A Flick of Asa For Love
CHAPTER 92

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Harsa patiently pushed Widya out of the Green Lake location. Slowly they stepped up, because Harsa tried to equalize Widya's weak move.

In Harsa's heart there was no heart. He wanted to carry Widya's frail body, but of course it was only in his mind. Widya could have revolted because she felt uncomfortable.

Unexpectedly, Widya slumped from Harsa's embrace and almost touched the ground, if only Harsa did not swiftly catch Widya's body. Widya has lost consciousness.

“Wid!" peekik Harsa's. He immediately carried Widya. Walk fast like a man of infidelity. In a moment of panic like that Harsa was unable to think clearly. All he had in mind was to bring Widya home soon. He no longer cared about the many pairs of eyes that were astonished to see the action. Still wearing a full suit of office style and shiny shoes. Still neat hair. However, with a messy face.

Actually Harsa could have called a taxi even though the distance from the park to Widya's house is not far. However, Harsa who was in a state of panic did not think about it. In his panic, involuntarily the melt of his tears had spilled at the end of his eyes.

"Wid, wakeup! Not only are you sick, I see you like this also hurt, Wid!”

Harsa arrived at the gate of Widya's house as several people crowded in there. Mother Arini cried bitterly in the arms of a mother and Bowo was seen sticking a flat object in the left ear, busy talking in a telephone connection. There was a clear look of panic on their faces. Just a moment ago Arini was hysterical when she did not find her daughter in the room. Some residents helped to find Widya's whereabouts.

The attention of some residents was sidetracked when Harsa approached carrying a woman in his cradle with messy hair and a sleeping pajama suit and barefoot.

Those there immediately realized that it was Widya who had made the citizens panic a few minutes ago.

“Bu Rini."

"Widya, Mum.”

"That's his son, Ma'am.”

"Thank God you've met.”

Some residents called out to see their arrival. Arini and Bowo soon scatter on Harsa who takes Widya and immediately leads to enter the house.

“Go to Widya's room only, Harsa!” Bowo wants to help Harsa bring Widya. However, Harsa subtly rejects him, worried that Widya will fall if she changes position.

“I'm still strong, Om.” Without further debate, Harsa takes Widya into her room, followed by Bowo and Arini.

Arini immediately enveloped Widya, after Harsa laid Widya's body. There is still the rest of Arini's sobs when examining his son's face and ending on the soles of Widya's feet that are reddish due to foot friction on the asphalt road.

"Harsa, where did you meet Widya?" bowo asked Harsa who was still controlling the roar of his breath.

“On that lake in that park, Om.” Harsa wiped away the sweat running down her forehead.

"Yes, Allah.” Bowo rubbed his face violently. Feeling sorry for being negligent in guarding Widya, until Widya can get out of the house without her knowledge.

“Ehm .. That, I did deliberately want to come here, Om. But just getting to the front, I saw Widya running out of the fence in a hurry. I immediately chased after him, because I saw Widya's condition was still unstable and no one followed her. So I thought, Widya left unbeknownst to Om and Auntie.”

“True, Harsa. We all just realized when aunt wants to check the state of Widya.”

“Dan ...,“ said Harsa was restrained and thought for a moment to convey what Widya had just done.

“And what, Harsa?” arini asked impatiently waiting for Harsa's explanation.

“Until there, I saw Widya want to throw herself into the lake, Auntie.”

“Hah?" pekik Arini shocked. She immediately rushed into her husband's arms. "Dad ... what should we do, Dad?” ask Arini in her talk.

"Guid!" Harsa glanced at Widya who started making light movements. Bowo and Arini also approach her daughter's bed.

Widya opened her eyes slowly. “Bun-da,” Overt Widya. Then he turned to two men of different ages who were standing looking at him softly.

“I'm tired, Bun.” Widya pulled the blanket over her and covered her body.

Arini who understood her daughter wanted to be alone immediately responded. Then through the signal invite all who are in the room to come out.

“Harsa, thank you for bringing Widya home. Om don't know what would happen if you didn't come on time.” Bowo patted Harsa on the shoulder as he reached the last rung of the stairs. Harsa nodded then looked up at Widya's room door.

