The Perfect Happiness
Eps 185s
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Clara POVs.
My breath was soaring, my emotions were peaking. I leaned against my father's car parked in the hospital's outer courtyard. I'm sure Dad will follow me here. Because, how can I go home, if my wallet and cell phone just forget at home. And again, there are no public vehicles at midnight like this.
The cold wind is getting stronger. Sweeping my body into the joint. Accompanying the loneliness and fear of my mind and increasingly aware me of the tragedy that just happened. I'm still standing next to this father's car, waiting for him, of course.
Mother has left me. I haven't even had time to tell her that I love her very much, adoring her as a mother to me and also a wife to my father. He never missed his duty to both of us. All his duties he did alone, even without complaint.
At the age of 28, I never once saw him fight with my father. There was only harmony and happiness they showed in my eyes. Suppose they make an argument or debate, all openly and end up with a warm kiss on each forehead.
At least that's what's happening in front of me and I don't want to know what's going on behind me. And I want to be like my mother, who always spoke soft words to my father. Even to others.
I let out my breath many times, this chest the more tight it felt, the harder it felt to breathe. Considering I have asthma that I suffered from as a child. Coupled with Haikal's attitude earlier, I regret that all of that had to happen. Why should he think so fast?
A can of used drink in front of my feet became the target of this outburst of anger. I stepped on it strongly. And with both hands folded in front of the chest and clenched.
“Good! Let the can be an impingement. Then forget about that incident. Mother's funeral is much more important,” said father suddenly near me.
Then he opened the car door for me. “Quick in,” command while throwing a bag mother towards the back of the chair later and stepped back to the door instead to drive a car.
The clontang!!
I kicked the can right into the gutter, after previously hitting the iron bars closing the top of the dirty hole. Then get in the car, where you're already in it and start the engine.
“Trus how?” ask me slowly while installing a safety belt.
“Later Haikal gave our home address to the ambulance driver. We have to prepare the house and also inform the other family.” Father explained.
I dare not look at my father at this time. Because I'm sure, you must be angry at my attitude that brushed off his hand earlier. It's really rude of me to do that, especially in front of other people.
“Daddy knows you are grieving, losing, sad, sorry or any other feeling. Same ... Dad felt that too. But I try to think rationally for my son. So that you can be a good example for your child. Not for anyone else.” Dad opened his voice, after being a little away from the hospital area.
Spontaneously I looked at him. He still continued to look straight ahead without even glancing at me, even if only at a glance. She acted like that for me?
“Haikal means it's true, he's worried about you as his future wife. He wants you to be healthy, to live long enough to see your grandchildren born one day. Not just wanting to live together,” said the father added with a firm tone of voice.
“You're lucky Haikal can quickly respond to your asthma. And he's a doctor who certainly has a lot of connections to consult with other disease doctors. While dad?” His voice sounded soft.
I sat up and looked at him. Surprised at what he said in his last sentence.
“Daddy was late to learn about your mother's illness and father had run out of ways to provide support to her.”
“Meaning father?!”
“Daddy found your round check schedule card. He only followed a few follow-up examinations. The rest he lied to my father every said out of the house to go to the hospital,” said the father who was still looking straight ahead.
Then I turned to the back seat and looked at the bag and took it. With an uncertain feeling, I opened the bag, looking for the card I was referring to. Take out all the contents of the bag until I finally find it behind the inserts in the bag.
I looked at the small notebook-sized card, under the dim light of the street lamp. There it is stated if the mother only took the last examination a few months ago. Which means the last few months you no longer follow him. I was dumbfounded and then closed my gaping mouth wide.
“Why can it be like this, Yah?” My hand shook holding the mother's check card. My voice sounded bitter when I asked my father. Now my tears are ready to fall again, just waiting for the right moment.
We got to the front of the house so quickly, because the road we passed last night was so slow at midnight like this. Then he turned off the engine, grabbed his arm and he looked at me.
“Perhaps in the operating room earlier, your mother chose to give up instead of fighting with dad. And I can't do anything anymore. If only this organ could be donated to your body, the father willingly as long as he can see you married and carry his grandson, your son later.” My tears just fell on my hands. Then he got out of the car, stepped into the house. Leaving me still sitting in this car. Don't know what to say.
The moment I saw his back disappear from the front door of the house, right at that moment my tears fell instantly. Not expecting if the father will feel more beaten and blame himself for the departure of the mother.
It was not just me who felt the excess pain of his loss but there was a father who was much more in pain of losing his life companion for decades. With the spirit of the mother who turned out to be fake in the eyes of the father.
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