Short Stories Romance

DELUSIONS

Orange dusk etched beautifully over the Equatorial sky. Depending on the beautiful pampering of the eyes, the birds have returned to their nests because time will change, the sky will be blackened by the thick of the night.

I walked towards Haruka's house. Not far from home, only a few houses were blocked to reach his house. She is a beautiful woman of Indonesian-Japanese descent, her eyes narrow like her Papa.

We were in love for a long time, until I decided to marry her next month. Can't wait to get gray in the shade. Imagining herself wearing my custom wedding dress. Javan. Because we have agreed to use the custom.

All preparations have been carefully prepared. In fact, the rental of the building, wedding clothes, catering and others we have ordered. Until the time was closer to our wedding day.

.

Haruka asked me for permission to pick up her Papa at the airport. His father will come to Indonesia because our wedding day is just counting days. This afternoon I was still working, suddenly the phone that I put on the table vibrated, there was a notification of a short message.

“Haruka?”

I swiped the screen of the phone that was within my grasp and immediately read the message from it.

[Darling, I'll let you pick up Papa at the airport, okay?] message from Haruka.

[Loh ... You're getting pinned down again, honey. How are you going outside the house? Could anyway?] my reply.

From our custom, usually if you are going to get married in a few days there is a custom event called pingit, which means the bride is not allowed to meet with the groom, while minimizing access out of the house.

[Just a moment, honey. To the city is also the same Mother ‘kok!]

[Yes already, be careful, huh?]

We replied to the message because it was still in the customary event that required us not to meet a few days before the wedding day. I don't know what that means.

Until it is not felt, the office hours are over. I also prepared to go home, resting the body that began to feel empty because of a day working in the office. I immediately put on a suit hanging behind the work chair, then grabbed a bag containing a laptop and some office reports to copy at home. I grabbed the phone and the car keys that were chuckling on the desk.

Pt ... Pt ... Pace ....

I stepped out of the study room into the parking lot. It was almost empty because the office hours were over half an hour ago. The phone vibrated several times, all the messages from Mama who told me to go home quickly.

I rushed to drive the car at high speed, until finally the car was parked in the yard of the house.

Chequek!

The car door opened and I got out of the car. I saw my mother running towards me with a panicked face.

“Arsen, Haruka's mother --“ said cut off.

“Why his mother Haruka, Mam?”

“Haruka's mother died,” Mama said.

“What?”

“Haruka's car had an accident and her mother died, while Haruka was hospitalized,” Mama explained.

I immediately went to the hospital to see Haruka. In my heart, it's bodo time with our pingitan procession. I drove the car back to the hospital. While Haruka's mother's body is taken care of by our family because they have no brothers here.

Mama also shared that before the accident happened, Haruka replied to him. Haruka reports that her Papa has died there, and the sender of the message in the name of her Papa is her Uncle from Japan. He was the one who would represent to witness our wedding, but the flight was canceled that day, for whatever reason. From there, Haruka seemed shocked to hear that her father had died. Until he could not concentrate when carrying a car, then there was an accident. It was only the conclusion from Mama, we also did not know the truth, because the person in question was now lying unconscious in the hospital.

I went straight to the IGD room after asking the receptionist.

“Sial! The door is still tightly closed,” I complained.

Until finally, I decided to wait in the stenlis chair right beside the door of the IGD room, although many times also this body rose to see the state of Haruka from a small glass gap.

Waiting feels long. Moreover, waiting for news from a person who is lying weak unconscious.

Chequek!

The door to the IGD room opened. I approached him.

“What is the state of the patient, Doc?”

“Patients are still critical. He is not yet conscious,” explained the doctor.

“Can I meet him, Doc?”

“By, but later after the patient is moved to the outpatient room, yes?”

“Alright, thank you, Doc!”

The doctor smiled then left, disappearing from sight. While I was still waiting for Haruka to be transferred to the hospital room.

Not long after, Haruka's body was taken to the hospital room using a gurney. I followed.

The heart was troubled to think about how Haruka would be, when he heard that his mother had died.

