We, Without Me

Denial

The buzzing of Nita was accompanied by crying. One by one the strands of the word were thrown together with the breath, not sounding so clear. Saka had to string together every word spoken until his body snapped at the fact that Irma was gone.

Irma lost her fight on the cold table. Now the big pregnant woman Saka just found out as the former night worker has gone on a real eternity.

Standing Saka approaches a nurse who came out of the operating room carrying a red baby who now has to face the world alone. His first warm embrace was not from the figure who had been fighting over him.

The woman who was none other than the mother of the baby was stiffened. His body has not cooled, but believe me if soon the lifeless body behind the operating room will blend with the ground. Now, there is a promise that Saka made without a second thought that can change the little one's suffering in the future.

Forcibly pushing limp limbs that are still not able to support the weight of the body, spontaneously Nita stood up. A small run follows Saka who first rushes after the nurse who brought baby Irma into the intensive care room.

Both seem to care about hearing. Ignoring the call of one of the Doctors who treated Irma. Choosing to hunt the baby's loud cries that sound heartbreaking. Unfortunately, both Saka and Nita can only see all the quick actions given to baby Irma from behind the glass wall.

Exhaling heavily, Saka's sanity had returned to its usual state. Inevitably despite Irma being a stranger, Saka remains devastated by the shocking news of her death. “Sit there first, Nit,” pinta Saka gently, embrace and pull back Nita's shoulders slowly. Nil. Saka's actions failed. Nita fluttered with a silenced cry her lips quivered. The teenager was still in shock. Unable and unwilling to admit the harsh reality of Irma's departure.

Whether consciously or not Saka patted Nita's back gently. Of course, it does not mean anything other than asserting that both of them must be equally strong.

“A-I want bi-lang A-bang du-lu ...” Steadily Nita said as she pulled the phone out of her pocket. Occasionally sucked snot that feels clog the first respiratory tract.

The teenage girl went away. Keep the hand of Saka who is still attached to his back. Pass to the hospital floor and sit on the edge. Skilfully his fingers scrolled the phone screen, contacting a figure who was none other than Dimas.

Seconds.

Two seconds.

Five seconds later, Nita was still waiting for her call connection to be greeted across the street.

[Hello?]

Nita's cry broke again on Dimas' first greeting. The girl roared again, complaining about what had happened until she had difficulty breathing. No doubt Saka returned to calm the teenager who had been considered like a sister. Sweeps of affection and gentle pats on Nita's arm became one of Saka's ways to calm the crying that instead of subsiding, just silenced.

For a moment, Saka asks permission to take over Nita's conversation with Dimas. He asked Dimas to immediately notify the local RT chairman so that he could immediately take care of Irma's funeral. Not to forget Saka asked Dimas to give his cellphone number to the RT chairman as a party who helps take care of everything from the hospital.

The scenery wrapped in fleeting sadness actually looks sweet even though it is heartbreaking, all of it is not separated from the sharp highlight of Keven who is fixated in confusion. His brain tried to digest all the presumptions, but failed because of too many surprises he faced that day.

“Saka ...,” reprimands Keven behind Saka who is still wiping Nita's arm. Hesitantly Keven stared at Lamat Saka and Nita alternately. It is clearly visible the fine twitching adorns Keven's forehead.

Don't know why the air seems to disappear for Keven. The two people in front of Keven looked friendly. Although Keven obviously knew it was impossible for Saka to have such a strange relationship that crossed his brain. The reason is very obvious if the woman next to Saka is a teenager, a minor.

But it was Saka's attitude that rejected Alia, ignoring the frustrated screams of women who had been loved so much and even panic in the girl whose eyelids were almost closed swollen really makes Keven can not just eliminate the crazy thoughts.

“Not because of him. I and Alia are done of our will. She's my sister, not like the one in lo!”'s brain As if understanding the meaning of Keven's gaze, Saka snorted in annoyance at ending the ketus sentence he threw.

But instead of understanding, Keven was even more confused. He frowned, trying to remember all the cousins Saka had. Unfortunately all the Saka brothers that Keven knew were not the same age as the girl in front of him.

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Tak.

A bowl of meatballs was held in front of Ara. Hot steam steaming from the typical scented broth of beef and spices are teracik perfect, especially onions.

“Cuit to where, Ki?” ask Ara who had gone to the toilet located in their subscription meatball stall. Close to campus at a very affordable price.

“Out. There was a call from Nita,” replied Yuki weakly. His power seemed to have been drained to face Keven and push Om Yudith's car which suddenly broke down, running out of fuel.

Whether to be grateful or regretted, but thanks to the strike car Yuki can release the anger in Keven when spending extra energy pushing the car. Even Yuki did not care about being the spectacle of other riders and embarrassed Ara and Dimas who honestly wanted to stuff Yuki's mouth with socks.

