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Bereft

...The greatest loss of my life after my father's death was the passing of the woman who gave birth to me in the world....

...~Humaira Khema Shireen's...

...🌴🌴🌴...

The sound of her falling down did not make Humaira care. The girl's tears flowed by themselves as the man's words from the phone rang in her head. The shadows on the faces of his mother and sister twisted in his mind and made Humai's head shake.

"No way. Mother and Rein must have survived" he said reassuredly. 

Humaira tries to be positive. He ignored the news he heard from the phone. With a definite move, the girl immediately took out her fallen cell phone and immediately went to the hospital.

Somehow the messy feeling of Humai at the moment. Shattered, afraid of abandonment and also sad mixed into one. She only has her mother and sister in this world.

Humai doesn't want to live alone. He is not ready to face the cruel world alone. However, Shadiva's attitude towards him. Humai was still grateful that they were nearby.

"Please don't take them, O God. I love both of them without being able to choose."

Humai did not care if several pairs of eyes looked at him questioningly. The girl is indeed currently on top of the online motorcycle that she rented. The woman just wanted to get to the hospital immediately and using a motorcycle was the only way. 

The road he used to use felt fast now as if slowing down. It felt like he was running so hard to get there soon. However, what power. All that he could not do alone considering the streets that began to be crowded because of the many people leaving for work and school. 

Finally after almost thirty minutes they broke through the traffic-jammed streets of Malang. Humai can reach one of the hospitals in the city. He immediately ran into the large building after paying the online fare.

"A crash victim on the toll, Ma'am. What room is it in?" humai asked without caring about his current appearance.

A disheveled, dull face and simple clothes stuck to his body. All of that was not the goal of Humai. However, soon meeting the two people he loved so much was his hope.

"The victim's in the examination room."

Without delay, Humai immediately ran there. His body trembled as three policemen stood there. He felt his legs heavy to get close. Humai was afraid to accept the reality.

The fact that he would lose one of them. 

"Victim's family?" ask one of the cops when Humai just got there.

The gadia head nodded weakly.

"Yes. I am the daughter of the victim" Humai said after taking her breath so deeply.

"Let's come with us!" take the two policemen who walked first.

Humai's head was filled with many questions. He stared at the outpatient room which started far away as his footsteps followed the policemen who were in front of him. His heart kept pounding as he stared at the street plan that showed the name of the sacred room in the hospital.

"Why are we here, sir?" humai asked with a hoarse voice. 

I want Humai to run. I want him not to come here.

"Let's go in!"

Slowly the door of the room opened. Humai's body began to weaken when he saw some people lying on the bed covered in white cloth covering his body.

"Prophey well," said one of the police officers whose age may be the age of Humai's late father. "It is with a heavy heart that I must convey that your mother passed away." 

Humai's body sculpted. His eyes were fixed on the white cloth in front of him. His ears still catch what he hears. 

The fear he had avoided turned out to be reality. The hope and prayer that he offered did not make his mother's figure return. 

This is not the path Humai wants. It's not this kind of freedom that girl wants. She just wanted her mother to change her attitude so that she would be free from pain.

It was not this kind of freedom that he had hoped for.

"No way, right, sir? My mom must have survived, right?" 

Hope is only hope. The moment the white blanket was opened, the face he loved so dearly was already deathly pale lying there.

Humai approaching. He hugged his lifeless mother. The body he so desperately wanted to feel his embrace was now able to hug. The face that he really wants to kiss now he can love freely.

The skin she wanted so badly to hope to hold onto her body, rubbing her head and kissing her forehead was becoming more and more inexorable. All of that is only a memory for Humai in his life.

God really took his mother at her lowest moment. His life is really at a low point. At the point of mental destruction and its power melted into one. 

"Why did you leave Humai alone? Why do you want to get away from Humai's life, Mom!" humai said with a kiss on his mother's face. "Humai is really scared, Mom. Humai is afraid to be alone. What would Humai do if Mom left?" 

Two policemen were there until they were sad. They even turned their faces because they could not afford the state of Humai. 

"Here Humai wanted to be free from, Mother. But it's not this kind of freedom that Humai wants, Mom," she said in tears. "Humai wants you to be aware and love Humai. Humai wants you to be proud of Humai's achievements. Humai wants you to be there and protect Humai from the many bad guys out there, ma'am."

Humai completely spilled out everything he felt. What he wanted to say to his mother first, now he spilled. That girl really doesn't care about the two cops that are there. 

"What would Humai say to Rein, Mom. What should Humai explain to Rein if I leave?" 

Humaira had already begun to calm herself down. She just hugged her mother's body by wiping her tears that would not stop. He wanted to feel a mother's embrace for the last time.

Because after this, there was no longer this hug that he could feel. There was no more of his mother's babbling that he would hear. There was no more ban he used to hear after this. 

"Wish Humai could, Mom. Pray for Humai from up there" Humai whispered with feelings he began to understand.

He began to accept. If death, soul mate and fortune are all set. Man can only plan, but God controls everything. 

With pain, sadness and sadness. Humai cupped both of his mother's faces. He stared at the face that always advised him with words that might be his mental destroyer. However, despite that, Humai still loves his mother.

Humai slowly closed his eyes. He kissed his mother's forehead gently. All the prayers he prayed well and he tried to accept destiny.

"Go home in peace and quiet, ma'am. Humai has forgiven everyone and is sincere about his departure, Mother."

~Connected

It's called crying yourself. Gurgling while rubbing eyes, hiks.

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