I Need You
Injured Again

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In the last third of the night, the beautiful woman had just woken up from her deep sleep just as the village was starting to rampage. For a moment his eyes collided with the wall clock whose short hands showed the number two, while the long needle was right at the number eleven.

"Akhs! The length of time I slept, I deserve to be hungry," his mind is lame. While the look in his eyes swept a randomly arranged pillow beside him, continuing to the rest of the room, trying to find something, or even someone there. The condition of the room is still the same, full of romantic accessories and also soft fragrances of therapeutic aroma come out piercing in his sense of smell. Soft and soothing,

"Has right, I'm so slumbering," he murmured. A glimpse of the beautiful shadow that passed with the husband passing by just like that makes him reflex to pull both ends of his ripe lips to form a perfect arch, wasn't that also the main reason why that night he was so tired that he slept for so long?

"Where is he? Did he come home alone?" he murmured again, "Didn't there be heavy rain and strong winds last night?" doubt about where the husband went.

"Then Juna? How long have I ignored him? Akhs! Missed her," sweeping the rough of her beautiful face that suddenly pias, there was an uncomfortable feeling just like that in her mind, "I don't even have time at all to greet her a full day," she lamented.

"I have to meet him immediately, and fill a lot of time for him" he murmured again.

Without realizing anything, he immediately rose to the bathroom and prepared to perform a ritual of self-cleaning. It took quite a short time, considering his two-bodied self, not wanting to linger in the warm water. Not to mention her who began to piqued with her stomach that began to rumble.

"Darling, I'm sorry Mama. Dinner we missed," he whispered softly stroking his flat belly, "We're looking for food in the kitchen, yuk!" he continued, slamming slowly out of the room, down the hallway and carefully down the stairs.

Slow steps led her body to the kitchen, which turned out in the distance the dining table there looked Aunt Nunung and also Mama Andin was still chatting, slowly and inaudibly. It's just that some real mimic emanated made the curiosity in his heart even more soaring.

"Darling, are you awake?" Mama Andin who had been more alert immediately greeted himself who still seemed to be trying to adjust the situation.

"The village is raging, Ma." she blushed.

"Sorry, last night Mama tried to call for dinner, but your signal was weak, son," he said regretfully.

"Come, Ma. Perhaps out of exhaustion," Hilya frowned in confusion, but a moment later she turned to the middle-aged woman she always trusted to take care of her adopted son, "Juna is with Aunt, right?"

Hilya's question, which was not immediately answered by Aunt Nunung, was instead suddenly cut by the in-law, "Yes, already. Come and sit down," holding the daughter-in-law's arm to take a sitting position next to her, "Mama will accompany you to eat," she continued to try to keep showing off the most beautiful smile. Especially if it is not to cover up. Reflexively, Hilya also smiled widely, even though her mood was not friendly.

Hilya who was quite confused when she found the dining table has been in the field of healthy cuisine menu, fresh and warm. There is a clear sauce of his favorite, there is also a low-fat sandwich. Additional chicken porridge that was ready to be served by Aunt Nunung after he managed to land his back on the chair.

"Auntie, what's going on? Is breakfast ready at this hour?" highlighting Bibi Nunung's face that looked as if it was a drunkenness.

"Yes, Miss. At the request of the great madam...."

"Eh, baby. Incidentally last night Mama also fell asleep," grabbed the bowl of porridge that had been served and scooped, "That's why Mama asked Aunt Nunung to prepare breakfast earlier than usual. Please son, tipped." thrust the first bribe to the son-in-law who is still not separated from high curiosity.

"Emm.., okay, Ma. Thank you," welcomed one mouthful directly from the hand of the in-laws who seemed so considerate of her, "Oh, yes. Is Danang coming home, Ma?" ask again to cover the curiosity. But the result is still the same.

Mrs Andin focused more on her health condition, "How does it feel to not eat all night, son?" throwing questions without answering the son-in-law.

