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Calming illusion

Daffan broke through a shortcut, he quite memorized the way of the rat. Then turn the car to the right and into a small alley. Delon said he did not comment. The car passed through the damaged road briefly and then penetrated into the main road.

This time his car drove slowly because it was stuck in traffic, Daffan hit the steering wheel while Delon mind can not be separated from Olivia.

“Fan try to find a small way again,” suggested Delon.

Daffan sighed heavily, “Far from here, we stuck Lon,”

Both are resigned, the car can still run slowly.

“A minute,” says Daffan.

From a distance, the hospital building was already visible. He turned his car to a crossroads, then stopped in front of a white building. Daffan parked his car, looking for an empty plot to park. Delon is down.

“You have asked for the treatment room,” asked Daffan.

They stood in front of the receptionist, the female with the oval face welcoming him kindly.

“Ah, fuck. We don't know his sister's name,” sis Delon.

Delon's forehead wrinkled, he held his painless head. He sat on the couch in his closet.

Daffan glanced at Delon sitting next to him, “You don't have his contacts?”

“No,”

I went out, until the front lobby saw them sitting down. My eyes turned, thinking for a moment. However, they immediately looked at me, then stood up and approached.

“Who is sick?” my many.

Sontak Delon clutched my body, “Dumb girl, why don't you let me,”

I had trouble breathing and let go of Delon's embrace. On the side, Daffan just smiled while puffing. I'm excited, like I was caught cheating.

“You guys haven't seen you for a while already this long,” quipped by folding your arms forward.

“en..gga,” I replied with a gasp, I smiled clumsily while Delon stood up casually. He looked masculine with a little sweat dripping down his forehead, I think he ran out of marathons.

“What pain is your sister?” ask Daffan.

I looked at him tearfully, “Accident,”

“Accident?” reset Delon.

Daffan aghast, “How is he?”

“Have passed the critical time,”

They let out a long sigh, “Thank God,” said Daffan.

“Bay?” cetus Delon's.

Daffan frowned, “He is pregnant?”

“Do not discuss now yes, I am tired,” lamented.

The two looked at each other then Daffan looked at me.

“Ya we're home,” take Delon.

Daffan breezed first into the parking lot, while we waited in front of the lobby. After the car was seen, I went into the back seat and Delon sat next to his brother-in-law.

The streets are quite crowded, cars are lined up followed by motorcycles that jostle each other through the sidelines of the car. The roadside lights lit up brightly, I observed from behind the car glass. In front of Daffan focused on driving and occasionally invited me to chat, while Delon was more silent.

Daffan prefers to turn his car into a narrow alley rather than struggle with traffic jams, he turns through a small road left right full of people's homes. Then a few days later his car returned to the main road.

“You're still sad?” Delon opened his mouth.

"Still,"

Delon breathed a long breath, “Do not beat yourself,”

“How could your sister crash?” daffan asked, his eyes focused forward.

“Sorry,”

“Nothing,” sahutku.

Nearly two hours after the car arrived in front of the yard full of greenery, I got off in the back of Delon. Daffan took his car to the garage.

“I go to the room first,”pamitku.

Delon nodded and he asked nothing. I turned the handle of the room door, went inside and leaned briefly onto the sofa. While Delon and his brother-in-law were still conversing in front, it seemed like they were going to stay up late.

I feel like my body is sticky, I haven't had a bath all day. If you hadn't talked me home, I would have been waiting for Ella. Finally I grabbed a pink kimono and went into the bathroom, just soaking in a bathtub with lavender scent foam that covered my innocent body.

For almost an hour, I refused to go out. Still want to linger soaking myself, at least so that my mind is a little clear. However, my body started to cool down and decided to finish my bathing ritual.

I came out with a kimono towel attached to my body, then grabbed the bone-white satin pajamas. The color matches my skin, and it's brighter. Then I put my body on the edge of the bed. Daffan and his sister-in-law were still in the living room, enjoying a cup of black coffee.

“Tired once,” I said then immediately pulled a brown blanket to the neck.

****

The sun had already peeked through the window I opened, I woke up early and was already wearing a maroon red cardigan, flat shoes and jeans. Today the waiter brought a lot of clothes in addition to the dress, and certainly more in accordance with my style.

I went down to the dinner table, sat down next to Delon. Daffan was already ahead with his flagship bread on the plate. Next to me Delon was sipping guava juice in his glass, while Daffan spirit bit the last bread.

“you want to go to the hospital?” ask Daffan.

“Let me drop off,” says Delon.

My eyes stare alternately, “I can use taxi online,”

“No need,” said Delon, tone as command.

I chewed the rice, bit the chef's crispy chicken and gulped water in the glass. Daffan rushed to the office, saying he would stop by the hospital while Delon waited for me to finish eating.

“You're sad but you eat still greedy,”

I glanced at him and grinned, “Crying also needs energy,”

The man only shook his head, occasionally his eyes glanced at the circular clock in his hands. I stopped eating, got the code.

“Ayo,” I said.

He stood with a black shirt with a small line motif that looks sweet on his body. Delon walked quickly to the car that was already in the yard, while I was behind him.

I was sitting next to when Delon put his seatbelt on, he was driving down the highway, quite crowded with rows of cars lining up at red lights. Some children were seen singing as the car owner opened the glass and gave him a change.

I was busy counting the number of passing motorbikes or observing the road dividers and staring in wonder at the people who wiped a glimpse of the front of the car and expected a sheet of thousands from the owner.

Delon was focused on driving, he didn't open the conversation unless I urged him.

“You don't work?” my many.

“Hm,”

I let out a long sigh, he always answered as he pleased. Though I want long sentences, at least dilute the stiff atmosphere.

Arriving at the hospital, I went inside following Delon. We took the elevator and pressed the number three button.

The tring!

The elevator stopped on the third floor, the door opened and we got out. My move towards the bougainvillea room where my sister was in, Delon didn't ask much. He just followed my steps, occasionally glancing at me with a smile.

Chequek!

I opened the door handle, carrying a few bags of crackles filled with fruit, bread and other food that Delon bought on the street. Inside Mama is next to Ella, papa on the couch is laying down and there's Brian.

My chest ached a little, watching him hold the spoon he had sucked into Ella's mouth. It seems the woman has softened.

“Mama,” said I kissed the back of his hand.

“Thank God you are here, Mama there is good news,” he said with sparkling.