One more thing that is quite grateful for the three young people is Mama Maria who separated from them in court for meeting old friends. Of course Mama Maria's departure is also at the request of Yuki who wants to spend time with Dimas and Ara. Although it is actually just an excuse because Yuki has not been able to linger with his mother.

“Oh ...” Nodding briefly Ara responded to Yuki's reply, her eyes aimed at the bowl of chicken noodles that Yuki had been constantly stirring. “Not good later if stirred continue to be like.”

“Suddenly no taste.” Putting down the fork that she had been using earlier, Yuki grabbed a glass of squeezed orange ice that was also not entertaining. Sipped by abundant water until almost spilled. Stirring slowly so that the sugar solution that settles merges with the melting ice cubes on the surface of the glass.

“I include insensitive people ...”

“Listen to me first, Ki!” ara growls with low intonation.

“Iya-iya,” said Yuki while nodding slowly while supporting her right cheek with a face facing Ara.

“I include people who are insensitive. Need a sentence to the point that is clear, firm and sure. Not everyone understands the code or understands the meaning of the gaze and actions of others. You are the sensitive type. But this time I doubt you are sensitive or not the same as your husband.”

“What do you mean, Ra?”

“According to me, we are eleven thirteen. I am the one who is really hard to be sensitive if not seriously listen. If he is between insensitive and actually sensitive but refuses to be sensitive. The logic is convoluted until finally what the heart says is always denied. Like we wrote the number 3. We are at a definite point, but as if we do not believe and turn. When we meet the end of a similar point we again twist, because what? Denial. Yes maybe like that his parable,” explained Ara to Yuki. Chat at length while pouring sausage chili and soy sauce sweet.

“Kok tumben a lot of talk anyway, Ra? Didn't really expect me. Ordinary wise to say it too irit. I swear, I should have recorded,” as well as Yuki who chuckled at Ara.

“Cih ... Don't switch the conversation! Don't follow me!” Yuki's temple manoyor, Ara was grieving. “I just give you an opinion. Not to prevent or defend your husband. Whether you separate or not, it's all about your heart and your decisions. I say this so you can end the hatred that you are growing up with. For your own peace of mind.”

Sighing for a short breath, Ara threw her gaze at her bowl of meatballs that were still intact. ‘I've been in a position to really hate. Even revenge destroys the lives of others. But instead of being happy, I was even more tormented in the shackles of that hatred.’ Remember Ara while chewing lazy meatballs that do not arouse his taste.

The sauce that was originally scented with beef broth and the onion that shook the tongue turned into a sea of soy sauce in Ara's eyes. Too much soy sauce poured because it focused on a series of sentences delivered to Yuki until almost 7 spoons of cayenne pepper chili added does not disguise the sweet taste of soy sauce. Even if Yuki who was told to lick a little bit of Ara's meatballs must immediately scream spiciness.

“This time I went straight home. There's a man behind the house who died. No family. Nita was also in the hospital again, he said. After the same business Mr. RT like I want to follow Nita first,” said Dimas who had sat in his chair again.

For a moment restored the messy hair, trying to examine the situation that is facing his sister, Nita. Dimas was completely shocked when he heard the voice of an adult male who introduced himself as Saka.

The brief meeting with Saka who had been too long did not make Dimas forget the words and sounds typical of Saka. In silence Dimas suspected Saka who had just talked to him by phone and Saka who he knew was the same person.

“You want me to drive you? Later Nita will come home to come with me, you bring Nita motorbike, Dim,” said Ara offered help as well as advice to Dimas.

“Mending home rest there, Ra. I'm afraid that Om Yudith's car breaks down again if it's taken everywhere.”

“I-iya also sih ...” Scratching her non-itchy temples, Ara nodded in agreement to Dimas' words. “OK lah... So this run out directly between Yuki we keep separating there, go home each.”

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Drapery.

Drapery.

Drapery.

The echoes of irregular footsteps hitting the ceramic floor of the hospital hallway caught Keven's attention. But believe me, it is not the echo that now disturbs him, but the woman who runs with the figure of a young man who splashes jealousy in Keven's heart.

“Yuki ...,” shrewd Keven, his eyepiece highlights every move Yuki has yet to notice Keven's whereabouts.

Accelerating his pace, Keven pulled Yuki who was about to follow Dimas who was already quite far from the reach of the two.

“Heehh!!” Yuki's curvature is weakening. Climbing at the figure who had grasped his hand forcibly. Pulling strong until the body that wants to move it seems to bounce and return to its original point. “Mas Keven?!”

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Imagine being Yuki then, roughly what would it do?🤔

If I want to directly slam Keven ya😂

Thank you for waiting for the Yuki😘 story