand to call the waiter. At first, I was planning to ask about P3K. But since Fira keeps babbling, it doesn't end up.

Instead, I asked the price of the food that had been ordered, but again all of it was paid in full.

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“Hey!” call Fira.

“If I want to kill you, why did I help?” sahutku.

Fira just muffled, not answering. It made me ask again, “wasn't it your own fault, just suddenly left?”

“Finally you said it like that!”

Fira is still ngeyel.

“How to do?” my many.

“Kayak boy not loyal!” the accusation.

“Setia it's not talk, but action!” my answer.

I immediately squatted down, ready to carry her. But the girl ignored me.

 “I can walk alone!” he cried, trying to stand up limping.

I just smiled, not out of my position. Still while squatting, I asked casually, “know the case of overpass a few years ago, no?”

I looked back, again seeing him trying to stand up.

Because it was still focused, I continued the story, “ his head hit, then rolled about the stairs, until it finally broke when it hit the seventh ladder. The height may not be this high, but the stairs are still many.”

I looked again.

Fira who was staring at the stairs gulped. For a moment his body was puffed. Looks like my plan worked.

“Ngapain nakut-nakutin, anyway?!” his nag.

“I'm a cop, remember?” answer me, “I just talk facts, kok!” I continued, gesturing for him to go up to my back.

Fira nodded, still refusing.

“Which there is more fall!” Fira.

Not out of sense, I said, "as a matter of fact, your chances of survival are higher. Even if you die, you won't die alone!"

I patted my shoulders again, maintaining a squatting position.

In the end, the girl was behind me. Both of his hands were wrapped around his neck, and his body was already resting on his back.

But before actually agreeing, he said, "i'll kill you if you mess around!"

While carrying his shoes, I replied, "no!" then stand up and start walking down the stairs.

Suddenly, Fira patted my head. He seems upset, but I don't understand why. While the servants only gave farewell greetings, because all orders had been paid.