Women At the End of the Dusk

Bad News

Upon arrival at the hospital, Rafka was immediately handled by the doctor's trust and his mother's best friend. They were asked to wait outside.

The tearful divorce adorns the smooth cheeks of a middle-aged woman who still looks beautiful at her age who is no longer young. She kept praying for her son to be okay. She wanted to contact her husband, but forgot to bring a cell phone.

A few minutes later, the beautiful doctor in grey opened the door where Rafka was dealt with.

"Rani, how's Rafka doing? He's fine, isn't he?" Mother Kingdom immediately scouted her best friend. There was worry in the twinkle of his shady eyes covered in crystal shardings.

"You don't have to worry, Ray. Rafka is okay. He just lacked rest just as weakly. Please take care of her diet and get enough rest. He was treated first, yes, his condition is really weak. He will be transferred to a VVIP inpatient room. Oh, yeah, Rafka wasn't like this before. Is there a problem with your son?" ask Doctor Rani.

"Yes. He found his girlfriend with another man. I can't believe he was betrayed. I know how the girl is," said Bunda Raya.

"The story of the young is now troubling. Hopefully Rafka will improve soon. Please if you want to see him. I'm working again, yeah." Doctor Rani immediately left as answered by Bunda Raya and thanked each other.

***

The night wind blows. The cold wrapped around the frail body of a girl whose hair was left unraveled. He stood on the balcony guardrail of his room. Close your eyes, try to feel the cold that is able to penetrate the skin.

Slowly, he opened his two closed eyes. Looking up at the moon that radiates its beauty through its light. Her tears flowed, her shoulders trembled. His love story is not as beautiful as the full moon tonight.

He raised his left hand. There, a gold ring on his ring finger. A ring from a man she doesn't love. A man who is considered a destroyer of his happiness in the future. Should he take his love for granted? Should he forget Rafka who did not come to fight for him or just hear his explanation?

He lowered his head while holding firmly the balcony railing of his room. His heart was broken and he sobbed in the inevitable claustrophobia. His first love had to run out. The date of the wedding has been set, two weeks away. It made himself worse. 'Rafka, should I forget about you? Should .. should ....' His mind was unable to continue sentence after sentence which would make him even more crushed.

It dissolves in endless turmoil until its auditory senses catch the sound of the incoming call sign cell phone. Soon he went in and headed for the nightstand, where his cell phone was. 'Great Mother?' He looked confused by the name listed. He wiped his tears and took a slow breath.

"Hello, Azalia," greeted the Mother Kingdom as soon as her call was lifted.

"I–iya, Bun." Azalia was still trying to control herself so as not to go back sobbing.

"Azaly. Honey, are you busy tomorrow?" Azalia heard Rafka's mother ask very carefully.

"No, Bun. What's up?" ask Azalia.

"Can you come to the hospital tomorrow, honey? Rafca

... Rafka, dia–"

"Rafka why, Bun? What happened to Rafka? He's okay, isn't he?" Azalia worried. He bit his finger.

"He's all right. But, he often mentioned your name in his sleep. He also does not want to eat. Mother asks you to come tomorrow. Encourage him to eat. Mother, do not know how to. Please Mother, Azalia," said Mother Raya while crying.

Azalia is shocked by Rafka who is currently in the hospital. Her crying broke again considering Rafka was lying in the hospital. That is the effect of the incident. He thought only he felt bad, Rafka was more than that.

"God willing, Bun. Lia make sure it comes tomorrow. Later Mommy will send the name of the hospital and the room. Lia's coming." Azalia excitedly assented.

"Thank you, honey. Mommy wait for your presence tomorrow." The call was interrupted after Azalia answered and said greetings to each other.

Azalia sat on the floor hugging her knees. He drowned his face there. His shoulders were shaking violently. "Shall you do all that, Rafka? Why do you have to hurt yourself?" muttered.

The night is getting late, as late as Azalia lamented her love story.

***

Azalia plans to visit Rafka. About Alham, he did not take a headache because since the application event they never met or just involved in small talk via mobile phone. The two did not exchange mobile numbers.

At the dinner table, Azalia tried to finish her meal. Meanwhile, Sesil seems upset that Azalia will marry their former lecturer who is fairly handsome and rich.

'Ah, if it's like this I feel like a loss. Rafka does not want to be the same as me and Azalia even more than Rafka. I'm supposed to be looking for an old, drunk man. Ahhhh!' Sesil who was grumbling in his heart did not realize if he slammed the spoon so hard, so everyone who was there looked at him.

"Why you?" ask Papa Rusdi.

"A–e–eh, that's okay, really. Sorry," said Sesil.

"Eat and immediately go to college. When are you at the thesis?" Papa Rusdi looked at Sesil inside.

Sesil shrieked at the gaze of his papa. "Next week, Pa," he tweeted.

Brak!

Papa Rusdi hitting the table made a very loud noise. They jumped, shocked by it. But not for Azalia. Even though her father said he would make her happy.

"Why do you always say next week continue, Sesil? Don't try to lie Papa or Papa will come to your campus!" yells.

Azalia who did not want to get involved in the quarrel chose to move on. "Where are you going, son?" His papa's voice turned soft when he saw him standing up.

"You're out, Pa. There's some bad business. I'm saying yes." He greeted his papa, then looked doubtfully at his mother who kept eating.

Papa Rusdi who understood immediately told Azalia to go and advised her to be careful in riding a motorcycle. Yes, Azalia chose to ride the bike until now so as not to overtake little by little when it was jammed.

He stepped onto his parked motorcycle and headed straight for the hospital. Split the streets of the capital that began to be crowded with vehicles.

His heart continued to murmur prayers for Rafka to be fine. The golden light reflected from the ring on his left ring finger again presents a tightness. Should he let go for a while? Should he hide it? But, it's all useless. He had said that another man had asked for it.

He was again hit by an uproar, will Rafka not expel him? Will that gaping massive heart wound ever again cause untold pain? All those questions revolved like a cassette tape in his head. He almost fell if he did not grab the brake quickly. The car in front of him instantly stopped suddenly and came out a man he was so familiar with.

"Him?" lirih Azalia

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