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Workers in nurse-typical clothes filled Azalia's view. He arrived at the designated hospital. His steps lead him to the room where Rafka is. The smell of medicine wafted as soon as he stepped on the first floor of the hospital.
The nurses and the families of the patients filled the ground floor of the hospital. Azalia in black clothes stepped up with certainty. He believes, at this time Rafka must be having breakfast. His smile grew considering Rafka.
A white-painted door bearing the words VVIP 1 has greeted Azalia who stood sculpting. He hesitated to enter. As he was about to hold the doorknob, suddenly the door opened from the inside. His hand immediately he lowered as soon as he saw who was going to come out.
"Well, Azalia? How's it going, honey?" tanya Bunda Raya hugged Azalia.
Azalia did not hesitate to return the embrace. He cried, how Mother Kingdom was still as warm as before when they first met.
"I'm good, Bun," she replied after the hug came off.
"Have been here since? Why not come in?"
"Not long, Bun."
"Bun, who's coming?" A familiar voice entered Azalia's sense of hearing. A voice that he had missed this past week. The voice of his name filled Azalia's heart.
"You just go in. Mother wants to go ahead first." Mother Kingdom left the pair of young people without the intention of answering her son's questions.
Azalia nodded and looked at the middle-aged woman's back disappearing behind the hospital corridor. He exhaled slowly. Trying to neutralize a heart that has been beating unbecoming.
Rafka who did not get an answer from his mother continued to look at the door until finally he was stunned to see who entered. His heart rhythm is no longer regular. His ears are ringing. That look and smile she misses. He stared unblinkingly, enjoying a beautiful sculpture of God.
He smiled, but a second later he was stunned again because the girl in front of him stopped and instead cried.
For a moment he thought until his net caught a golden object on the girl's ring finger. He understood why the girl was crying. He tried to endure the hurt of the heart.
"Who are you here with, Li?" ask Rafka gently. However, behind his soft words there was a gaping wound until the pain could not be explained.
He tried not to cry. "Why do you have to be like this, Ka?" Azalia looked at Rafka with tears.
The young man in the hospital bed smiled sincerely. The smile that made Azalia's chest tight. It sounds heartbreaking. "Come here, are you not tired of standing still," said Rafka.
Azalia slowly approached Rafka while looking down. He did not dare to look at the young man in front of him. Why should Rafka behave like that? She should have been angry and angry because Azalia was getting married to someone else. How thought.
"Sit down, Lia." Rafka again softly. The voice he often heard when he did not follow the young man's will.
"Thank you." Rafka's words broke the silence between them.
Azalia looked up at the young man who was currently staring at the front window blankly. "For what?" ask Azalia lirih.
"Thank you for coming here to see me. Does ... your future husband know you're here?" Rafka turned to look at Azalia with a hard-to-understand look. Azalia was stunned by Rafka's question.
The two pairs of netra were staring at each other deeply, as if channeling longing, but pilu was so domineering that it became a barrier between two hearts that were calling out the name of its owner.
Azalia. "You should have permission first, Lia."
"What should I permit?! I don't love him, Rafka! Nope! I hate him and you, Rafka!" Divorce for the sake of tears accompanied the words of Azalia.
"Why ... Why didn't you come? Is that how your love makes me? Even just to listen to my explanation you didn't do, Rafka. Why do I have to feel like I'm on a cloud, and then suddenly fall down? Don't I deserve to be happy? Tell Rafka, tell me I was born to be a chess feeling."
Rafka feels dejavu with the words Azalia. He remembers asking his mother that question. Unknowingly, Rafka also shed tears. They love each other, but Rafka doesn't want to be selfish. Maybe they're not fools. Let the wound be present for the present and very time that will heal it.
Rafka doesn't want to argue. He chose to give up love with others. "Go home, Li. I'm it's okay. I don't want your future husband to think of anything–"
Azalia stared intently at Rafka and immediately cut off the young man's words. "You're upset with me? Would you rather retreat? Oh, it's true you're just playing me. I am stupid to believe in you. All right, I'm going home. But, one you should know. My goal here is not just to see you. But, also asking you to listen to my explanation and fight for me once again. Now, I'm wrong. I was expecting more. May you be happy with your decision."
Azalia ran out no matter the newly entered Mother Kingdom staring confusedly. Meanwhile, Rafka was stunned to hear Azalia's words. Is it really what he heard? Azalia asked him to fight back? He was still digesting everything, afraid that his hearing was wrong.
"Rafka, Azalia why? What have you done?" ask Bunda Raya.
Rafka looked over. "Bun, Azalia," she said plainly.
He who had felt right immediately rushed down from the hospital bed and ran after Azalia while shouting to call the girl's name. Leaving the mother still in confusion. He who was still weak and late to follow, made him lose the figure of the girl. Her tears are shed. "Stupid lo, Rafka! You idiot! You should be trying to fight!" he screamed while hitting his own head.
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