***

Finally, on the second day Haruka had come to her senses from her coma. I was both delighted and moved by the blue to see that pair of cool neutrals now looking at me. Though his heart was as afraid as he asked about his mother. What do I have to answer?

“You're sober, Darling?” soft ask.

“Mother. How's Mom doing, Ars?” ask me.

Finally, what I was afraid of happened. He asked me about his mother.

Silent.

I'm bowed. Gather the courage to tell the truth.

“ARSEN!”

It seems like Haruka was upset that I took too long to answer her question.

“Ibumu ... Your mother has died, dear,” I replied limply.

“What?”

Those shady eyes were now drowned by the puddle of water that was about to drip. Sure enough, after a few seconds the clear water dripped on his white cheeks.

“Antar me to the navel of Mom, Ars!” her door.

“But you're still in doctor's care, darling!”

I'm trying to remind you.

“I don't care! Pliss, take me to Mom's navel. If you don't want to, I can walk by myself!” threaten her.

“Good, fine! Wait a minute, I will take care of your administration first,” said I who directly take care of his administration.

*

We both boarded the car, darting off to the common eater. I pushed the wheelchair that Haruka was riding in, to get to her mother's navel.

He dropped down in front of his mother's belly button and roared, weeping bitterly. Hearts slashed to hear Haruka's cry.

I finally decided to take her home. Haruka had now turned into a moody figure. Unlike before, her figure was so jolly in my eyes.

**

I came to his house. Seen, Haruka was sitting in the living room. Where it used to be, this living room that gives him comfort and warmth, because he can be spoiled with his Mama or Papa when it comes from Japan. Understandably, he's his only son.

“Honey, eat first, yuk!”

Haruka.

“Why? You'll be sick later, honey. I don't want you to get sick. Eat, yes?”

Haruka was still shaking.

Silent.

“Ars ...” call him softly mention my name.

I looked up to see his face starting to thin.

“Before Papa gets home. Normally, we spend time here.”

Jem!

I just fell silent. It was sad to hear that word from his lips. In fact, he himself told Mama that his father had died three days ago before he left for the airport.

“I want to eat if Papa is yawning,” continued Haruka.

I'm speechless. Without feeling it, tears fell on the cheeks.

Those moments are repeated. Haruka kept waiting for her Papa to come home until I got emotional and blew everything away.

“Har, your father is dead! You must rise from the fall! it's all just delusions!"

Haruka smiled, “Papa is not dead yet, Ars! He promised to come here. That's why I'm waiting for him.”

Ah, nevermind. Maybe someday he'll realize it.

.

The next day, I went to his house. Haruka was still sitting in the living room he seemed to be busy chatting with no one. I approached him, apparently there was no one near him. There was also a cheerful laugh from Haruka's lips that made me sad.

“Hai, Ars! Come join us. It's Papaku. In accordance with his promise, Papa came ‘kan?” he said it as if he was holding someone's hand.

I'm getting tormented seeing Haruka do this. The once beautiful face is well groomed, now getting thinner with sunken eyes that adorn his face. The laughter had returned, but it sounded to torment my inner self. How not? He laughed in his subconscious. He felt that his father was still alive.

Haruka was still cluttering with the wind. Because there's no Papa beside him. The laughter grew louder in the ears. I hid this from my mother. But, his condition is getting worse. I was afraid that she was going crazy, I quickly asked Mama to witness Haruka's attitude. Hopefully, he will help me to take Haruka to the hospital. Bodo time with a wedding that now lives a day. Because all I have in mind is healing for Haruka. My lover.

I ran to the house and forcefully groped Mama's arm. Even though Mama was cooking at the time, I didn't care. Mama just turned off the stove at that time and followed my wishes.

“Try Mama see! Haruka was laughing, but there was no Papa ‘kan, Ma? Try to help Arsen tell Haruka that his Papa is gone, Ma!” memgebu.

Mama looked at me with a stare. It seemed like a look of pity was emanating in the light of his twilight net.

“Ars, Baby. I'll let Haruka down, huh? Let him calm down by his side.” Mama shed tears and hugged me tightly.

.END.