Garden Benches
Capucino for you

Capucino for you

By: SBB

Have you ever experienced, stepped in the gamang, not feeling who you are? Rest assured one way to bring it all back is, make peace with your heart.

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"Let's!"

"Please ... Help me!"

The cry of the mother of the little boy you were about to become the first sound that pierced my ear.

I turned around, the metallic car was still there. The door opened and the driver walked out at a rapid pace.

My reflexes are running. Aren't you still sitting on that bench, my dear? But the panic there made me freeze. My steps quickly towards the crowd.

"Yes, God... Please help ... She ..." the mother was roaring while hugging her crying child while pointing.

"Auntie ... Aunt ..."

"Clearned!"

I hold you in my arms.

"City ... Marriz ..."

You are silent only your breath sounds roaring.

"Sorry, let's get you to the hospital ..."

"Cars, Mas... "

"I-I'm sorry Mas ..."

The word rush entered my eardrum. I was just staring at you, I lifted your body into the car whose door was opened.

"Sorry ... "

"Take the bike, call the police!"

"Well! Let's follow you to the hospital!"

I still hear those voices, but you just shut up.

"City ... Marrizc ...!"

I hugged your body tightly, I felt the bottom of your body wet. Kuraba and my hands are wrapped in red. Bloods.

"City ... Larass,"

"Quiet, Mas, we'll be there soon... "

"Try while giving this rub oil, Mas!"

I whipped a little bottle of therapy, I pulled it down your nose. You stay silent.

"pass ... Larass... "

I think my voice is hoarse, why are you quiet?

"City ... Larass."

I keep calling your name, you don't answer.

"Mas, we've arrived ..."

The car door opened, I brought you out tightly in my deck.

The ER door opened, several nurse briskly carrying the emergency bed, pushing her closer. The man who was carrying the therapeutic oil was beside him.

"Let's lie here, Mas!"

"pass ... "

"Yes, Mas. Lay down first, we'll make an observation!"

They forced me to release you from my arms. I hold your body in my chest. Two nurses stretched out both of my arms, both of my palms were red. They lay you down slowly, then push you quickly into a room.

"pass ... Larass!"

I chased after your body, I felt my arm held by the man who was in the car.

"Prophey, patience ... "

I thrashed, you were there alone, with people I didn't know just our son who was still in your stomach.

"Mosom ..."

"Quiet, Mas. We wait for the doctor to give you the best help."

"Propag ... Mas, patience ..."

I heard that sentence over and over again. But I'm still trying to get close to where you are. A couple of nurses walking back and forth two men in white suits I saw coming into the room. What did they do to you?

"Please, hold the Mas first, sir,"

A nurse held me, I forced. Another nurse held us back, and the two men who drove us in their cars held my arm.

I'm sculpting.

Someone patted my back. I heard a lot of conversation, but I couldn't understand it. You're there, without me.

A male nurse came back, carrying equipment.

"Please take off the jacket, sir."

Two men tried to take off my jacket full of blood.

"No, Mas. This blood is his wife's blood, for she is the one who carries it,"

I was forced to sit down, I thrashed back two people holding me fast. My hand was grabbed, cleaned all the blood. A man in a white suit came over and started examining me, scrutinizing my two eyes. Holding both my arms.

"No injuries ..."

"Yes, doc. The cook wasn't at the scene at the time, apparently buying something across the street,"

A female voice with eyes that answered.

"Ohh ... Yep. He seems very shocked. Please don't leave her alone,"

"Okay doc!"

"Mas ..., mas, "

I moved, trying to step into the room you were in. Again, everything held me back.

"City ... Larass,"

That's all that can come out of my mouth.

"Yes Mas, mbak Laras is being treated by a doctor, calm ..."

"Patience, Mother"

The voices again, whispering boisterously through my earlobe. You're there without me.Quick steps, calls, voices, I can't understand. Because all I know is you're there without me.

Until an arm is stretched out on my body.

"Gye ...! The gie! Realize it's me Ardi! Conscious buddy!"

I felt my face pressed against his. Patted my cheek repeatedly.

"Gie remember! You are strong, you must be strong, for the sake of Laras and your son! Be aware buddy ... be aware!"

"Mosom ..."

"Yes! The doctor's still trying, you gotta be strong!"

I looked at the face in front of me, looking at me with a sharp look.

"Are...?"

"Alhamdulillah ... You're starting to realize,"

I was back in his arms, I heard his whisper right in my left ear.

"You need to be strong, Gie. Pray for the best for Baras,"

Deg

I felt my cheeks wet. A middle-aged woman grabbed me in her arms. Calm down with her soft voice.

"Istigfar my son, mother here, son!"

"Astagfirullahaladzim ..., astaghfirulahaladzim..."

I cried out in shock, arranging the puzlle of the event that had just happened. Ardi led me to sit down, on the nearest bench. Mom rubbed my back. I cupped my face in her lap, moistened her ashes with my tears.

The people around me were approaching us.

"I'm sorry Buk, introduce me Tikno, this is my wife,"

A woman with her eyes held her hand towards Mom.

"Mr .., emm ..."

"Maafan ..."

"He saved my son, buk. Ghilman was running on the sidewalk, suddenly he went down on the road. Mbak Laras ran after ..."

All silent, I listened with still face down. Then I pulled my body from my mother's lap. Ardi held up a tisue and I used it to wipe my face.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I tried to hit the brakes as fast as I could... "

The man who was standing next to me spoke up. I looked at them one by sitting up straight. You know, their faces no one's smiling. Their eyes keep their heart. What am I supposed to do? I want to be right next to you. Next to our child who has been actively moving in your stomach.

I moved, Mother and Ardipun stood up. Ardi held my shoulder, Mother held my arm. People are watching me with their sad faces.

"Gie?"

"My son... "

"I want to be with Laras, Buk."

My feet.

"Wait for Gie, ... Wait here!"

Ardi preceded my step towards the room, where I last saw your body being brought in. My feet are heading there, Mother is escorting me, holding my hand. I felt my hands ice cold.

You were thirsty earlier, when I left you alone on the park bench. There was not a count of five minutes when I crossed the street and reached the front of the tavern. Even I haven't had time to order a capucino for you, when I saw your reflection moving through the reflection of coffee shop glass. And now that you're there without me, I haven't brought a capucino for you. You must still feel thirsty.

"Larass asked for a capucino buk, he must be thirsty right now,"

"Son, there are doctors and nurses who are helping, Laras, you have to be strong!"

Ardi came out of the room to block my steps.

"I can go in, right?"

"No!"

"Why?"

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