"I'm fine, Ma." replied Hilya chuckling, "There's absolutely no problem at all," he continued reassuringly, "Have you and Mom been home too?" the question was hopeful, but the answer to the in-laws remained ambiguous,

"Oh, yeah. Nung, to Hilya's room now, yeah. That's a vitamin pregnant women please bring here," Again Mrs Andin's statement managed to ignore Hilya's question.

"Well, the Lady." replied Aunt Nunung as he moved.

"Darling, you've missed out on essential nutrition for your granddaughter" let Hilya take over the next feed.

"Yes, I'm sorry, Ma."

"It won't happen again."

"Emm, that's good. Mama's really worried about your health and your baby's, baby." Madame Andin again expressed her concern, "And no one should be this awkward again, she should pay extra attention to you."

"That's not wrong, Ma. I'm the only one who's been sleeping all night." Hilya tried to explain, while Mrs Andin was still acting ria until Bibi Nunung actually returned from the second floor to bring vitamins for pregnant women belonging to Hilya.

"This is the cure, please take it, Miss Hilya." The middle-aged woman handed the package of supplements she held to the owner.

"Thank you, Bi."

"Oh, yeah. Is Juna fussy as long as I'm not with her, Bi?" Hilya who felt there was a chance, again raised a question to Aunt Nunung shortly after painstakingly managed to drink a blood-boosting tablet, vomiting nausea reliever tablet and also a white tablet that is quite large. The look of struggle that carved the joy on his face that was pulled in such a way that his eyeballs also reddened to hold back tears that were ready to seep.

"Eh, anu, i_it...."

"What's up, Bi? Juna is fine, right? Tell me."

"Ehm! Honey, will Mama explain," cut off Mrs Andin while cupping her daughter-in-law's shoulders, "after we're in the room, okay." he continued with a clear gaze, making Hilya more and more stunned in the confusion that was mounting.

"What's this?" inner fretting.

"Actually Juna and Nuha were hit while playing bicycles to the complex park." Mama Andin's words in the room a few minutes ago, made Hilya feel her heartbeat as if it stopped pumping. The pain in all the body and soul pierced sharply like being attacked by thousands of invisible needles.

"What?!" like being struck by lightning in broad daylight, the image of a woman who begins to realize that lately she has been separated so far from her own adopted son. The distance he had made since the existence of the fetus inside his stomach called for extra attention.

"I must go there now, Ma." he asked in unbearable sorrow.

Tears just shed without knowing how to stop. The soul who had hoped not to be injured again, is now fragile again carrying his body collapsed instantly when he found the child in a condition sprawled helplessly with the help of breathing equipment in the ICU room.

While the look in her eyes circulates searching for the whereabouts of the husband who has yet to appear before her, Hilya rushes to meet her best friend Noah in a different ICU room. But the condition of his body that is not possible, makes him forced to take slow steps.

Tok tak tok no, no,

the high heel sound of someone who was none other than Lady Amanda, slammed violently hit the floor of the hospital Maulana Medika increasingly approached Hilya who was also limping forward, intending to visit her friend's room, Nuha Izz. Right at what point they had to stop and face each other, Madam Amanda unsheathed a hostile gaze, "You've shown me who you really are," Madame Amanda screeched flatly, "You said, You're her mother?" getting sharper and sharper.

Hilya shook her head quietly without a sound. There were only tears of wounds.

"Where were you when my grandson needed you?" sulut Madame Amanda again, "Say! What kind of mother are you, you?" protest loudly, though,

Hilya flirted trying to dampen the anger of the woman who was getting ignited, "Tante, calm yourself first, this is a wrong reward..._"

Hilya stutters, "Tan, Aunt, I'm sorry I admitted wrong, I...,"

"You're the cause of my granddaughter and my daughter being run over!" raising his hand high, "You must take responsibility for their lives!" ready to slap a hard slap into Hilya's face.

