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“Anooo... Have you finished talking about her chest?”

“Sorry, Aam. Indeed he is it.. Little, ahemmm...Sinting.”.

“I understand, ahemmm.. So, she's from your class, huh?”

Pretending the same cough has rung twice to bring things back. Under my own orders, Novi returned to the original topic, although here Ari seemed to want to bury himself into the shadow of the tree he was holding right now.

 “Iya it is true, Ida Permatasari it from my class. But, he seems to rarely enter school, the entry of it every 2 - 3 times a week.”

“Never come in? Is he sick or has other obstacles?”

I questioned as my face slightly drew closer to them.

“Sorry, Aam. I also don't know any information about Ida.”

It turns out that the two of them really do not know the slightest information about Ida Permatasari. Is that guy really mysterious, huh?

“Then, thanks for the information, yes.”

Just at the crossroads of the turn road leading to the hospital, the three of us had stopped, then waved each other and said.

“Sunday to see you again huh? You be careful on the road yes, Aam.”

The three of us took a different way home, separated.

“Ya, thank you. Oh yes, you guys are also careful when you go home.”

I had a chance to look at them, Novi and Ari from the same point of view, to make sure that the two of them were right to take their way to his place, of course, they're heading in the opposite direction from me who's now heading to the hospital right now.

At the right time, I was greeted again by some of my classmates and of course they were also my friends but a little often restless in class.

“Sore, bro.”

“Ohhh... Afternoon also, bro.”

While rebuking and greeting each other lightly during the afternoon with my classmates, still in the neighborhood and I headed straight there.

The old hospital building. A shining beam of light came in from the angle slope of the window. There are supports here and there to harden the walls against earthquakes, and for some reason the windows have beautiful curtains with roses attached there. It is said that at one time this treatment has become a demonstration place for patients to remain calm and always cool in their hearts.

Carrying the precious envelope belonging to the two people by his side, I slowly climbed the stairs. In a special corner of the waiting room of the lobby, some new patients, it was doubtful, whether they had recovered or not, were still wearing white uniforms, but had already walked out of the room. Glancing to the side, looking towards those who were again sad while looking at the room where his family was in the care, following the person in front, I was also already almost in the room, I was also already close, where my sister is treated here. That moment touched my heart.

To test the slight sense of uneasiness, I held the doorknob. Slowly and try to turn the handle gently. I also didn't feel the expected resistance if the door was locked, this was definitely open.

“Excuse me, sister? Brother has arrived, nih.”

With short pauses while funny pitched sounds. I opened the door quietly while peeking a little behind the door of this room.

“Hahhh...?”

I was astonished at what I had seen now, and subconsciously opened the door wide.

A slightly strange sight was from usual to welcome me into this room, my feelings were now mixed.

Lia who was sitting while holding a flower, it seemed like it was a white rose that I picked up yesterday the day after.

I looked towards the corner of the room, then my eyes were focused on one of the vases I had prepared the day after tomorrow, three white rose stalks and now two, it seemed like he had just picked them up.

“Adik, what are you doing?”

I stood there with a pushy humorous tone, for a little worry, with no answer at all, was a cruel silence.

I stepped silently, then directly approached the other side of the table.

My anxiety immediately peaked after seeing my sister's face from an angle that was almost this close, what a hollow gaze.

My sister Lia looked at the flower crown with a blank and sad look, that was when she suddenly said in a loud and shrill voice.

“Sad…! Pleased…! Sad…! Pleasure...!”

Saying that word many times while plucking the crown of flowers one by one, it seemed like she was choosing a little hope that, but was hindered by the sadness and condition that she was experiencing right now.