You My Bucin's

80. Bereft

"Mother, I'm sober, Alya wants to talk to me, mom,"

Alya looked at her mother while clasping her hand which was fitted with an infusion hose.

Early in the morning the girl ran straight to Nirmala's outpatient room without thinking about her recently recovered self. Even Alya unhesitatingly pulled out the infusion in his hand until blood flowed from his needle marks.

Alya was a little disappointed in her new twin saying in the morning not when her mother was first taken to the hospital. He is upset, so he insists on telling his twin to go to school, after all Alya will take care of their mother, no one should worry Melya.

"Mother, let's get up, Alya has been waiting four hours for me here" he told Nirmala who knew when he would wake up.

The girl sighed, keeping quiet without doing anything made her feel hungry, it was possible that if she went to the cafeteria for a while her mother would come to her senses.

"Mother, I went to the cafeteria first huh, hungry hehehe," he said then displaying a row of his teeth.

He was about to let go of his grasp but a miracle happened, his mother's hand moved, yes it's not wrong, there's no way Alya was hallucinating right?

"Mom, you're aware?" pekik Alya pleased.

His eyes now turned to look at his mother's moving eyelids.

"Alya, Alya,"

The girl bit her lower lip happy, her mother was still doting on her to the point that she just realized from her coma she immediately mentioned her name.

"Alya, are you here?" ask Nirmala lirih.

His eyes were now open looking at his smiling daughter with a worried look.

"Yes, I want you here" said Alya.

"Where's melya?"

"He went to school, Alya told him to."

Nirmala was silent, her tears flowing suddenly made Alya startled.

"Eh, sorry Alya ma'am, I mean let Melya be smart so I told her to go to school, besides I'm waiting for her, so gapapa now let me who-"

"Sorry Alya" said Nirmala. "I'm sorry for everything, sorry for being such a bad mother to you and Melya."

Nirmala closed her eyes for a moment feeling the pain attacking her head. He could not stand all this pain, whether mental or physical, everything was painful.

"Mother has always been the best mother Alya had, Melya must have been, too" her daughter replied.

Alya's words even more make himself sick, he became reminded of all the sins he had committed.

"Mom, sa-that's you Alya," he said stammeringly.

Alya tightened her grip with tears now flowing profusely. "Mom don't think weird, I need to get well."

"Enough until here our suffering dear, sorry mother can not be the best mother for you, hopefully Dinda can replace mother yes,"

The girl shook her head, she was getting more and more afraid of what her mother said.

"Please take Melya with you when mom is gone, take care of her. You also have to recover and do not delay the operation, I do not want you to follow, later I hit you there," said Nirmala ended with a piety.

"No, I'll take care of Melya, I'm not going anywhere" cried Alya.

Nirmala did not answer, now her eyes are wide open with convulsing bodies. He felt a tremendous pain running through his body, perhaps this is called sakaratulmaut?

The woman wanted to shout spilling over how sick she was right now, yet there was only a flashback that suddenly appeared in front of her. Memories when he found Aryan then hurt with a heart that continues to hope to the man until finally he tortured his two daughters.

"Ashhadu an laa ilaha illallah." Alya tried to lead her mother with increasingly heavy tears.

"Wa asyhadu anna muhammadar rasulullah,"

"Wa ashhadu anna muhammadar the Prophet." Nirmala said it well.

As soon as the woman's body becomes heavy, there is no more life, her spirit has returned to the Power.

"Alya! why are you crying?" melya shouted that suddenly came, but this was only ten in the afternoon.

His twin did not answer, he still sobbed while looking down with his hand still holding his mother's fingers.

"Alya, answer me! why are you crying?" The panicked Melya moved Alya's shoulder. "Java!" snapped it.

"Mom's calm Mel, she's not sick now."

...*****...

Losing a mother feels like the sky is collapsing, somehow a mother's attitude to her child still she is the first lamp that the child sees, she is the lamp.

"You are patient Al, Aunt Nirma will certainly be very sad if you see you cry continuously" said Ilham to calm Alya.

The girl rested her head on the shoulder of Inspiration while holding back all her might so as not to return to shed her tears.

"Crying aja Al, by crying someone we love will not return, but at least your cry can relieve a little tightness in your chest, rather than you can bear later your disease gets worse," sahut Aldian who is beside Ilham.

"Lo don't have to interfere," retorted Ilham ketus.

"Gue just don't want to see Alya go back to the hospital, in the operation he doesn't want to, right?"

"Are you Alya? a brother? didn't you? so mending diem deh."

Aldian snorted, he lost terribly, he answered also he was confused what to say. It is wrong indeed if without status, let alone like girls who already have engaged status. Aldian is crazy.

"Ilham, are you going to be angry with Alya?" alya asked while wiping her tears.

"Why? how could your mother be upset Al,"

"Well, because I haven't told mom about our relationship, she must be angry, dong,"

Ilham chuckled anxiously looking at Alya's plain face with a nose that was red like a tomato. "Will not be angry dong Al, mother must also know, maybe he is also here again hug you maybe," he said.

"Isn't he? mom here?"

"Yes, he said before forty days the soul of a person will be around us, look at us,"

Alya smiled, "I can hug mom?"

"Well, you can't dong, because now who can hug you, me."

Inspiration embraced Alya's shoulder, she hugged him to the point of forgetting the place they were stopping at.

"Bucin continues, even though again at the funeral," said Melya who came from behind.

"Ih, not also Ilham just nenangin Alya,"

"Pacifying by the way bucin, hot shade," said Melya as she glanced towards Aldian.

The guy walks away from the diet with his hands clenched, he can't stand the constant obscure jealousy.

"Come on, yok move on, yok can yok," he said encouraging himself.

"Move on from whom?"