Short Stories Romance

MY FRIST LOVE (God Brought You Back)

That morning I was going to give her a purple veil, her favorite color. I've wrapped it neatly and put it in a backpack. I went to school with a happy heart because today is the third anniversary for us.

Three years ago we were dating. Living the school period with a variety of beautiful memories engraved with Liora.

“That's it!”

I saw Liora waiting at the school park bench. At that time it was just a matter of distributing the report card. No doubt, all students and students have been free from learning activities.

“Hai, Li?” my sap at that time.

Liora threw a smile without a word. I sat next to him with a happy feeling.

“Sorry, Nav. Our relationship got here. After the distribution of the report card I had to join Papa to Batam, because Papa's business was moved there,” he explained without seeing me.

My eyes were round, shocked to hear the request from Liora back then.

“We can still LDR, Li! Why break up? I don't want to!” my dispute.

“Sorry, Nav I can't. I don't believe in long distance relationships. As we match, maybe we will be reunited again,” replied Liora with clear water that pooled from both corners of her beautiful eyes.

Silent.

My heart was broken when Liora said break up on the third anniversary of our relationship.

“Yes already, if it is your decision, what can I do?”

The tears finally spilled from her pair of beautiful neutrals that drenched Liora's cheeks. I rubbed the tears gently with these two thumbs.

“Don't cry, isn't this your will?” my words are trying hard even though the heart hurts like being sliced sembilu.

“Li, I have prepared a gift for you as our anniversary gift. You accept, huh? Maybe tomorrow we will walk each other. May you always be happy,”

Liora simply nodded faintly with her eyes moist.

***

I let out a rough sigh as I remembered my first love, Liora Clarissa. The name of the girl who made my heart shake. She was the first woman to successfully fill the deep recesses of the heart, six years ago.

“Good day, Doc?”

A woman in a white uniform greeted me in the room.

“Siang!” my answer is a little surprised.

“Patients are just starting to go berserk again, Doc. We were about to inject him but it was hard because the patient kept going hysterically. Said he wanted to meet his daughter,” explained one of the nurses at this mental hospital.

“OK! I'll be there soon!”

I went straight to the patient room.

My profession is now as a mental doctor in a hospital in Batam. At the age of twenty-six, I devoted all of my body and soul to this mental hospital that was established two years ago. My experience with patients like this is good.

The patient on behalf of Ms. Leoni is new to this hospital. She's been delivered by her housemaid since this morning. As a result, patients still very often rampage here. But something was different when he saw my face. The rage calmed down. I don't know because of what? Maybe it's because of my experience two years ago dealing with people who were stressed from depression.

“Sorry yes, Doc. Miss Leoni still goes berserk. I was told by her daughter to bring the mistress here,” said a middle-aged woman.

I smile.

Household assistant Bu Leoni finally told me about the psychiatric condition of her employer until like this. Initially due to depression her husband died in an accident that took his life at that time. From there, Ms. Leoni started to get depressed and stressed. Find her domestic assistant.

“Where is his daughter? Very often Bu Leoni asked to meet with his daughter,” my question.

“Nona Cla is continuing her masters abroad, Doc. He said one more month is done and will be back here,” explained his domestic assistant.

***

As time passes. Miss Leoni is getting better. His emotions are far under control, especially to me. He began to know people who often communicated with him. Like me, his housekeeper and a couple of nuns handle it.

“Bu, today Mother's daughter will come from abroad. Is Mom happy?” I asked him to communicate with him during the day.

“Cla? She's going home?” his tan with rounded netra also glazed.

I nodded and smiled.

“Doctor Naveen no longer lies to Mom, right?” ask him who asks for certainty.

“No, I am not lying.”

Honestly speaking. I felt the love from him. Moreover, I had lived a single day a few years ago. With the presence of Bu Leoni, as if to restore the affection of the deceased Mother.

We talked at length. Coincidentally, today I was off duty. However, I have always been diligent in meeting Miss Leoni to communicate. I think his consciousness is almost back, he's almost healed medically.

“Mama?” call a woman from the door.

“Cla?”

A clear grain of light from a pair of twilight neutrals when looking at the woman standing in front of the room door.

I saw the longing of that pair of twilight eyes. Just like I miss someone. The first love that was lost.

The purple hijab woman ran and hugged the body of the twilight woman in front of me, without me even seeing her face still covered in a mask.

Really am. I was so excited to see them embrace warmly. This self was also happy, when the awareness of Bu Leoni improved, his daughter came to accompany his twilight.

“Oh, yes, Son. Recognize, this is Doctor Naveen who takes care of Mama here,”, said Bu Leoni to her daughter after their embrace was released and replaced by a longing gaze.

The girl opened her mask and smiled sweetly at me. My eyes suddenly felt disbelief in what I was seeing.

“Liora?”

I don't know what I'm feeling right now. Happy, haru, sad, miss everything to be one in the chest.

“Nav, how are you?” liora asked with a smile as sweet as before.

“Ba-well, Li,” I replied.

“Loh ... You guys already know each other?” ask Miss Leoni.

Liora nodded, as did I.

We talked at length. There was fear in this heart, fearing that Liora would have been married. Can I lose him for the second time?

“Li, you look beautiful with that purple hijab,” said I who started the conversation.

Liora smiled, “You're still like you used to be huh, Vin?” liora.

“Means?” I asked while frowning.

“Always good to others. I know from Bi Mumun the housekeeper at Mama's house. You patiently face Mama,” said Liora.

“It has become my duty as a doctor, Li,” I replied with a smile, flattered.

“Nav?”

Liora clasped my wrist that was blocked by the navy-colored shirt.

Really, this chest was pounding as Liora's hand touched my wrist even though it was blocked by the shirt. Sweat was running, as groggy as Liora stared at this pair of brown eyes.

“Enough one time we parted. I want to repeat the good times in the beauty of household. I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” Liora said with a warm gaze.

Really, I didn't expect Liora to talk like that. Actually, I want to say the same thing with him.

Silent.

“Where, Nav? How not to answer?” ask Liora.

“If you want it like that. I can not do anything, from SMA you are a laborer,”, I said while winking one eye.

“Ish! You are the same, still love my flirt!” liora's hand hit my arm slowly.

“Ouch! Sick tau, Li,” I said pretend.

“Sorry, sorry. You are slipping! Where does it hurt? This one?” Liora rubbed my arm.

I'm shaking.

“Then?”

“This one.” My hand guided Liora's fingers to point to her chest. “This hurts a lot more, when you stay with me again,” my whisper in the ear covered in purple hijab.

Liora smiled.

Thank God you brought back my first love.