Doctor Arga
Mark

Heavy breathing sounds repeatedly filled the room with white shades. Occasionally the fingers massaged the base of his nose that throbbed pain.

Fail.

It was a word that had been spinning in his head ever since.

"Stupid! You idiot!"

His big hand kept beating his own head, pun— tears of regret were unceasingly dripping down. As if adding to the pain that was being felt and making his chest more tight.

"Stupid!"

Again.

Dia— Arga Bima Mahesta's. A Twenty-five-year-old Young Doctor.

Arga repeatedly condemned the failure when he could not save the life of an accident patient who was none other than his own fiance, Mia Zelima.

Mia's surgery was successful but unfortunately, Mia suffered a cardiac arrest despite the Doctors trying to save her life, Arga and the other Team of Doctors who took care can only resign to the fate that God has set for Mia tonight.

Arga has tried and Mia's life still can not be helped anymore.

"Why don't I die, Mia? Why?" ogre.

Arga stared at Mia's photo that was made into wallpaper on her phone. Arga's tears don't stop dripping, crying over the departure of the beloved girl for good.

One week before the accident, Arga had already seen a bad future in the girl's eyes.

Ja. Arga has a special ability that can see events in the future. Whether it was a good or bad event, Arga could see it through one's eyes while looking at him.

When Arga's vision is shown with a lot of red fluid and black room, then the two combinations are a bad sign, namely death.

Chequek!

Arga still doesn't budge. Not realizing that someone had just entered the Room.

"Sorry Doc, the body in Room 23 is ready to be brought home. The family is waiting for you."

Arga closed his eyes for a moment. Her ears were reluctant to hear the Sister call Mia that. The most painful thing was his heart.

"Tell Doctor Richard to replace my schedule over the next few days."

After saying that, Arga got up from the chair and rushed to meet the Mia Family who had been waiting for him ever since.

...••••...

16.45

The funeral was held in a closed manner. The Mia Family did not conduct any further investigation into the cause of their daughter's accident.

Mia's family chose to focus on mourning.

"Arga, Mia nitipin something for you. He finished this a month ago. Accept yes!" said Ms. Sandra while giving the dark ash box to Arga.

"False, Aunt. Sorry, because of me, Mia's dead."

Ms. Sandra shook her head slowly. All of this is fate in power. The accident was a disaster that Mia and Arga could not avoid and did not have to blame themselves for their failure when they could not save the woman's life.

"No, Ga! This is all God's destiny. Mia will be sad if you see it like this. Aunty hopes, you can continue your life and always be happy even without Mia."

Arga's eyes glazed over at Miss Sandra's last words, "Tante, can Arga have a hug?"

"Of course, Son. Aunty has called you like her own Aunt."

Arga could not help but hold back his tears. The relationship between Mia and Arga was quite long, three years. A lot of things they've been through.

And all that time, Ms. Sandra treated Arga very well. Arga will miss that togetherness one day.

"Don't break up, Ga. Aunt's door is always wide open for you."

Arga, who also considered Ms. Sandra as her mother, nodded slowly in the middle-aged woman's arms. At first glance, they look like the real Mother and Son.

"Thank you Auntie, make it all. I promise I'll play house, Auntie."

Mia's funeral has been completed. Everyone has gone home, including Mia's parents.

Except Arga.

Who was still crouching while rubbing a tombstone bearing the name of his lover.

"Honey, calm down there! I promise I'll come here every day for your doain ..."

Arga kissed the tombstone very deeply. It conveyed all the feelings he felt at this moment. Not felt, liquid as clear as crystal back dripping.

Arga quickly wiped it because people said, it is not good to cry on the tomb. Can weigh down someone's path later.

"I'll go home first, Mi. If you miss, meet me in a dream."

Arga rushed home as the day was getting late. Not to forget he contacted Dr. Richard to make sure if the man could replace his schedule temporarily.

"Geek!"

Arga was startled by the sound of someone shouting. His voice sounded not far from where Arga was standing. Then Arga rushed to find the source of the sound.

His steps were interrupted when he saw someone sitting on the ground holding his right leg.

