Woman, Don't Go From Me
CH-10
The middle-aged woman stared intently at the woman who was leaning on her patient bed. Confused what to say for her child to acknowledge who the male is responsible for the baby in the womb.
"Dear?" Ask the woman firmly.
The image of silence does not spit a word out of his lips.
"Must be Haris, right? Who else would you be related to if not him? I didn't think a man who looked so good was so depraved.." Bu Asih's face was red. The wrinkles on his forehead always appear when he is emotional.
"The line is not wrong.. " Can't stand his mother who continued to curse Haris Citra finally opened her voice. Where could he possibly let a man who did not know what to get a condemnation from his mother.
"You mean?" Ask mom impatient.
The image took a long breath. He now dares to look at his mother's face.
"Not Haris.." The image shook its head and began to sob.
Bu Asih was devastated to see her teary-eyed son. He shouldn't have pressed his son like this. She stroked the hair of Citra gently.
"You know?" Maam Asih started to say softly.
"Your father died in an accident on his way to the hospital.." Ma Asih was silent for a moment.
" At that time mom was struggling to give birth to Dila, your sister. Father hurriedly drove his car, it was raining. Belaiau tried to avoid pedestrians who were about to cross, but..." Bu Asih could not continue his words because he was holding back the tightness given the bitter incident he had experienced.
"Dad even hit the road barrier. "bu Asih silenced his own mouth.
The image clasped his mother's hand tightly. It is fitting that his mother always avoided the question of how his father died. It turned out to be so painful to talk about.
"Then I don't want you to experience something like Mom! Struggling in childbirth without the father of this child.." Bu Asih stroked Citra's stomach.
The image fell silent, she had never thought of giving birth to this child like her mother had said. But if you think again this child is innocent. He's like a white, spotless paper. It's just that she grew up in the body of an unmarried woman.
"So tell mom who's that guy?" Bu Asih returned with a firm tone.
"Do you want me to die soon, son? Please answer mom! That man must be responsible!!" Please bu Asih.
The image is not warty. His mouth did not want to say who the man was.
Bu Asih suddenly stood up and grabbed a knife lying on the table in the corner of Citra's bed. Wild image, he thought Asih foam might do something reckless.
Sure enough, Asih put the knife on his wrist.
"Mother.." Pekik Citra tried to get out of bed.
"Say!! You know a reckless mother.. Tell me or mom scratches mom's hand!! " Mam Asih threatened with a knife that was still in the same position.
Sorry son, only this way can you tell the truth.. Inner froth Asih.
"You put that knife down !! " Please Image with pity.
"No, don't make me ask again!!"
"Partra tell mom ! Please put the knife down first." Pinta Citra.
Bu Asih slowly shifted his knife.
"The man who almost hit Citra on the street.."
Citra said with sadness.
"He did that ma'am.."
Bu Asih was surprised. The guy who almost hit Citra ? It means the man who drove them to the hospital. Why does he not seem to know his son? He should have hurriedly left them.
"How do you know a man like that?" Ask bu Asih astonished.
"The image doesn't know him.." Replied Citra slowly almost inaudible by bu Asih.
"Unacquainted? Then how could he do such a thing to you? Huh uh?" Bu Asih gripped Citra's shoulder with his hand still holding the knife.
The image bit her lower lip, wanting to speak but unable to. But his mother must know this truth if she does not want to hurt him more.
"He abused Citra bu, Citra forced.." The image of looking down did not dare to look into the eyes of the mother.
"Bad!! mom not trima!! Tough mom raising mom's daughter, she's ruining things.." Bu Asih fiery fire.
"Mom.. Sorry Image!!" Citra Say.
Bu Asih sat in front of Citra and hugged her daughter.
"It's not you who's wrong, but the man.. He must take responsibility for what he has done.."
The image released his mother's embrace.
"What mother mean? Mom wouldn't make him marry me, would he?" Ask Citra curiously.
"Otherwise? You think mom's gonna let him get away with it? And let the mother's child bear the shame? " Abu Asih stared intently at Citra.
"No!! Until the end of the world, I will pursue the man bi*d*p it..!!"
"Mom.. Imagery.."
"Don't argue mom!" Cut the Asih foam.
The silent image did not resist, in fact he had never seen his mother's side like this. Bu Asih who had been gentle with a warm laugh arrived in one day changed like a wild lion mother who lost her child. But anyone would be the same if this happened to his son, right?
"Have it!! You stay here.." Bu Asih got up from Citra's bed.
"Mom.." Call Citra.
Bu Asih did not pay attention to the call of his son, passed leaving Citra alone.
Behind the door of Citra's room was treated, Ms. Asih took out a cell phone from her bag and dialed someone's number.
"Hello? Dila!! Go see Bayu, say mom wait at Pelita Medika hospital. You guys come in here?"
"Huhuh? The infirmary? Where is the hospital? Not going to the clinic?" Tanya Dila was curious from behind the phone.
"Not asked much!!"
Tutt..
Connection interrupted.
Dila who was eating her favorite seblak immediately stopped enjoying the fruitful food. He was about to bribe but not be.
"If to engage om Bayu is not a small problem.." Mumbles Dila.
Om Bayu is the younger brother of bu Asih, he is one of the most respected people in Citra region. Although not too old, but because of his wise attitude and can always bully people without physical treatment that makes others respect him.
"Don't let me guess.." Dila put her spoon on the bowl hard enough to make a sound.
"Sister Image pregnant.." Said Dila agape due to his own guess.
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