“Om, I know this is really heavy. But after this, I have to keep a closer eye on Widya. I'm afraid if he's reckless again, Om.”

“Iya, Hansa. Aunty also always booth by at home. Once again thank you, Harsa.”

“No words of thanks for caring for a good friend, Om. This is one of my responsibilities as a friend of Widya and Nathan.” Harsa clutched both her hands. “On my dearly loved friend,” Inner Harsa.

“Do not hesitate to contact me, when Om needs help. And to other friends too. As much as possible we will help, whenever it's Om,” said Harsa sincerely.

“Harsa, drink first!” Arini emerged from the dining room carrying a tray containing three teas that were still puffing hot steam. The three then sat on the living room sofa and talked about the syndrome suffered by Widya.

While up there. Widya got out of her bed. Dragging his footsteps closer to the window of his room. Opened slowly, felt a gust of wind from outside and placed his left hand on the iron trellis.

Unexpectedly, the rain that came this afternoon further added to Widya's heartache. Not so heavy. Widya grabbed a small chair and sat down on the window edge of her room. Folding both of his legs on the chair, his eyes stared blankly at the gray sky accompanied by a chill that pierced the pores of the skin.

Mother Arini opened the door of Widya's room, a little surprised because Widya who was already on the edge of the window and opened the window of her room. Though the cold temperature was creeping throughout the room due to the drizzle that slowly turned into heavy rain. Moreover, the sleeping pajamas that the girl used were not too thick. Arini hastily grabbed a knit sweater from the closet and approached her daughter. “Widya, darling.” Arini patted Widya's shoulder gently. Making Widya look at Mother. My eyes with blackish eye bags and a little swollen welcome the mother.

Arini's heart returned as if squeezed to see the look on Widya's face. However, Arini immediately wiped away the coarse tears that were about to drip from her eye patch. Smile and put a sweater on Widya's body.

There was no rejection from Widya. It was like a child of kindergarten age being taught to dress by his mother. Widya smiled blandly and said thank you very softly. Make Arini immediately embrace her daughter. As powerful as Arini tried not to let out his sobs.

Widya was silent. Without smiles or sobs at this time.

Arini several times patted the arm of his son who was still at home in his arms. Bowo who was about to enter his son's room immediately disengaged his intention to see the stifling scenery in there. Bowo only silently watched from the slightly open door leaf. Pushing his glasses and briefly wiping the tear spills behind the frame of his eyepiece. No linger he soon passed from that place.

Widya who was breaking her arms from Arini slightly published a smile. “ Widya wants to be alone, Mommy.” Widya looked at the window of her room. The grey trench is increasingly visible thick night signs will soon pick up.

Mother nodded and grabbed Widya's hand to take her to her bed. Guiding her daughter to sit leaning on the dashboard of her bed. Mother covered Widya's legs and then put a small book on Widya's lap. Yasin Book.

“If you miss, pray for Nathan from here, Darling.” Arini smiled shadyly.

Widya stared at the book on her lap. Gluing slowly at the edges. Widya nodded obediently. Arini smiled and walked out of her son's room.

Long Widya stared at the book, her memory returning to the owner of life. “It's just a dream, ‘kan, Lord?" widya Lirih.

When he thought about it, his memory always returned to Nathan. A flash of Nathan's shadow came back to him with a faint smile. It made Widya smile a little. Like being drawn into the past. Widya again sees Nathan's silly behavior at school, and rooftops. The sweet treatment of Nathan until the moment they decide to be. Not to miss a small fight until a big fight near the pool also present to the surface.

Until Nathan's thin face lay weakly in the hospital, making himself again feel pain, sore, and tightness. Not until there, the memory of when Nathan gave small surprises until the surprise of the application at that time also haunted Widya. The sweetness of Nathan when choosing a wedding dress to a small debate when choosing a wedding souvernir at that time.

Widya subconsciously squeezed the base of her hair, and screamed hysterically.

“NATHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!!”

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The sadness continues. Patience, yes 🥺