SECOND LOVE

CHAPTERS 148

Sunlight is still stinging, although the watch on Nilam's hand has pointed to the number 14.15. He felt a glare as his eyes rubbed with the reflection of light on the vaping street, in front of the hospital lobby. Patchouli had to squint and raise his hand to dispel the sunlight that without permission disturbed his corneas. He waited for a long time for Satria, who had already stepped into the parking lot, to take his iron horse.

"Mr!" Finally Satria's voice sounded, after about ten minutes.

Nilam is approaching soon. While wearing the helmet he brought from the top floor where Baskara was treated.

"It's a terrible parking lot here," grumbled Satria as Nilam was already riding behind his back.

"Why indeed?"

"The parking lot is already there, even there are lines. The goal is to let all neatly arranged, so that it is easy to get in and out of visitors' vehicles, but there are still people who park carelessly. Where the parking attendant doesn't see, anymore." By holding back the upset of the story telling.

"Yes probably because of the patient's clock, so many visitors so the parking lot is full. But there's no parking guard?"

"Nothing, Mba. I was alone just moved in people's motors, where locked handlebar again. It felt like I wanted to kick the bike just now" Satria told me with emotion.

Nilam chuckled small, listening to the complaints of the prospective sister-in-law. While patting Satria's shoulder, Nilam said, "patience. Consider it again weight training, right. Maybe the parking attendant knows you're lazy to exercise, so he was told to exercise first."

Satria only responded to Nilam's joke with a wry smile.

The first ten minutes of travel, they spent with small talk. Then the next minutes both of them were just silent, dissolving with their respective minds. Until the motorbike driven by Satria entered the village where the two lived.

"Here, Mba, it happened. Mas Bas hit this tree, see the former is still visible. Thankfully there were some residents who happened to pass by, so immediately got help," Satria explained, slowing down the speed of his motorbike, as he passed the scene where the Bus had an accident.

Nilam patted the shoulder of his sister-in-law, asking Satria to stop.

The girl came down, watching around, touching a large mahogany tree whose bark was peeled off from the impact with a Baskara motorbike. The small trees around him were some broken twigs, and even fell, because maybe after hitting the mahogany tree, the motor Bas did not immediately fall, but instead drove into another.

There were some broken glass also visible there. Nilam could only take a heavy breath while closing his eyes.

"Yes that's it, Mba. Mother said she had not come home from yesterday. On the phone, he said he was still at his house. Tell him to go home, say it again, ntar again, but until the besokannya not go home. There are those who run to the house, he said finding Mas Bas an accident, nyungsep here," Satria explained without being asked.

"Why is he drinking that bad sampe anyway? Don't you think, how do the people around you feel? Selfish is that Masmu, Sat. He just thought of his own pleasure, no matter how worried the people of the house were with him. This is how it is, who doesn't bother? Can that alcohol help her now? Naw, right? Is there anything he had a drink with yesterday, that he loved old, help him now? Nothing, right? What ends? Busy family, sad family," Nilam's scolding was full of annoyance.

"Thankful that can still be helped, many cases of drunk people carrying a motorbike are fatal? What did he not think? Don't think if there's anything about him, what kind of person he left behind?"

"But can't blame him completely either, Mba. Sorry, maybe this is a bit rough, but in reality Mba is the one who has a big hand in this. What happened is the same Mas Bas today, you could say this is all because of Mba!"

"Kok me? Did I ask him to drink to get drunk? Did I tell him to wander until dawn? Don't you?"

"But because he can't stop thinking about Mba Nilam, it makes him frustrated! Mba realized anyway, the influence of Mba in my brother's life is very big? He can be a great man or be the most broken man, it is in the hands of Mba Nilam. As stupid as it was Mas Bas put Mba as the center of his life," Satria's reflection made Nilam unable to say a word anymore.

"Well you know? Every day Mas Bas goes to your new home, stumbling there for hours like a fool. He rarely even eats. Especially when his efforts to convince Mba Nilam failed, he increasingly lost his way. Start to his old habits, drink liquor. Just like before, every problem must be running to alcohol."

"Why is he that weak, anyway? Why hang everything on someone else's shoulders? Why make others the center of your life?"

"Because she loves it the same Mba! And he feels like he failed to give his best for the person he loves. On the other hand, he also cannot blame mother, because after all Mas Bas also loves mother." Satria explained what she had been observing.

Satria knew very well the dilemma felt by her brother. But he also could not blame Nilam for his decision. In this case, it is indeed the mother and sister who should improve themselves.

"Pity of the Bas, mba. He had just had hope, had just laid out his messy life. It's not fair ...."

"Then what about me, Sat? You knew? It's also heavy for me. Your brother means a lot to me, too. But to continue with all these circumstances, it feels like I can't." said Nilam cut off Satria's speech.

He was also hurt in this situation. He was also devastated by his own decision. But not once did he blame the circumstances, destroying himself out of frustration. Enough of his heart was broken, not with his physique.

Nilam did not want to make others worry, especially his family. So he took his own pain. At least Amanda knows what kind of day she went through.