A Flick of Asa For Love
CHAPTER 114

...***Happy Reading***...

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The weather this afternoon is cloudy even though it does not rain. Widya intends to return to Harsa's house to see her best friend. He wanted to confirm what Zakir said this morning on the way to the office. The car that Widya was riding drove very slowly. Tiring afternoon because traffic jams spread everywhere.

In the car, Widya entertained herself by listening to songs from her mobile phone using handsfree. Sometimes he closed his beautiful eyes. Just for a moment, just to catapult her memory to Harsa who revealed all her heart at that time. Honestly, he was confused and confused. Had he accepted Harsa, would it be true that it all came from the bottom of his heart? He was afraid that things would happen again. When he once wrongly placed his love for Harsa.

The vehicle slowly began to run smoothly, approximately forty-five minutes the beautiful girl arrived at Harsa's house. It just so happened that Evi was sitting casually in front of the house while enjoying a cup of hot tea. His view did not escape the flowers that were blooming in the garden. Suddenly his attention was diverted to the car that had just entered the courtyard of his house. Seeing who got out of the car, his smile broke. He welcomed Widya with joy.

"Hi, Honey,” greet mama Evi. Widya also kissed the hand of the middle-aged woman who still looked beautiful with reverence. Evi replied with a gentle swipe at the head of the boy's idol girl.

"Aante how are you?” tanyanya hugged Evi.

“Good. You how are you?” Evi asked back while leading Widya into the house.

“Alhamdulillah, Widya is also good. Oh yeah, Aunt when to go home?” Widya asks so, because she knows Harsa's parents are just traveling from Bali.

“New last day, Honey. Thanks, yes, yesterday was perfect with Harsa when aunt was not there," said Evi.

“Not a problem, Tan. What's Harsa doing now, Tan? He said it still hurts?” ask Widya.

“Tadi, anyway, said it was light. Aunty look at him again in bed. Just look in her room!” said Evi instead told Widya to go into Harsa's room alone.

“But, Tan ... not good, lah. Widya's time goes in alone." Widya hesitates to enter Harsa's room. Widya feared there would be slander between them.

“Ya, already. Come on, auntie delivery!" Evi was also willing to take Widya.

The two women were different generations, but both beautiful were stepping hand in hand to the top floor, where Harsa's room was located. Slowly they climbed one by one of the steps until they reached the front door of the room which contained a white board that read ‘Harsa Mandala Room'. Signify of ownership of that room.

"Honey, open the door, boy! There's Widya, nih," called Evi's mom while knocking on the door. However, there was no answer from inside the room. Several times the mother knocked still did not get a reply from her son who was inside. Until finally, Evi also tried to open the door handle slowly. Maybe his son fell asleep.

Turns right. After Evi's head managed to look inside. “Harsa, darling. Look who's coming!" evi said as she stepped into the room. Not finding the son on the bed, Evi turned to the right and left looking for his son. Sweep all sides of the room. Where is his son? Evi was about to step in to find Harsa into the bathroom, her net perfectly rounded when she saw her son lying on the floor under his bed, unconscious.

"Oh Allah, dear,” cried Evi approaching the body of her child lying helpless. Widya rushed over and momentarily flinching to see her best friend. He was too shocked to find Harsa weak. Evi screamed in panic at her husband.

"Rapaaaaaa! Harsa Pa!” Evi grabs the child into her arms. Putting his son's head into his lap. Widya was only realized when the sound of the screams screamed sharply. Rendra came quickly and panic ensued.

Soon Papa Rendra came down to prepare the car and called the security guard to ask for help. Rendra was assisted by security guards carrying the body of tall Harsa into a car to take him to a nearby hospital. Evi and Widya can only cry and call Harsa unconscious. Evi and Widya were still filled with panic, so that Papa Rendra started talking in the middle of the two beautiful women's cries.

"Well,” call papa Rendra make Evi's attention switch to him. “Do not cry, yes! We just pray that our children are okay.” Rendra saw the wife from the front view. Evi finally muffled his worry, slowly while saying lafaz istiqfar.

Widya could only look at Harsa without saying anything. Only tears were flowing slowly, but it definitely flooded the girl's smooth face.

Thirty-five minutes later they arrived at the hospital lobby. With swift medical personnel help his patients to be transferred to the hospital gurney. Harsa was immediately rushed to the Emergency Unit room. Mama Evi, Papa Rendra, and Widya can only wait outside. Waiting for the results of the examination with a pounding heart.

Twenty minutes later Arini and Bowo arrive. Arini immediately hugged her son who still looked confused. Widya cried without making a sound, sounding so tight in the ears of the mother. Bowo tries to calm Rendra and Evi down.

"Why, Honey?” Arini asked very gently as her hand wiped away the tears on the cheek of the child.

"Widya is afraid, Mother,” he said raucously while continuing to cry tight. He still remembers the incident two years ago where Nathan left him. He was afraid something like that would happen again.

"Fear why, honey?" ask me gently. Arini understood what was in her son's mind. "We just pray, yeah! God willing, Harsa will be healed and healthy." Arini tries to calm Widya down.

From a distance, the figure of Karin with her parents was moved closer to Widya. It just so happens that they are having a family event until they can come together. Karin approached Widya and hugged her sad-looking best friend.

Kartika reported that he could not come because he had to take care of his two younger siblings Syifa and Kahfi who were being left by his parents out of town. Zakir and Edo came together shortly after Karin's arrival.

Shortly after, the door of the ER room opened. The doctor tagged dr. Dyah Ayu and a nurse came out of the room where Harsa was examined. Mama Evi and Papa Rendra got up from their seats and asked their son about his condition.

"How's my son doing, Doctor?" ask papa Rendra.

"Alhamdulilah, your child is stable and can be transferred to the inpatient room. It seems like your son is too tired. He forced himself so that his body could no longer. In the future Father and Mother can follow the monitoring, do not let this happen again. Excuse me, sir." The doctor passed from the room.

Before long Harsa's gurney is pushed by a nurse into the inpatient room. The infusion hose was attached to Harsa's left hand. Her pale face signified how helpless she was.

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This morning, Harper looked fresher. Two days he was intensively treated in the hospital to make his physical rest total. In his illness yesterday, he often raved and mentioned Widya's name. Evi tells Widya about it when the girl visits him. Although Widya did not hear it directly, but her heart felt sliced. How can in her pain, Harsa always calls her name? Is it as beautiful as he is in Harsa's heart? Is that how important he is in that man's heart?

Today Widya intends to visit Harsa and ask for a little explanation from her. Indeed Harsa has repeatedly revealed his heart. However, once again Widya wants to make sure that she is not disappointed with the decision she will take.

The two sat face to face on the sofa located at the end of the treatment room. “Iya, Wid. I Harsa Mandala sincerely loves you from the bottom of my heart. Please forget my past. I'm sorry I ever played you. I was stupid at the time not realizing the love in my heart, and I made amends for that by making you happy with Nathan. But for now, let me get it back. Near you, I always feel happy. Again, I'm sorry I ever made you angry and disappointed, I'm sorry, Wid." Harsa pleaded while holding Widya's hand.

Widya looked at Harsa's fixed eyeballs. Hoping to get doubts on Harsa's confession, but unfortunately no lies emanated there. Widya only found sincerity still wrapped in that pale face. He was also worried and doubtful.

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...***To be Continued***...

Worrying in doubt while the night began to come. My desire is to reflect, but my mirror broke a thousand, broke a thousand....

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