The Possessive Inclined

eps 21s

After five hours, the doctor came out of the operating room. We all stood up from our seats and approached the doctor to hear the good news.

"How's Doc doing with my son's condition?" ask Papi Victor who started the conversation.

The doctor opened his face mask. The look on his exhausted face could still give us his friendly smile back then.

"Everything's quiet! The operation went well, we just wait for the development. May the patient recover quickly. For a while the patient is in a coma and soon we will move to the inpatient room," explained the doctor at length.

"Thank God then!" mami Victor said as she rubbed her chest and hugged me. "You heard, didn't you, Vi? Victor's gonna be fine. Don't cry anymore! We have to be strong so that he is strong and quick to recover" said Victor's mother who tried to calm me at that time I was only nineteen years old.

"Yes, aunt. Via will pray and always nemenin Victor."

"You need to rest, Via! There are us here who can help you take care of him" the papa said. "Go home and rest! Look, you're in shock. You need peace too, Vi. Om promise, if anything happens to Victor, I'll call you, '" he continued, holding my shoulder reassuring me.

My parents say goodbye while taking me home. I fell asleep when I got into the car on the way home until I didn't realize I was in my own room. With severe eyes, I waited for news from my phone that never appeared notification.

What I remember in general after I woke up from my sleep was that I was not asleep but fainted for three days after realizing that there was an infusion needle still attached to the vein of my left hand. When I realized, the doctor immediately checked my condition and confirmed my condition then I was released from my infusion needle.

After I passed my recovery period, I immediately asked my parents for permission to visit Victor. I haven't seen him in five days. I hope he makes progress after meeting me. Worried that I was traveling alone, my parents accompanied me to meet Victor. During the trip, I felt that the road we had to take to the hospital was very different than before. But I think that the driver just took another route to get to the hospital quickly.

My guess was wrong again. I saw the land of the tombs that we were going through. 'May be wrong! I hope my guess is wrong!' Those words kept coming to my mind. Arriving somewhere not far from the entrance of the grounds of these tombs, I was waiting for Victor's parents in all black clothes.

'What the fuck?' my heart asked me not to accept a situation I could not imagine.

I got out of the car and approached Victor's parents. They seemed to be smiling widely and welcomed my arrival warmly. They asked me how I was doing and made sure I was healthy. Then I asked them about Victor's whereabouts. They took me to a tomb that already had a tombstone with the name 'Victor Joe in memoriam'. The tomb has been decorated in such a way with many beautiful flowers there. I can't cry. My tears can't come out. My heart feels like it's gonna fall out. My breath is also irregular. Where are my tears? I just stared at the mute tomb that read 'Victor Joe in memoriam' while stroking the tombstone.

"You're here already?" ask me in silence. "Why not tell me about your condition? Do you really not love me anymore?" I asked without any answer. "You promised to celebrate our anniversary. But why are you even here? Why did you choose to leave me? Are you happy now? Are you no longer sick?" I stared at the ceiling whose clouds began to cloud.

'I promise you, I will take good care of myself. I won't forget you. It feels heavy without you. I don't know if I can get through my days without you? Now that I'm sincere, you rest in peace there. Thank you for all the wonderful memories you have given me. I love you, Victorku.'

Both of our parents prayed and calmed me. I hugged Victor's mother who was still crying after seeing my meeting with Victor. But he was sincere about the departure of his only child. After my last meeting with Victor, we went back to our respective places. I remember that day I lost my consciousness. I remember not doing any activity at the time. Until finally my parents were anxious and took me to therapy. I did therapy to heal myself which finally after several times of therapy I was fully aware to the point of being able to cry so much that it evaporated the feeling of losing Victor very deep. From the therapeutic effect, I recovered from my anxiety until now.

Without feeling from earlier the motorbike we were riding was still not moving. My position was currently hugging Darren from behind tightly and I was asleep during the trip. I feel comfortable with the current position, so it feels like I miss the figure of Victor who had returned.

"Vi, are you awake?" asked Darren who had felt my body move.

"Yes" I replied as I took my arms off her.

I'm honestly embarrassed. I also see, this is still in a cool garden because of the many shady trees that give us protection from the heat of the sun.

"Sorry, I overslept."

"Pantesan my body is heavy. I don't know if you're sleeping. Fortunately you did not fall. Danger know if you like this when in the bonceng with a motorcycle," he said while watching me by turning a little position of his body while opening the glass helmet.

"The mall is far away?" ask me to check the surroundings.

"Not really. Tuh, over there!" show it that has been seen the mall building from a distance.

"Let's go!"

"Related?"

"Yes. Come on!"

"Don't sleep anymore!"

"Yes!"

Darren starts the bike again and starts driving again to the destination. I did not dare to hug her anymore and I made sure my position was not to be too intimate with her.