SMILE BEHIND THE SORROW

STOPPED FOR A LONG TIME

The twilight of the morning that was so beautiful was stained back with a wound. A man lay unconscious. With blood coming out of the nostrils.

Surprised must be what women get as the handsome man's week-long wife. A blurred look with the body falling down.

His mouth was silenced with five fingers shaking. Really, a sad morning. A few hours ago he still saw his handsome man healthy and well.

Decay, collapse is already a smile that since the morning is embedded beautifully. Both eyes were tightly closed, both hands drooping beside Devano's head. The warm atmosphere has now turned gripping.

With a blurred look Vey tried to get up and reach for the handle of his home phone. One by one he pressed the number button. With trembling hands and eyes remained focused on her husband.

Vey, often times wrong pressing the number to be addressed. Misconnection or melbox repeatedly heard clearly in his ear.

Vey is frustrated and slams his innocent home phone. No more and no longer want to lose a second time.

"Akhh," cried Vey frustratedly. His body trembled violently at the pale husband.

Vey, bowed with both hands covering her right and left ears. Crying roared without being able to utter the word PLEASE.

Trauma of his past re-enters Vey's memory. Seeing DEVANO sprawled with blood coming out of the nostrils. He sees Fahmi experiencing the same thing.

The atmosphere around is quite crowded in the morning. The house chosen is not too quiet and far from the bustle of society. A second vegetable maker who was still selling in front of the fence Vey home was surprised.

There was a scream that shrieked the ears of the greengrocer. Confused that no one bought it. The greengrocer dismissed an unknown cyclist.

Worriedly the greengrocer stood right in front of the matic bike that was speeding a little.

"Stop, Mom! Stop for a minute!" the vegetable spontas stretched out both arms like it was about to fly.

"Wow, Sir!? Dear God, Eneng opo to sir? Danger, sir mandekno I'm rich ngene kui(Waduh, sir? Oh my God, what's up, sir? Danger, sir stop me like this)?" jolt the man who was stopped by the vegetable.

"Waduh, ngapuro Mase, ngapuro tenanan. Important iki mase, niki mau kulo krungu ana seng scream press home kui. Mase, let's get the cubo covered with (Waduh, sorry Mase, really sorry. Important this mase, I just heard there were screams in the house. Mase, let's go check it out together!"bring the vegetable maker who is still in front of the matic bike.

The man who was still complete with his bicycle equipment turned towards the simple house. Fear of something happening inside. The man finally took off his helmet.

"Corn, sir," said the sweet man.

"Sek, Mase for a second. My trade doesn't come in either, does it?" ask the vegetable.

"Sir, I stopped by to come in. Now even complicated as trading. Already, no one will take that same fish cob. Not a city but safe. Rest assured, Sir. Come, spiel!" pull the sweet guy.

The two of them immediately rushed in by saying an excuse. Wooden fence with name carving wide open. Sweet guy and vegetable guy running around. Wiggling around looking for the open door.

"Where's it going, niki sir?" the sweet man called his name Joni. Joni guards the compound next to Vey's alley.

"There, Mase!" show vegetables call it Mr. Udin.

Without babibu, Mr. Udin and Joni went straight through the back door that Vey had just passed. At the door, Mr. Udin and Joni saw a man lying helpless. While the woman was crying and did not stop screaming with both hands still covering her ears.

Mr. Udin and Joni looked at each other before then, coming in and helping each one. Pak Udin ran towards Vey while Joni ran to check on Devano's condition.

"Allah, ma'am ayu. Kenopo to mbak ayu? Come on, beat me, tangi. O god of wrestling, mesakne sampaan, mbak(Allah, ma'ak bea. Why to mbak beautiful? Come on, get up, get up. Oh, god, you kasian, ma'am)?" mr. Udin helped Vey stand up from his place.

his palms first held the skin of Devano's cheeks. Like holding a chunk of ice. Joni saw a flashback to Udin and Vey. After that, again check the condition of Devano.

Without asking again Joni took the phone that was in her service belt wallet. Once a squeeze Joni directly connected to his partner.

"Jal, hurry to the house on the corner. Silver brown color paint. Buru, another one together bring mbak Dina yah. Midwife near your house. orgent Jal cepet, Yo?" joni said on a telephone connection that was a second immediately disconnected without waiting for an answer.

"Sir Udin, here sir!" call Joni.

"Inggeh, Mase," replied Udin. "Bak, sek yo. Relax, ngggeh mbak ayu(Mbak, bentar ya mbak. Relax, yes mbak beautiful)," continued Mr. Udin.

Vey, it's been seen calm in Udin sir's favor. The middle-aged man who is still single. With throngs of Mr. Udin approached Joni.

"Pak kulo's head, Mr. Udin's feet. One, two, three," Joni gave a cue to be ready to lift Devano's body.

Pak Udin and Joni carried Devano's limp body on a bamboo chair near Vey's seat. Slowly the two men put Devano's body down. Vey immediately stood up and sat crouching in front of her husband's body.

"Mas, wake up, Mas? Don't make Vey worry?" pinta Vey asked her husband to open his eyes.

However, his man did not obey or follow his orders. Mr. Udin with the taste of old people. Soothes back Vey who keeps hitting her husband's cheek thin.

The cheeks that a few hours ago were covered by his first kiss. Joni ran out when her phone rang. Leaving Mr. Udin, Vey also Devano.

Outside, his friend also saw a woman in a clean white coat standing to the left right.

"Jal. neng kene(Jal, here)?" lambai Joni called his friend Jali.

Jali and midwife Dina immediately ran towards Joni. Not yet had time to ask Joni directly told the two to enter. Jali was stuck in front of the entrance.

"Jon, is that it?"

"Wes, miko wae, Jal. Iki. Ojo takon is being held captive (later, Jal. It's urgent. Don't ask me first)?" cut Joni.

"Piye arek iki's. Yours, Jon. Orgent to orgent, orgent to wae. Wes kliru said, medot talk pisan guduk medot promise. Hadeh, anjel(Where is this boy. It's up to you, Jon. It's wrong to talk even mutusin talk not medot promise. Daritadi your Orgent. Present, anjel), "Kli who was made dizzy and spoke was cut and hit his forehead hard.

"Kowe, yo wrongly talk Jalu?!"(You, did you miss Jalu?!) Plaque,"

Midwife Dina went straight to Devano and asked Vey as well Udin's oak to shift a little. Vey did not let go of his hand. Rubbing the back of that pale hand.

With a sense of hesitation Vey looked at the midwife Dina also looked back at the face of her husband who was still closing both eyes.

"Mas, wake?" I heard Vey's small voice very soft.

Woy, sorry reader well old bengetssssss.....😂😂🤣🤣

This inconsistent author is sedung selu😊. I hope you guys still want to read my story yah😊.

Doain in the future can be consistent sales also nulis,,, uh uh,,, even open shop😂😂😂😂