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Kirana's face was stiff with both of her hands trembling and interlocked in her chest. His bright brown eyes were now rounded with tears glaring at his father's panic and Dave's unconscious condition with blood continuing to pour from the wounds on his head though some a Nurse Helped by a Doctor tried to stop the bleeding.

"Dave, Oh my God..."

His father, who was usually calm, now looked so scared. So panicked that her mother and a nurse pulled her over.

"Andre, be strong." said Marisa, hugging her arm. Many times Andreas wants to go forward and see the state of Dave who is being handled by the Doctor in the ER room. "Dave's gonna be okay, he's gonna make it, okay...??"

Actually, Marisa was also afraid of the amount of blood coming out, and Dave's face that looked so pale with a wound propped up on the forehead.

But she had to be strong, because her husband looked so depressed when he got word of Dave's accident after he slapped and when they got to this ER, he said, dave's condition really looks alarming with the amount of blood that dirty his suit and shirt that was forced in scissors to facilitate treatment.

"My fault.all my fault.." cried The 50-year-old man was full of regrets while looking at the Doctor and several Nurses who surrounded Dave's body lying covered in their bodies in the corner of the room.

Kirana immediately held her head when she saw her white cassa cloth full of blood that was accidentally dropped by the Doctor who handled Dave.

Suddenly his head hurt like a hard object, hit, the pain is accompanied by a black and white memory of a pale-faced man who smiled hugged and won his 3-year-old self and was frightened.

"Ti, it's okay..." The man spoke with his trembling hands and was on both of his small shoulders.

"Kira..?" Jonathan propped up Kirana's body from behind as the girl began to look on.

"Patients are losing a lot of blood !" a Nurse said.

Kirana saw her father coming straight ahead, even shaking his mother's hand which was trying to block her. An act that Kirana never saw in her lifetime, because her father loved her Mother so much.

"You're the Father ?" A Nurse prevented Andreas from advancing closer. "You should immediately check your blood type, so that the patient immediately gets help."

Andreas is instantly stunned, the bad memories of the past haunt him.

"Why can't a Hospital of this size provide blood to its Patients ?!"

His father used to shout angrily at the Hospital Medical Staff.

"His blood type is very rare sir, PMI does not provide."

The white-clothed Medical Staff tried to give me permission.

"Sir...?" The nurse ripped Andreas' daydream. "I know you're freaking out, but you'd better get your blood type checked right away."

Andreas was still silent with a face that was afraid to look at the nurse.

"You're his father, I'm sure his blood type would fit."  The nurse smiled calmly. "The patient will be fine."

Not yet lost the tension and worry in the room, suddenly Kirana who was standing in the corner of the room with Jonathan fell unconscious.

"Kirana ?? " Intensely Jonathan supported the girl's lunglai body, making his Father and Mother immediately scatter towards her.

"Kirana...??" Marisa shakes her daughter's body. "Why are you, son...?" her tears began to fall.

Andreas immediately carried his daughter's body and put her to sleep in an empty bed right next to Dave's.

Instantly the atmosphere grew increasingly panicked with several other Nurse who came and examined Kirana.

Fortunately the ER room tonight was quiet no emergency patients other than Dave, and now in added Kirana who fell unconscious. So that they can use the room.

Marisa, who was usually calm, was now crying while holding Kirana's hand.

Andreas, the 50-year-old man looked at his pale Son with a stitched wound, then his gaze shifted to his daughter who was now lying on the other bed with a Doctor who examined her.

In rubbing his old face with a frown, his narrow eyes reddened, as hard as he could resist the tears from this sudden incident.

......................

The 3-year-old little girl was still observing a man in white who was sitting alone among the crowd and the laughter of those around her.

"Kenyapa Om himselfilian...??" ask her.

The man in his long-sleeved white shirt smiled and bowed his body with both hands resting on his thighs to keep his face level with the little girl.

"Isn't it now Om with this beautiful little girl...??" he said, making a wide laugh on his beautiful face worried him.

Kirana was not sleeping well, her forehead was sweating and several times her head was shaking and muttering indistinctly.

Memories of the past that he does not remember suddenly overlap. Dave's pale face and blood that soiled the clothes and white cassa that changed color exposed to the blood made his head pain more intense.

"Little Miss, Om bring me another snack."

The Dave-like face again loomed in his black and white memory. The sincere smile and affectionate gaze of the man who was around 30 years old towards him who was 3 years old at that time so pleased his heart that was still innocent.

The feeling of happiness because every time the man met him, would be brought something, whether toys, dolls or food.

"Kirana, don't eat too much. It will get fat." Her mother warned the little girl when she put a fried banana directly wrapped in crunchy flour and sprinkled with chocolate and cheese messes.

"Bialin Kilana is fat" he said as he glanced at the man sitting next to his father and was smiling silently.

Kirana sleeps more restless, she to bite her lower lip with her eyes closed tightly remember it all.

Vaguely in black and white, she was in a lively party room with laughter and the musical accompaniment of people dancing and singing along with a beautiful woman who was on stage.

Kirana growled, with her eyes still closed due to the influence of the medicine that the Doctor injected on her, she held her head that was like going to explode when the music stopped and replaced the sound of a firearm.

DORR !!

DORR !!

DORR !!

It was all black and white, only the red color of the smiling man's back and holding both of his small shoulders with his trembling hands was the most real.

"....Dave...??" Kirana muttered as in her black and white memory, The Dave-like man stroked her tiny cheeks with his fingers shaking and face enduring the pain.

"...It's okay.." he said, still smiling even though it was clearly in pain.

"Om Rendy's...."

Kirana was galloping in the cold morning dawn and the sky was still dark. He did not care about his feet being scuffed because he ran barefoot, no matter now he just cursed the clothes of patients at the Hospital thin even though the morning was so cold because it rained last night.

He continued running with his face flushed and his long hair that was draped in the wind.

"Why do I only remember Opa...??" her crying in the heart. "Why don't I remember anything about Om Rendy...??" He cried withstanding the pain of remembering his worst memories when he was 3 years old and only this time he could remember them. "Even though Om Rendy died because of akuu...!!"

Kirana kept running with her own tears that would not stop flowing.