Trapped in the Love of the Past

Trapped in the Love of the Past

I open my eyes slowly. My whole body feels weak. The smell of eucalyptus oil pierced the nose. My head's a little dizzy.

Where'sme?

The white room is visible all around.

Kuraba the bed where she lay.

Not mine.

The smell of alcohol in the sense of smell.

Am I in the hospital?

What was?

The door rang out.

I saw Myra carrying a bottle of mineral water and a bag of white crackles.

"Mrs .."

Call me weak.

"Alhamdulillah .. have you realized Lil?"

Strugged the woman towards my bed.

"I fainted, Ma'am?"

"Yes .. was right at Nisa's house you arrived - just passed out."

Unmistakably.

"I'm the same Mas Edi who brought you here, worried about what happened."

I spread my eyes out in this white room.

Trying to remember what happened.

My consciousness has now recovered perfectly.

I can remember what happened before I fainted. This netra had collided with Azzam's.

Yeah right, Nisa's husband's man was my first love.

Apparently the harsh reality of seeing her made me very shocked and lost my balance.

"Nisa's here too?"

I asked Mbk Myra. I want to make sure that Nisa and her husband are not here.

"No Lil, they're still home."

Ah, thank goodness. I let out a sigh of relief. At a time like this, I was not ready to meet them.

"But Nisa said it before, she said she wanted to come here."

Further.

"Mister, I'm going home. It's all right."

I hurried up after Myra finished her sentence.

Although the head is still heavy.

"Eh .. Where are you going? Rest first ..."

Tell the woman.

"The doctor hasn't come here, either, so you can't go home just yet. Let's get checked first."

Continue while holding my arm.

"No, I'm good."

I said a little forcefully as I got out of bed.

Truly this self will not be able to meet with Azzam who has now become my own best friend husband.

This love is too deep for him.

I have really missed him since he disappeared without any news 3 years ago.

I always say this in prayer, that God may bring us back together.

And now HE has granted my prayers.

I met with Azzam.

But in such painful conditions. It breaks my heart to see it now owned by someone else. And that guy was my own best friend.

If only then, we split well - well maybe it would have felt different.

At that time there was no word separate from his mouth.

Even the day before he disappeared, Azzam had bought me a ring. He said it was to propose to me tomorrow. But tomorrow will not come. Azzam's gone somewhere. I searched his house, but no one spoke. I can't even call his cell phone number.

I waited 3 years. And all that time I didn't hear from him.

"Where's Lil going?"

Sergey Pak Edi who was already at the door of the IGD room.

"I'd like to go home, sir, I've done it."

"Eh.yeah can't do that. Let's get a doctor's check first."

"No Sir. I'm going home."

"Don't be reckless, it's night. If later in the cost of what happens - nothing can anther you!"

Said Mr. Edi firmly.

I just looked down at his orders.

Ah, sir this one boss is always the same attention of his men. Behind his humorous attitude, he is a boss who always protects his subordinates both inside and outside the office.

Not long ago, the doctor had examined me and prescribed some drugs. He allowed me to go home from the hospital. I'm getting ushered in Mr. Edi. While Ma'am Myra had gone home first when I checked earlier. I'm grateful I didn't get to meet Azzam, Nisa's husband.

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"Eh Lila, how did you get in?any better?"

Nisa asked when she saw me enter the QA department room where we work. Then he rushed towards me.

"It's still lemes gini.mending break at home."

The woman led me to the chair. While I was just down. Unable to look at him.

God, why does my heart hurt so much to see Nisa. There was a sense of disappointment, annoyance towards him.

Though I know, Nisa is not wrong what.

She doesn't even know if her husband is my ex.

"Udah Nis, thank you."

I put away Nisa's hand that was embracing my shoulder in a slightly cold tone.

I could see the look on his face that looked a little surprised at my words.

Maybe he thinks there's something weird about Kalila.

In conditions like this is usually Nisa who I always rely on.

As fellow overseas who have no relatives, we are used to relying on each other.

Once I had to be hospitalized, he took care of me every day. No wonder he was shocked by my attitude.

"Sorry yesterday I can not go to Nis hospital, there are still many friends Mas Azzam at home."

Be ill. It hurts so much. When Nisa said that name.

"It's not papa."

The mood for a moment was silent. I don't know why I feel so lazy to see my best friend.

I honestly don't want to be in this situation either. But the heart cannot be compromised. My deepest heart does not want Nisa to marry Azzam. But on the other hand, I realize this isn't his fault. He must not have known this. Because I never told you about that old man.

I'm sorry Nis.

"It's still a pain to rest at Lil's house."

Said Mr. Edi as I faced in his cubicle.

"You're still so lemesy."

"I'd like to apply for leave sir."

"What a sudden."

"Yes sir, there's family business."

"Yes where the form is, I sign it later directly love mbak Ani to input into the system."

"Thank you sir."

Not long after that leave form has returned to my hands.

I stepped towards the table of Ani's mother, our department clerk.

Accidentally my tail saw Nisa who was watching me from afar.

There was a confused look on his face.

I then pretended to be serious with Mbak Ani so that there was no need to see him again.

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I started taking a vacation today. No one I'm telling you about, except for Mr. Edi and Ms. Ani.

Even Nisa, my thick buddy doesn't know about this either.

I want to pull over for a minute.

Neutralize the pain that lingers in the heart. Shedding all my sorrow with someone who has always been a solace of heart.

Mom, wait for me at home.

I want to cry on your lap.

This heart cannot bear this sorrow alone.

At 7:30 I arrived at Hang Nadiem airport. I immediately set foot to the check-in counter of an orange airline. The plane will take off in 1 hour.

After the check-in process was over, I headed to a fast food restaurant at the airport. The stomach feels rumbling because it has not had time to eat breakfast this morning.

I ordered a packet of rice and fried chicken, then ate it rather lazily - lazy.

My gaze circulated throughout the room of this red and white restaurant.

From the table looks a group of men wearing wearpack uniforms talking. Their laughter rippled throughout this not-so-big room.

Ah, you guys. Can't control the volume of his voice as they gather.

Passenger queue snaking above the aircraft carrier boeing to Surabaya. One by one they entered the iron bird. It looks pretty crowded, but not a holiday.

I walked in the queue on the plane between men in wearpacks. They will also go to Surabaya. Batam Surabaya trip is taken within 2 hours.

A moment later I was in the window seat. According to my seat number 23 A. At the end of the row of chairs I saw a Chinese grandfather already sitting while wearing a seatbelt. The middle seat is empty.

"Excuse me sir."

The sound of a young man dressed in wearpack jolted at me who was looking at the outside view of the plane through the glass in the window.

The deg!

My heart was racing when I found out who owned the number 23B. The chair beside me.

"Kalila .." she cried out