The Enchantment of Madam

Identity Uncovered?

The body of the Gothic Mbak drooped above the bad involuntarily. His eyes closed perfectly and visible cuts and bruises on the face area also swollen on his legs. I don't know what the chronology of the accident is because no one has told me yet.

"Where are you, sir?" tanya Tisa, the office receptionist who just worked two months ago.

"Not conscious either. What was the chronology of the accident, anyway?" I asked Tisa while outside the ICU room.

Tisa started telling stories, but I took her to sit down and we talked.

It turns out that Mbak Gothic just came home from nowhere, he came home using the services of an online motorcycle taxi that made me shake my head because in fact he could call me or his driver if he needed to.

"Well, so fitting Mother Zaskia again love the helmet to the motorcycle taxi driver, there is a schoolboy riding a motorcycle and hit him," he explained.

"The schoolboy is in the office, sir, in the security post" he explained.

"Just get him home."

"But, what if Mr Bobby instigates this, sir?"

"Let me take care, just tell the security office to release the schoolgirl with a note to leave an identity."

"Well, sir, then I'll let you go home and I'll also tell you about this at the security office."

I nodded and Tisa passed away.

Suddenly the ringing of the phone rang and it turned out to be a call from my work friend named Fiktor.

"Yes, Bang. What's up?" I answered her cell phone connection which was still outside the room.

"Gothic mom, what, Le?"

"It's still not conscious, Bang."

"Oh, yeah, I just mo tell you. Don't mess with other girls, Gothic ma'am again mantau you, you know?!"

"Huh? How do you mean?" I was confused by Bang Fiktor's words.

"So that Gothic Sister follows you wherever you go. I don't know what it's about, I don't know."

The deg!

My chest thumped as Bang Fiktor spoke that sentence.

How far has the Gothic Ma'am followed me?

Our conversation ended without a bright spot. Only the Gothic Mother knows how far she has followed me. Don't they know who I am?

**

It's been an hour since Gothic was unconscious and now it's the turn of his parents to choke me with so many questions. Even Mr. Bobby blamed me for the incident this afternoon which resulted in his daughter getting hit by a motorcycle.

"Why don't you keep that damn kid in the office?!" fierce Lord Bobby to me.

"He may be guilty, sir. But not by intimidating him. We can go to the boy's house, because I told the office staff to ask for the boy's identity."

"Then, you just believe it? You believe that damn kid didn't lie to the security?"

I'm speechless.

"That's because of that damn kid! Argghhh! You poor people!" Sir Bobby's still an emotion.

"Sorry, sir, shouldn't we focus on Kia's health?" I interrupted Mr. Bobby's words that were still stirred by emotion.

"You––" said Mr. Bobby as he looked at me with a snide and clenched hand. Almost a blow full of emotion floated on the cheek if only Madam Sintia did not break.

"Dear, already!" Lady Sintia pulled her husband's arm away from me.

"True Levine, we have money and what's the problem if we focus more on Kia? You emotions, will not produce results," continued Lady Sintia who seemed to negotiate with her husband.

Yes, I appreciate both expressions. Mr. Bobby was angry because he loved and cared for his daughter so much. While what was said by Mrs Sintia was not wrong, that it was true that they had the money to pay all the costs in the hospital. So, why argue over someone crashing? This seems futile and it would be wise to think about the health and safety of their preferred daughter, not to look for one that is not there when they do not know the current state of her daughter.

Tonight both parents from Mbak Gothic are staying at the hospital. Mr. Bobby was asleep on the sofa, while Mrs Sintia was still faithful waiting for her daughter who was lying on the bad by always holding one hand.

"Mrs rest, Ma'am Kia let me take care." I said to Madam Sintia because time had pointed to the number two nights.

"Where can I possibly rest if my daughter's condition isn't conscious?" said Mrs Sintia.

I saw deep concern through the look in Mrs Sintia's eyes. The sincerity of the mother's affection for her son is really what I saw tonight. There's envy from inside here because I've never felt the heartfelt love of a mom who's been leaving me since I was a toddler. However, it is not the hatred that is in the heart, but rather the longing that is growing.

I miss the figure of my mom. I wanted her attention, how to pamper her son and the other things I often saw from my stepmother to her child.

Not long after the doctor went to the room and checked the state of the Gothic Sister. Maybe it's the way, Mbak Gothic also realized when the doctor's examination was being carried out.

"Awhh ..." groaned Mbak Gothic still with his eyes closed.

I rounded my eyes, then saw the expression on Lady Sintia's face that looked happy looking at the twinkle of her eyes and her red, curved lips.

"You realize, honey?" lady Sintia asked as she rubbed her daughter's head.

"What are you complaining about, son?" please contact Mrs Sintia.

"My whole body hurts, so does my face, Mother." There was a pain full of pain from the lips of the Gothic Mother.

"Well, I checked first, yes, Ma'am," said the doctor.

The state of the Gothic Mother is nothing to worry about. Everything is fine said the doctor and for the pain otherwise reasonable because maybe the hit from the motorcycle even the body of Mbak Gotik bounced a few meters from the scene he said.

Mr. Bobby awoke, his happy face was seen when he saw his daughter who was able to speak. However, the crowded situation became quiet when the doctor had left the room as well as the two parents of Mbak Gothic who decided to rest because they might have felt relieved by the awareness of his son.

"Sleep, gih! Rest," I said to Gothic Ma'am as the clockwork led to the number three.

Instead of answering Gothic ma'am instead looked at me with a really unfriendly highlight.

"Why see me like that?" my real question is starting to be bad. I suspect that Gothic ma'am already knows who I really am.

"Don't try to lie to me. I'm disappointed that you're hiding something from me" Ms. Gothic said with a grin on her lips.

"You mean, Mommy?"

"Don't trick me!" he said with complete confidence.

I really can't say anything. Just being able to take a deep breath and plunge it slowly to be able to accept reality. Will my identity be revealed tonight?