SUPPOSE THAT...

COMPASSION

"...Don't ever pity me." Eva's voice shook. Tears had flowed from his reddened eyes down to adorn the look of his face which still maintained his hollow mask.

Seeing him Andreas could only stand staring not far from him, while Marisa was silent looking at him.

Eva stared at Marisa, an ordinary woman with a face no more beautiful than her, but could get so much love from someone she once loved, at least that's what Eva believes.

He is educated in a harsh Family environment, where the good name of the Family is above all else. Always stamped useless just because it was born as a woman, while his father needed a son Men who are considered more capable as Heir.

Both of Eva's eyebrows are increasingly linked with the pain in her heart.

It is the high self-worth, the indoctrinated as a Sanjaya who cannot show his weakness to others.

His haughty mask that even his parents as his closest people did not know, only that person was able to open it.

Eva sobbed, she hid part of her face with her palms and inched away, but as she had not yet stood up, Marisa quickly hugged her tightly.

He was surprised, and tried to fight. "What are you doing ?" snapped it. "How dare a disgusting woman like you...!" she was covered with her own tears.

"Please don't act like this...!" Marisa tightened her embrace, her tears already flowing down her face which she buried deeply into the shoulders of the woman who had been hostile for years.

Eva's shoulders trembled, half dead she held back her tears from coming out, but the embrace of the woman she envied felt warm for her cold self.

"...Cry if it hurts..." Said Marisa in the position of she who still hugs the thin body with shoulder bones that feel prominent in her arms. "Tell the people you trust if they're not able to hold their own.."

Eva's face was clear, she lowered her head to hide her face on Marisa's shoulder, while her hands were on her back, squeezing Marisa's clothes firmly, just so she could control herself not to cry.

"There's nothing wrong with it all, it's not a weakness that will lower our self-esteem." Marisa hugged Eva more tightly when the sound of a stuffing of women who both have long hair, but the difference belongs to Eva has whitened because of so much gray hair. "...So please.." Marisa's voice trembled with tears. "Don't be arrogant just to cover up the fragility of your heart, it hurts..."

Andreas let out a long sigh while sitting not far from the two women who had not spoken to each other for years, and now they hug each other and cry together.

He never understood about women, obviously earlier like going to fight each other, but ternaya even ended by hugging each other and crying together.

Even so, he secretly felt relieved and joined in smiling to see the tangled benag that had bound them for many years, now began to decompose at the age of those who were no longer young.

Along with that the door of the Operating Room opened, making the three of them immediately rushed to see the Doctor and some medical colleagues behind him who were both still wearing green surgical clothes.

"How's Doc..?"

"How's my son...?"

Eva and Andreas asked almost simultaneously.

The doctor opened the mask that covered his mouth and nose, then smiled. "The operation was successful, the patient will soon be aware after the anesthetic is gone" he said.

"Thank God..." Marisa and Andreas hug each other with feelings of haru and relief.

The doctor and his entourage immediately left.

He feared past events when Rendy had to die due to the unavailability of negative blood type O rhesus repeated on his son, for that, he periodically drove Dave to the Blood Bank to get his blood and stored there.

Not only could it save Dave's life as it is today, but his rare blood saved the lives of many others who also have a rare blood type like his own Dave.

Eva never knew how deeply she loved the Son whom she had for years considered a burden, the son who with increasing age increasingly confirmed her feelings for someone who did not love her.

"Miss, thank God Dave survived." Marisa holds both hands, and becomes one.

Once again Eva looked at the face of the woman she considered to be inferior to a servant in her house, before she began to cry and embrace him.

"...Dave..thank goodness.thank goodness.." she cried in Marisa's arms.

"Yes, Dave will be fine now." Marisa's tears come.

No need to explain the feeling of loss, it has been many years still feels so vulnerable, especially losing in a tragic way.

And now they are relieved, because there is no need to repeat the same loss again.

"There was a flick on my lungs." Eva finally told me about the time they had moved to the treatment room with Dave still asleep in bed not far from where they were sitting.

Andreas and Marisa who were sitting across the table widened their eyes to look at the woman who had now reused her black cloth to cover her gray hair.

"Why not treat ?" marisa asked quickly, the same question her husband asked a while ago. "We can find a Pulmonology specialist, definitely can be cured" he said for sure.

Eva nodded slowly. "No, I'm tired, but confused how to end it." he looked at the Husband and Wife couple in front of him. "And I am thankful that there is this disease." he smiled, but it was bitter to the beholder.

Andreas was just silent, he once hated the attitude of the woman who had been his wife, but now he was just sympathy and there was a feeling of unbearable tucked for him.

"You guys look at me like a gang who needs money." Eva chuckles, but her face is swollen and she repeatedly rubs her nose and eyes that can not be compromised so as not to shed tears.

Neither Andreas nor Marisa budged.

"It's only the boy who keeps incriminating me..." Eva looked straight at Dave who was lying with his head wrapped in bandages and 2 infusion tubes that each flowed clear and red liquid into his veins.

"Dave loves you very much." Andreas.

"Of course." Eva said in her usual arrogant tone. "I conceived her with great difficulty, gave birth to her to death, but at least she did not look like me." she said curtly, but her image was watching.

The husband-wife couple still looked at him.

"Shouldn't a boy look like his mother ?" Eva looked towards them. "But why.." her words came to a halt as Marisa and Andreas' eyes roundedly looked towards her.

Eva immediately lowered her head when she realized her tears had melted again, covering her with both palms. "Based on a fool, dead man still makes life difficult by passing his stupid face to my son.." he sobbed, the pain in his chest will be felt every time he remembered it, he said, making her breath tight because she was filled with sadness for unrequited love and to ask was impossible.

Marisa and Andreas look at each other with pity, seeing it makes them realize if Eva has been hiding her love.