Women Rolling
Chapter 5's
Notes; This story carries a back and forth groove. If read with feelings, God can be understood.
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Beep beep beep
The roaring sound of a ventilator broke the silence in the room with the pungent aroma of disinfectant, the, as if to be an escort for the voyage of the soul who was lying unconscious on a white painted gurney also sheets with the same color.
Austin ....
It had been more than twelve hours for the man to lie helplessly, as a result of an accident on the race track this afternoon.
The pale face in the mouth and nose covered with an oxygen mask, appears to evaporate in his wheeze.
Beside the man, Tara sat propped up with her elbows resting on a mattress that her best friend slept with while not looking at the pale face that was closed.
Time has shown at 02:00 in the morning. But Tara still tried to stay awake, although her pair of eyes clearly showed fatigue that demanded release.
"When did you wake up, anyway, Le?" The voice of Tara. "What did you learn to die?" ask the madman who might be on the lizard chasing in the corner of the wall. "That's so hard I didn't wake up!"
Seconds crawl for minutes, then walk up to a matter of hours.
Four hours later ....
A nurse was busy flicking through the window curtains to let the sun shine into the room, creating a warmer atmosphere around it.
Tara, who had probably closed her eyes for two hours, was seen piqued beside Austin. He raised his head and body to a stand. A moment rubbed his eyes that still felt faint to reach a clear view.
He's surprised!
Austin was sitting with his back pressed against a pillow propped to the head of the bed.
"Le! When did you wake up?!" just ask spontaneously. At first glance he patted Austin's shoulder. Her lips twitched a happy smile.
But something is strange. His anxiety seemed to be ungreet. Austin's expression was beyond Tara's expectations. The bule man just silently looked at him with a flat highlight, but sharp enough for the gaze of a friend who often threw jokes at each other every day.
And Tara did not catch the slightest lie or pretence in those red eyes. Because Austin's not a guy who likes to pretend.
The same look as when he met the man the first time, Tara thought looking over. Cold and flat.
"Lu baek-baek, right, Le? Your nutmeg still hurts?!" He's still trying.
....
Stay same! Austin remained silent as if he did not know her.
"Le!"
And stay the same!
Why is this a kid? Possession? ask Tara's heart to be confused.
Until the next minute, the voice that Tara desperately wanted to hear was finally hissing ...
"Who are you?!"
For the first time in her life, Tara felt pain in her chest. Feel pounded repeatedly and getting stronger until he can not stand it, then cry like a stray PAUD child stray his mother.
Amnesia!
Said the short-headed bald doctor half that ... Austin has amnesia! Which cannot even be explained, whether the verdict is temporary.
Standing next to the door of the doctor's room that she had met a moment ago, Tara leaned her back with her head turned upward against the wall behind her.
"Why so gini, anyway? What is the sin of the Bule Ampe made jereng model so?" tara was desperate. Then she pulled her body to the floor. Bend the leg to then immerse his head between the knees he hugged. "Kalo you cross mind kek gini, means cave kudu nata your brain from the beginning again, Le! Really happy you!" Then he lifted the face and then rubbed it rough. "This abbis, you must buy the cave mansion segede alakajim on the top of the Himalayas anyway, Le. Point!"
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Six months later ....
A shabby, knee-length negligee patterned in withered batik that looks dull faded, clad in the body of a woman who stepped slowly over the sidewalk on the edge of the road. White feet that look dusty on the bottom with a pair of blackish-brown flip-flops that have been thinned eaten aged wear.
An iron of pinky, with a length of approximately half a meter, the tip of which forms a curve similar to a hook, he used to reach glass and plastic bottles used in packaging drinks, he said, then he put it in a moustache sack that dragged one part of his hand to another.
Seen occasionally he stopped just to wipe the sweat droplets that flowed from the head to his face, as well as the roar of breathing that began irregular. Moreover, the junkyard he had dragged was almost full, making his steps stumble over the weight objection.
Seemed again rubbed while looking down, fat stomach in which contains another life entrusted by God to him.
Yep!
Nasty Jasmine. She is currently pregnant. A reality that had him completely thrown into a pitiful, heartbreaking ravine, also shattered him.
The seed grew in her womb after it was forcibly planted by a savage man whom she would always remember until at any time. The fetus that had intended to be aborted because it was clearly - again - a burden, according to Jasmine in the shallowness of her mind.
But the action was then stopped, because it seems like God does not want the insolence.
Those little creatures, still alive with a tremendous active spirit, to sometimes make Jasmine's stomach tickle that increasingly bulged as she grew.
But still bitter! His life was completely below the red line that grabbed the weakest point.
He was stranded in the big city he is now tracking, after getting off the tub car containing various types of vegetables, six months ago. When he escaped from the pursuit of the bad people who did not expect much from him.
Without a place to go home.
That bitterness had even been described as long as the tub car drove, taking him somewhere.
And it turns out Jakarta!
Applying for a job at a company obviously will not be able to, when the diploma even KTP-pun not in his hands. Although it was his hometown, it felt like hell when there was no one he could ask for help.
With a shabby appearance with one shirt that even days without a replacement, Jasmine is getting harder and harder to get a job, even if only in a small coffee shop on the side of the road.
He cooks food from several garbage cans in front of restaurants or food outlets through his footsteps. Shame was sacrificed in order to keep her stomach filled. Jasmine no longer cared.
Not infrequently the owners of the restaurant expel and rebuke him inhumanely just because of his appearance that almost resembles a beggar. Or sometimes someone kindly gives him a packet of rice. Jasmine experienced many stifling things in some time when it was.
Until an angel was sent down by God to help his troubles. Just think of it that way.
A thin old woman he accidentally meets on the side of the road invites him to go home and live with her. It was the moment in which Jasmine was crying sobbing lamenting bad luck to so many times in her life.
The old woman was just a scavenger who lived in a house whose entire wall was made of used zinc and rusted, on the banks of Ciliwung times, Jakarta City. And now the woman was also gone two months ago, due to the complications she had suffered over the past year.
