You're Me She

76. Hope is dashed

"Here you! Coming in!" Roughly, Anton pulls the collar of Putra's Batik shirt and pushes him into the ICU room where Alia is lying weak. Several nurses at the end of the hall ran to prevent Anton and his entourage from entering the ICU. But too late, the man and his entourage had already entered and were inside the room.

"Sir.. What's wrong?" Asked the nurse who looked panicked at the commotion made by Anton.

"Shut up! I want to tell this man the result of his actions!"

"But sir, the patient is....

"Shut up!" Anton snapped, pointing at the nurses.

"Do you know if my son is like this because he was made by this bastard!" Ask her with an emotional look.

"But you tea don't be rude as well as my son!' His mother still tries to protect her son.

"Shut up! you old lady! You don't know shit! You see my son, are you satisfied to see my son's suffering!"

The two sons' parents fell silent, and they saw Alia lying unconscious on the bed. The poor girl breathes oxygen. On his left wrist was a bandage that looked like his bloodstains. Her right hand was stuck with a needle for a blood transfusion. At Alia's feet were also seen needles infused for the recovery of her body.

"Do you see it!" Stomach Anton again.

Both parents of the Son fell silent and bowed in shame.

Oma who had insisted on keeping Alia, even though the nurse had forbidden her to be in the room, also moved from her seat. Then he walked up to Anton with tears falling on his cheek. The old woman handed him a piece of paper, which Alia prepared as her last message, if only she died from her suicide attempt.

Anton grabs the paper and reads it with tears beginning to drip down his cheeks. His body trembled and both knees felt limp. Starting from crying without a sound to anton sobbing for reading Alia's message on the piece of paper. While Putra who has been battered, looks curious about what the contents of the letter. The fear grew even more, after Anton finished reading the letter. Anton's expression was so violent, the man seemed ready to kill himself.

"Good night, what's going on?" Some security guards entered the room.

"Sir... Sir... Please help me, sir.." The son crawled up and hugged one of the legs of a security man. He tried to find refuge with anyone, he knew in Anton's hands he would not be given a chance to live again.

Anton stepped over to the two men's parents. Then he handed over a paper that read Alia's message, to be read by the parents of the Son.

"You who always stand up for your children. You guys read this. To let you know, what the result of your upbringing is like."

The parents of the Son looked at each other, then doubtfully the mother Son grabbed the paper from Anton's hand.

"Sir, it's better to settle outside. Not here. If you love your father. My son is receiving intensive care, sir. His condition is critical." The nurse tried to remind Anton once again.

But it's all free. It's like he didn't hear anything. The man who had been looking gallant and strong was sitting on the floor, squeezing his hair as hard as he could. He cried so much for what happened to his only child.

"Ohimera..." He called Alia by the roar of tears that kept wetting her cheeks.

While the parents of the Son who just finished reading the message can only be silent. They looked at the Son with a look of great disappointment. It wasn't just Anton who was devastated. But the parents of the Son also felt the world was doomsday. Their hopes and pride in the Son disappeared instantly. They really did not expect that behind their back, Putra had a very shameful behavior and smeared their surnames. His mother Putra was sitting limp on the floor. The old woman was crying while patting her chest that felt tight.

"Jang.O Allah jang. You're the one I'm proud of.. The mother who always put her highest hopes on you, the mother who always defended you, the mother who always gave you affection in the hope that you can be a proud person.. It turns out that reality is not at all."

The son fell silent, only this time did he get such words from his mother. All this time he always grew up with words of puja and praise, but this time not.

Again the Son could only be silent. In his heart, guilt began to appear. When no one else was defending him. Even her mother who always defended herself now also blamed herself. He began to think that he was really guilty. He began to think he was a complete loser.

"Mom.. sir. I'm sorry..." The son crawled up to his parents. But both of his parents flinch with disappointed looks.

"I'm sorry, too, sir.." The son crawled towards Anton who was sitting languidly on the floor.

The man also flinched. He continued to look at the Son with a vengeful look.

"Exit now or are we calling the police?" Ask security who has since asked them all to solve problems elsewhere. One by one they stood up and left the room, according to the instructions of the security responsible for security at the hospital. Except for Anton, the man was silent, he was still sitting on the floor with a face that looked as if his life had come to an end.

"Antonne.." Calling oma, the old woman tried to help Anton to get out of his seat. The man slowly moved from the floor. Then he walked over to Alia who was lying on the bed. He looked at the face of his daughter who was struggling to live. Then he looked at the wound on Alia's wrist that was already on the bandage. His heart was broken. Her hopes are dashed by her cousins. What father is not broken when he sees his only daughter lying weak like that because of a jerk who has ruined his daughter's future?

"Antonne.." Call oma again. The old woman led Anton out of the room. Anton complied without a word of rebuttal. He walked out of the room with an injured face.

"Solve the gospel, however you want." Ima's whisper to Anton.

Anton looked at the woman who had given birth to him. Then she hugged her mother tightly.

"Anton nitipi Alia yes mam." His whispers.

"Yes. solve this problem."

"Yes mam." Her speech.

Anton released his embrace from the body of the oma. He looked at his son and his parents. He also looked at everyone who was there one by one. His mysterious gaze made one by one the people he looked at felt trepidation and anxious waiting for the decision to be taken by the man.

"Let's go to the police station" Anton said firmly.

The deg!

Anton's remarks just made the Son and his parents suddenly anxious. They do not want this issue handed over to the authorities. Because it is certain that the Son will be punished in accordance with the demands that Anton wants.

"Sir.. but. can't we solve it in a familial way? I'm willing to marry Alia." The son fell to his knees before Anton.

"Married my daughter?" Anton laughed and shook his head. He could not believe what the Son had just said.

"Yes sir, I am willing to change and take responsibility. I will love Alia, and unite her."

Anton smiled again, then his emotions were re-ignited.

Bugs!

He landed a punch right on the nose of the Son. Fresh blood returned from the Son's nose, which was drooping on the floor, and the Son was unconscious.