When you kissed me

17. What happened that time

“You don't deserve to date my son!” snapped at someone tall and dashing. He's probably about 53 years old.

While someone who is being snapped can only sit quietly in a chair. In the BP room. The name tag on her left chest reads, Yoga Pramana. Yeah, there he is.

“Please sorry..” Yoga ventured to stare at the person. “If you can tell, who are you?”

“You don't know who I am yet, ha?” jolt Gibran with a high tone to make Yoga down.

“I'm Moli's parents, the girl you're dating. You are shameless! Who are you?” gibran snapped again while pounding the table. This isn't the room, but it's no reason for Gibran not to get emotional.

After getting word from someone he didn't know, Gibran immediately came to the Moli school.

Waitaminute! Didn't both of Moli's parents come to Indonesia one day before leaving again abroad? How did he get to meet a stranger?

“Don't see my son again! Do you understand?” Gibran stood leaning, staring at the fierce Yoga.

“I don't want to, my only daughter has a lover like you! Still a boy but already dare to date, learn the stupid! basic shameless!” continue Gibran again without reducing the height of his speech.

What can Yoga do? There's none. Yoga knows itself. Currently he is still sitting on the bench of Junior High, it is appropriate if he is still a boy. And right again, his job right now is to learn. But, what about this feeling, this heart?

“Sorry om.. but I love Brother Moli.”

Gibran chuckled at the Yoga. His words sounded so funny when he got into his eardrum. Gibran kicked the table again. It wasn't as hard as it was, but this time the look in his eyes was more terrifying than before.

“Listen yes..” Still staring at Yoga's face. “Moli already has a husband. Moli is about to graduate school. What can you give Moli Gibran sneered again no matter how Yoga felt today.

Husband-to-be? Moli has a husband?

Yoga pensive, his mind is really messed up. He did not expect that Moli already had a future husband. Why not tell a story? Yoga still remained pensive as he looked at his fingers twisting each other.

“I warn you once again!” Gibran pointed right at the Yoga jidat. “Sway Moli. Remember that! Moli already has a husband.”

Moli already has a husband...

Moli already has a husband...

You snot boy!

Aaaaaaaa!!!!

Hiduprak!

Yoga screamed as loud as possible, sitting with the eyes wide. Cold sweat soaked his entire body, breaking through his clothes. His breath was hunting. Both of his shoulders rose and fell along with his already irregular breathing.

Czechoslovakia!

Brak!

“Yoga, why are you? Why are the nights screaming?” after pushing the door hard, Santi immediately approached Yoga who was still gawking while breathing.

“Why you?” Santi sat on the edge of the bed, while his fingers patted the soft feet of Yoga covered in blankets.

Actually Santi was so surprised, this is the fourth time Yoga woke up at night because of nightmares. The third one did happen a long time ago, exactly one week after his lover left and did not give news for years.

“Sayang..” Santi grabbed the trembling hand of Yoga. “What do you dream of?” Santi was feeling anxious. He did not want the nightmare Yoga this time was about chaos in the past. Santi hopes it's not that.

“Moli who is it, ma? Who's Moli?” Yoga took off Santi's hand and moved to hold both of Santi's shoulders.

The deg!

Santi. So right, the nightmares about the past. Why is this happening again?

“Ma...answer!” Yoga shook Santi's shoulder again. “Who is Moli?”

“Aagg!” Yoga grimaced while holding his head.

“Yoga! You why?” Santi asked in panic.

Yoga still presses the head with both hands.

Yoga! I love you elo.

Yoga! Hugged me.

“Aaaagghhh!” Yoga is screaming again. The shadow made his head feel even more painful.

“Yoga! Look mama... Yoga!” Santi tries to reach for Yoga's head but is hindered by the tight grip of Yoga's hand which still presses his aching head.

Bugh!

Yoga collapses and falls, lying on the bed.

“Yoga!” shouted Santi. “Yoga... wake up baby.. mama please, you wake up.”.

Yoga closed his eyes. His face looks so pale. Trying to eliminate the panic, Santi immediately rushed to call the ambulance. Before the ambulance came, Santi had asked his neighbors for help to lift the body Yoga. Thankfully, their neighbors were good. Anyone who needs help will be helped as much as possible.

It was already one in the morning, and Yoga was already lying in the ER room with an infusion hose on the wrist. Tonight there is certainly no doctor who works, so with anxiety, Santi was forced to wait for the doctor to check Yoga the next day.

Santi sat in a chair facing Yoga. “Sorry mom, baby...” said Santi while sticking one palm of Yoga on the cheek. Santi started sobbing.

The last three know, their lives are indeed not good, not only have they felt a shortage because of the departure of their second husband, but also feel various problems that arise alternately. They were still lucky, at least after leaving Yudha's house, Santi still had a job even though with a salary that might only be enough to eat and finance Yoga school.

“Sorry because my mom never told me. Not because mama wants to keep it a secret, but..” Santi lowered his head while kissing the back of Yoga's palm. “Mama is just not ready to see you 9confusion and mama is also not ready to rain questions because of your curiosity.”

“Mama just wants you to always be okay. Enough already you are suffering because mom once married again.” His tears were getting louder, but the person who was still lying weak had yet to open his eyes.

“Yoga, sorry mama. Maybe if mama told me everything from the beginning, it would not happen like this,” regrets Santi. Still sobbing and without feeling his head was lying while hugging the palm of Yoga.

“Mama sorry.”

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