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Episode 5's

            Aleta ran in the hospital hallway. His face was pale. The news of midnight drifting onto his phone clearly made him panic. All this time Aleta thought everything would be fine as time went on. However, Aleta's guess was gravely wrong. The woman is now giving up on the situation and inevitably delivered to the white building which should have been a temporary residence for her a month ago.

            “Room 204, Non!”

            The voice came back. Mbok Minah's voice that managed to disturb his deep sleep due to problems for the sake of problems that continue to bother him all day. Initially, the woman was put into the ICU room due to her condition which dropped drastically. But the rapid progress he experienced suddenly, which made him transferred to an ordinary room this afternoon.

             “She keeps mengingau calling Non Aleta. Come yes, Non.”

             The voice continued again which made Aleta stop her steps. His gaze was straightened to the woman who had just come out of the hospital room numbered 204. A mournful look of sadness emanated on her face that made the blood on Aleta's body rustle painfully. A moment he was bowed, yet a few seconds later, he swept a glance to the right and left of the hospital hallway. His gaze came to a halt when he saw Aleta standing not far from him.

             “Non!” his cry followed by a quick step ran over and hugged him tightly. “Mother has been waiting from earlier.” Mbok Minah let go of a hug, letting Aleta step past her and stop right in front of the door where the woman was being treated.

             There was a sudden ferocity present. Aleta is still not ready to see a woman who prefers a painful world over to join her in painting a new world. Women who still believe that everything will be fine by staying in a house that is now like hell with haunted by the shadows of good times but stabbing the heart if it continues to remember it forcibly.

             Aleta took a deep breath, raising her right hand which was now shaking to grab the doorknob. Her tears are dripping. A longing was present in his heart even though the brain still asked to leave. Aleta swallowed her own saliva, and began to pull the doorknob down to open. The door was opened, Mbok Minah smiled seeing him who was now entering like never before, looking from afar and leaving without saying a word. Mbok Minah, who wants Aleta to be more free inside, chose to sit in the outside seat to let Aleta alone enter to enjoy a second by second reunion with the woman she loves so much.

             He's right there. Lying with both eyes closed and a pale face. His body was thinner than before he left. Her hair that used to be shoulder-length, looked unkempt. The beautiful hair that always managed to make Aleta tetrtasleep soundly by twisting it in her own fingers. Aleta approached, noticing the infusion needle attached to her right hand. It was so heartbreaking that Aleta herself was unable to hold back the tears to fall through both cheeks. Standing beside her, paying attention to every curve of the fifty-year-old woman's face and occasionally turning her face the other way, trying to hold back the increasingly heavy tears falling weakened her.

             “Ma ... Aleta came,” he said softly, venturing to hold the left hand of the woman who still closed her eyes tightly.

             “If only Mama would listen to Aleta, Mama wouldn't be like this.” Aleta wiped her tears, pulled the mucus in her nose and then looked back at the woman who was still reluctant to open both eyes.

             “Build, Ma. We start everything from the beginning.” Aleta rubbed her soft mama's back. “Aleta promise, will not leave Mama again.”

             Aleta dropped her head on the chest of the woman she loved so much, crying bitterly breaking the silence that was originally present adorning the VIP room where the thick-browed woman lay. Her right hand hugged her body tightly, as if it did not want to let go a second time.

            Biyan stared in surprise when she found Aleta's seat empty. Almost all the students in Aleta's class were present, but the girl with bangs was not even visible to her nose. Biyan who accidentally passed Aleta's class when the second lesson was just starting, made her pause for a moment. Back to pay attention to every corner of the classroom hoping there is Aleta there who deliberately changed seats. But unfortunately, even Bimo's cynical gaze that caught his eyes.

            Reluctant to look for trouble, Biyan decided to step away. But unfortunately, Bimo who was provoked by emotions, immediately asked for permission to go out and chase Biyan who almost reached the bathroom of a guy. Biyan stopped, and turned around. Replying to the gaze of Bimo who stepped closer to him.

            “What do you mean look inside, mistress Aleta, yes?!” bimo snapped while rejecting Biyan's right shoulder.

            “Luck it, I just need to be with him. Not more.”

            “Since when do you have any business with Aleta!”

            Biyan took a deep breath, trying to neutralize himself while looking for ideas to avoid a fight with the famous guy thug. Her memory drifted to Diana—guru Maths Mother Aleta—tadi early in the morning. Biyan smiled and casually looked back at Bimo who was now shaking his waist.

            “Gue just wanted to send a message from Diana's mother, if Aleta was called to her room after school.”

            Bimo laughs interruptedly, “Excellent reason loe.”

            “Ya .. whatever. If you don't believe me, please ask yourself Miss Diana.” Biyan raised one of her eyebrows. “Sorry, I'm going to the bathroom. If you still want to talk and can't wait, follow me just into.”

            Bimo's gaze turned disgusted. Just leaving without saying anything made Biyan momentarily laugh at the expression on her face. Biyan let out a long sigh, her laughter disappeared changing flat expression as usual. His gaze returned to Bimo who shrank from both eyes. Grabbing a cell phone in a pants pocket, and trying to find one name in the contacts. There was the name Aleta there which made Biyan again sigh long.

            Biyan's thumb was pointing at the caller button. Intent on suppressing it, but fear comes back to haunt. He was afraid that Aleta at this moment did not want to be disturbed. Or she was afraid, Aleta was furious and nagged as usual. Although to be honest Biyan liked Aleta's expression while nagging was unclear.

            Biyan returned the display screen of his mobile phone to the initial display. Storing back into the pants pocket, then stepping into the bathroom with a feeling of overwhelming confusion. A moment of standing in front of a rectangular shaped mirror filled almost the entire right side of the bathroom. His blank gaze led to his reflection, sighing long considering Aleta's innocent demeanor during the helmet incident in the school parking lot. Biyan had witnessed Aleta's annoyed face when she returned the helmet to her hand and turned away. Biyan smiled faintly, shook her head slowly and went into one of the WC doors and closed it from the inside.