Two Ti Saraga
Part 32's. About Loss
Love is amazing. Love is blind. And love can kill you or your friend just like that. Because love falls indiscriminately.
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The hospital cage was pushed strongly at great speed by several people in white-and-white suits towards the room that read ER. Someone lay resigned on it, with a head full of thick liquid that some began to dry. Two other humans came running beside the cage, watching the intense poor girl who was in the phase of 'living and dying.' The girl was pale, her white skin was getting whiter. Poor girl named Manisha Elevanova.
Andra smothers her mouth withholding a sob when Manisha is brought into the ER while she is held outside with Bi Reta. Reta cried, staring at the door that the sisters began to close.
Andra's bones begin to weaken. He fell down on the floor. He no longer cared about the curious gazes given by the people passing by in front of him. Right now his thoughts were only on one person, his only daughter who was struggling inside. Struggling? Even Andra herself was not sure if her son would fight to come back to life. But at least Andra hoped so.
Reta looked down at her parents. He knew that the father of the child inside actually loved the girl very much. However, what Reta did not understand until now was why her parents would persecute their own children. Reta was inexhaustible with what the middle-aged man who was crying so much beside her.
"Sorry Papa, Sha.." he muttered with tears that never subsided.
Cklek!
The open door took their eyes off. Andra rushed over to the doctor named Anita Sastrawirda D. The doctor breathed heavily. Staring at Andra and Reta with concerned faces. The news that will be conveyed by him may make the family sad.
"Before, I apologize for the great..." Andra's face began to pias when she saw the doctor no longer continue his sentence. The doctor was silent for a long time.
"Your son..."
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"Sand... Where are you?"
Raga sighed for the umpteenth time. He was tired of walking down every hallway and houses in Complex Cempaka 17. Yesterday, he got word from his little friend's neighbor who lives in a slum housing if Sandra had moved back to the West Jakarta area. The Cempaka Complex 17. Therefore now Raga immediately ascertained if what the middle-aged woman said was true. However, after searching up to the corner of the complex, Raga still could not find it. Now, there are only three more houses that Raga has not been able to go to. Raga hope, one of the three houses belongs to his best friend.
"Bang, you make my body make me as a tired spirit, huh? Go home, tomorrow we continue. I've been almost all day long we twirling around not clear.." Bayu whine who is currently sitting on the road in the complex.
Raga who heard his sister's whining just sighed in annoyance. But it is also true what Bayu said. They've been circling the complex from school to school until now, at 21:00 p.m. Finally Raga chose to nod. After all there are only three houses left, Raga can continue tomorrow. They also decided to go home.
Clamps!
Raga entered her house that looked lonely like a grave. He knew that if it was quiet like this, surely his mother had not come home from the hospital. Raga was reluctant to think anything about the middle-aged woman, casually Raga climbed the stairs towards her room. Occasionally massage the head that hurts. Maybe because he did not have time for lunch at school, plus he also missed dinner because he was busy looking for Sandra.
Bayu who saw his brother massaging his forehead just sigh. He looked at his brother who was beginning to disappear behind the door.
Bayu again sighed, he was not concerned about his brother, but he was concerned about his body which was like more care. Bayu can not blame Raga for what happened to his body, Bayu know why the body can be thin. During this time Raga did not maintain a diet, often left breakfast and immediately went to school.
Bayu followed by massaging the forehead. He thought what later if he had returned to his own body but it turned out that his body was sick? Stomach acid or stomach for example? He may be divorced by Manisha later. Nah! Bayu was not willing to be divorced by the girl. Just getting it is hard.
Remembering about Manisha, Bayu so remember about the incident in the UKS this morning. When Manisha tries to hide her wound. Bayu was very worried at that time, so he sat beside the brangkar with an extraordinary limp. Didn't expect that her girl would receive such a whip pain. If Bayu is in the position of Manisha, maybe he will cry like children who are not bought candy. Admit it, the girl is great.
"Where is Manisha now, huh?" gumam Bayu slowly. He was still on the edge of the stairs, staring loosely at the first floor while watching the dark first floor.
Cklek!
Bayu decided to follow his mother down, then Bayu sat there, to the right of Anita.
"Wood, where are you, son.." said the mother softly, then massaged her forehead and leaned against the sofa.
Bayu looked at his mother sadly. He knew his mother must be confused right now. Bayu is very understanding.
"Bun... Bayu's coming home, Bun. But why Mother does not want to love the same Raga? Raga is also the mother's child, Bun. Please love her, Bun. her time to stay with us is not long.." said Bayu lirih. Her outstretched tang wanted to rub the head of her bundle. Bayu grimaced as his hand could not touch that head.
Suddenly Anita woke up, making Bayu berjab shocked. Anita looked at the left right as if looking for something. Bayu smiled, it turned out that his mother knew his presence here.
However, Bayu was silent.
When will the mother welcome the arrival of Raga?
Bayu was hoping that would happen. After all, Raga would have wanted to be loved just once in her life. Bayu hope, Anita's heart will melt soon before it's too late. And then. regret.
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"Your son. comma."
A short sentence that came out of the doctor's mouth managed to make Andra and Reta again smother her mouth. Struggling to hold back the crying that was ready to come down.
"I'm sorry."
Excuse speech that was aired by the doctor was no longer touched Andra. He stared at the white ceiling of the hospital. Andra regretted everything. It all happened because of him. Its fault.
If only he had not cheated and made his own son as a scapegoat, maybe now their family would have been fine as they were years ago. Harmonious and not deformed.
But late. Rice has become porridge, sorry will not make things back okay. Everything's already deteriorated. Ratih died, while his son was in a coma. And himself, smashed to pieces. The perfect destruction.
Andra was crying. Until finally he woke up when he saw his son's brangkar pushed out of the ER and taken to the VIP patient room.
His eyes were unceasingly staring at poor Manisha. "I'm sorry, dear.." lirih Andra then fell back down for the umpteenth time.
Nb: The most remarkable loss is the loss of someone who is usually present among us. Laugh with us, joke with us, and lose it when you realize that what you're doing makes that loss come sooner than you think.
+TBC
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