"Ssh, it hurts." lamented someone.

Arga approached to make someone surprised and shouted quite loudly, again.

"YAKK!"

"Hey, relax! I'm not a ghost."

Being in the cemetery alone during the afternoon is not enough to make the fur of the sit goosebumps, afraid.

And suddenly someone felt a pat on his shoulder from behind.

No wonder he screamed.

"Your leg is hurt?" point at Arga, crouching down to check on the girl's legs.

"Hm, I think it's sprained, ssh."

The girl grimaced, intercepting her lower lip as Arga held onto her bruised-looking leg.

"The wound must be treated. Can you stand up?"

The one asked hesitated.

Aided by Arga, the girl tries to stand up from her position but is unable to. His body almost fell down again if Arga's arms did not support that slender waist.

"You can hold my shoulder! Let's treat your leg first. My car is there."

The girl was quite surprised but did not refuse when Arga led her towards the black car parked not far from where they had been.

Arga took out a medicine box that was always stored in his car. Roll up his black linen shirt at the elbow.

Arga begins to gently clean the external scratches so as not to get infected. Occasionally give a small massage to relax the leg muscles of the girl so as not to be too tense.

"My name is Arga. I'm a Doctor. What's yourname?" akbar asked without looking at his interlocutor.

The girl nodded slowly. He understands now.

"Gea Estherina. Call aja Gea— ahk! Slow down, Doc! It hurts!" moaning Gea with a slightly raised voice.

"Oke Gea, your legs are done with the treatment. So, where's your home address? Let me anter."

Again Arga spoke without looking at Gea. Until inviting a questionable pain in Gea's forehead who was a little confused to see Arga's attitude.

Gea thought, the man was being disrespectful for not staring at the other person as they chatted.

"Geea?"

Gea gasped, staring at Arga who immediately threw their face in the other direction as their gazes clashed in the last second.

Arga pretended to divert attention by turning on the car's engine after keeping the medicine box back in place, "Where's your Home address?" ask Arga again interrupted his focus of driving.

"Dandelion Street number 23. The most corner light blue paint house."

"OKAY. Put your seat belt on, Ge."

...••••...

Before long their car stopped in front of the House referred to by Gea.

Gea stole a glance at the man before her and realized something.

Is he a man or a bidadara? The handsome has no gap!

"You want to eat a mall together, Doc?" haggard Gea suddenly.

Arga glanced at the clock in his hand at a glance.

"Sign me as a thank you because I already nolongin me earlier." continued Gea.

"Can. I happen to be a laper too."

Gea smiled faintly, "Hm, Kirain will be repulsive." he murmured.

"You say something, Ge?"

"e-don't. I'm a laper too, come on, Doc! Take the house yourself."

After dinner, Arga said goodbye to Gea.

Before returning home, Arga had stopped by Mia's Cake Shop.

There, Arga buys Mia's favorite cake.

"Eh, Arga! Alone already? Her mother is not taught." God.

Getting such a question, Arga fell silent and only threw a forced little smile.

"This message. I've memorized the same favorite of your girlfriend! Brownie chocolate extra cheese topping, for sure." seduced Bu Maria again, give one box of the cake to Arga.

"Thank you Miss Maria but the cake is for me anyway."

Miss Maria has not heard of Mia's accident and thinks that Arga bought the cake for her fiance as usual.

Because usually, Mia always asks Arga to stop by Bu Maria's Cake Shop after returning from work.

Arga does not know, after this whether he can live life without the presence of the figure of Mia who always fills her days with a lot of jokes and laughter to drive away all the loneliness that comes crashing.

To him, Mia is not just a lover, Mia is the definition of Arga's true friend. Who can be shared in any situation. Hasn't living a day since the age of a dozen been painful? Then why Mia also had to leave Arga for good and leave beautiful memories that are difficult to forget.

The crying came back. Wetting eye fertilizers.

Arga rested her head on the sofa, closed her eyes and let the crying subside on her own, until Arga hoped that all that happened was just an unreal nightmare.

I love you ...

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