Trying To Be Faithful

End of love journey

"Where's the Escape?" Airlangga came with a breath of frenzy.

"Bun, where's the Escape? Why are you waiting in front of the operating room?" ask Airlangga. Hasna simply answered the question with a cry.

"That?" Now Airlangga asked. Raden, hoping his papa will give an answer.

"Bang, wait and be patient. We don't know what the outcome will be until the operation is complete." God patted Airlangga's shoulder.

Hearing the statement of his sister-in-law, Airlangga lunglai's body. Although he does not know what really happened, but Airlangga understands if Puput is not in good condition.

"I told you I'd wait for him, why go to work? I didn't want to leave her alone at the beginning."

Airlangga blames himself for what happened to Puput. He squeezed his head violently, then hugged his knees and cried.

"You who are patient, pray that your Puput will be fine. We all hope so. Come on, sit on the chair not on the floor." Raden pushed his son slowly towards the chair.

"The strong. We all need to be strong." Raden squeezed his son's shoulders, trying to give encouragement even though he himself felt worried and afraid.

"Doctors will save anyone who has the highest chance of living."

Airlangga's breath stopped for a moment. Dejavu. He was faced with the same choice between his wife and son, and now ....

"No more .. O Allah, I beg you not to let the same happen to you. Please, please, please!" Airlangga is frustrated with the situation that is happening at this time.

The shadow of how his wife left following his son back revolved like a movie in his head.

Please ... let them be saved, O God. Servant please.

Hasna's crying voice, which was originally heard sobbing, is now gone along with Hasna's loss of consciousness.

"Mother!" Achtia shouted hysterically as Hasna's body fell to the floor. Raden immediately ran to his wife.

"Dear." Raden immediately carried Hasna and took her to the ER.

"You come with papa, brother here."

"D-yes." Akhtia soon caught up with Raden while the Gods accompanied Airlangga.

"You're talking!" Airlangga paced back and forth while shaking her waist, occasionally she grabbed her hair.

"Quiet, Bang. We are all afraid and anxious, but we still have to be calm in order to think clearly and not panic."

Airlangga again sat on the chair while looking at the door of the operating room.

"How's it?" ask the gods when they see Akhtia back.

"Mother fainted from stress, papa told me to come here."

Akhtia sat beside the God while holding each other giving strength to each other.

Ting!

Operating room lights off. Airlangga immediately got up and walked closer to the door of the operating room.

The mood was quiet. Not a single bit of wind was felt hitting the body. The voices felt lost and left only silence and silence.

"Why are you here? Is the operation over?" asked Raden when he saw Airlangga approaching him and Hasna.

Airlangga.

"Bang, mommy and dad are talking. Seeing how you need Puput, we are sure if you are the right one to accompany him. Papa blesses you if Puput is willing to marry Brother."

Airlangga's eyes opened wide to hear Hasna's statement. He glanced at Raden to add to his confidence.

Raden nodded steadily.

...****...

"Battle!"

The little boy with two braided hair ran over to Airlangga. The pink checkered uniform made him look very cute.

"Auuhhh, papi's son. How was school, didn't you?"

"Emmm," the little girl nodded in Airlangga's arms. "So we played giant ladder snakes, exclaimed."

"Masa? Papi wants to follow dong."

"Come on, but we don't have the snake ladder game." Nayshila names the boy, pouting.

"We buy first, how? We'll get a present for Mommy."

"Ah, right. I forgot, it's my birthday today."

"Well, well, you'll get your mom's nag later. Her birthday forgot, anyway?"

"Srst." Nayshila aka chila keeps her forefinger in front of her lips. "But don't say yes if chila forgets."

"OK, but there's a condition." Airlangga whispers.

"What?" chila whispered as well.

"Kiss me, please."

"Chila dear papi."

"Bapy too." Airlangga clutched tightly the tiny body of his son who was none other than Puput and Chooki.

"Where's chila?" ask Hasna.

"Still dance, Bun."

"We could be late. Long-awaited hunting lupa."

"Yes, Bun. Brother call his son."

"Fire." Chila came down to her waiting family.

.

"Canty isn't?"

"Geez, is there a child artist here?"

"Well, who is that? Is that a fairy?"

Hasna and Raden took turns praising his grandson.

"Which other? How come it's just us?" ask chila.

"The others are first. Come on, we're late."

Chila picked up a bouquet of flowers, then walked towards the car.

"Happy birthday, Mother. I brought this mami flower. Beautiful right? Mommy, see I'm beautiful, right? Papi says I'm prettier than mami, is that true? But I think mom is much prettier. There's nothing pretty but mommy in this world."

"Masa? Still not pretty?" ask Hasna.

"Dear aunt?" ask Shaki.

"You're all beautiful. But mami's the prettiest."

"Yes, your mom is very pretty, son. Emmm, can you ask for some alone time with mom? Chila's coming with grandma and Auntie to the car first, yeah."

"Good, Pih."

"Don't be long, Bang." Hasna patted Airlangga on the shoulder.

Airlangga.

Sitting staring at the fragrant flowers, scattered on the ground which became the last home for Puput.

Yes, Puput went not to catch up with her son but to catch up with her husband.

"Darling ...." Tough Airlangga said the word because of the tears that tried to hold him up until his throat was like being stuck.

Honey ... You've been gone a long time since you gave birth to Chila. But until this moment the sadness was still the same. Not reduced one bit. If I could choose, maybe I'd like to come with you.

You leave behind such wonderful memories even in the last seconds of your life. Although I am angry that time and destiny are not on our side, where parents bless us but God chose to call you rather than make her my wife.

Even so, at least I know how you feel about me. I can still hold on until this second because the last word you said on the last day we can hold each other.

You've loved me in silence since we first met. Be spoiled like a sister, even though your heart has a strong taste for me.

I wish, if there's a next life I'd like to be born not as your family so that we can be together. That's what you told me. Somehow, but I'm happy and able to survive until this second because of it.

Darling ... Your son is already very big. Sometimes I see your eyes in his eyes. It was then that I had a greater spirit of life because I felt like you were watching me and said, "Well, live well."

It's impossible that I don't suffer without you, every night I cry for you. I always imagined what if you were alive, maybe we would be happy as a couple, right?

Ah, I'm a sin if I doubt God's decision.

"Bapi, come on."

"Darling, our daughter called. You go first, the day after tomorrow you come here again to replace these flowers with new flowers. Brother's coming home, baby."

Airlangga dyed full of longing in the tomb bag belonging to Puput.

She immediately wiped her tears to avoid being seen by Chila. The girl should remain happy without any tears of sadness in her life.

......The end's......

Hi, hi. The story of Hasna and Raden is ended by the story of Airlangga and Puput. Yes, even though the ending is not happy, but is life really that? Not everything has to end happily.

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