But her movements were held back by someone's burly hand, "Mrs Amanda," the echo of a masculine voice that suddenly appeared from the opposite direction, "Let down your voice." she continued flatly. Seemed a firm line on his tone that did not want to be denied, although the look of the oriental face was still shady and calm. That person was none other than Danang.

Lady Amanda pulled her arm rough while breaking free, "Don't defend your wife, Mr. Danang! He's made a terrible mistake, because he's the one, my son and granddaughter are dying."

The man unsheathed an unreadable gaze, "Mrs Amanda, I respect you as a parent," yet still able to control her voice, "But you need to know that my wife is pregnant young and you shouldn't be offending her, let alone yelling."

Lady Amanda laughed sarcastically showing the sarcastic look. But it did not succeed in affecting the man's emotions.

Again the young man looked straight ahead, "If my wife is guilty, you may rebuke her in a good way."

"But not by pointing it out recklessly, do you have any proof of my wife's wrongdoing, Mrs Amanda?" he said as he walked closer.

Hilya held back the movement of the husband by catching his arm, "Honey, let Aunt Amanda vent her anger on me, I'm sincere." stared heartily, "She has no one to share with."

Danang looked on his wife's pity, "Honey, not in this way," gently rubbed her teary eyes, "He can speak well, can't he?" continued possessive.

"Honey, I beg you, everything's gonna be okay." Hilya was still with her face paled.

Danang let out a heavy sigh, "No, honey. His words greatly disturbed your psychic condition." Tucked the hairpin of the wife framing her face, "I'm worried about you and our son."

"Tante, I'm sorry if I'm presumptuous." Someone appeared again who is none other than Dimas, "Aunty should rest first, later we will discuss it again." grabbing the arm of the woman who still could not control her anger to get away from the face of Hilya and Danang.

The young man tried to dissipate the already heated situation, "Sister-in-law, sorry I don't intend to defend anyone here, I'm just suggesting not to be here until everything is under control." linking his palms together while looking down respectfully. Danang snorted angrily while throwing his gaze at a different side, while Hilya just stared at the back of the sister-in-law who was ready to step with Lady Amanda who was still staring at the enemy before they finally entered the ICU room where Noah was.

Hilya wept bitterly in her husband's arms.

"Honey, strengthen your heart," Danang held a hug for Hilya, "Relax, I am with you," he persuaded, touching the head gently with his lips.

Now Hilya was successfully invited by Danang back to the room Juna, after the wife managed to digest the words of Dimas who asked him not to go to the room of Noah. The pregnant woman stepped footed by the husband who could only return his anxious gaze with feelings of anxiety and fear of something happening to his wife and future baby. Hilya understood very well the meaning of the gaze in the husband who poured prayer so that nothing unwanted happened to the people closest to her.

The woman replied with a silent look but quite representative of the sentence, "Trust me, I'm fine." making Danang forced to nod slowly even though her little heart was not so sure.

Hilya looked at Juna's critical face. His mind wandered into a time where he and his cousin, the mother of the child, were going through wonderful days together, without any burden, without any problems.

"You know what, Hilya? I have a dream of being a great designer." said Luna on a night full of stars, when the two friends decided to lie down on the balcony of the house, staring at the beautiful sparkling sparkle.

"Well! That's good, Luna. I think you deserve it." cried Hilya with joy. His heart was happy to hear the words of his cousin.

"Thank you, Hil. In addition, I also want an Arjuna who will make my life more beautiful and flowery." he added, glaring far to the horizon.

"Ah, is that right Lun? What's your dream arjuna like?" usik Hilya with a seductive look.

"People are kind, understanding, responsible, and have everything."

"The rich, you mean?" hilya asked not satisfied with teasing.

"That's how it is," stared blushingly at Hilya's face which suddenly raised her eyebrows full of sarcasm, "Aaahh, don't look at me that way, it's just a dream, Hilaf!" scowling.

Hilya chuckled, "Yes, yes, yes. I knew it was just a dream." Closing his teeth that had already tickled the little heart of his friend, then suddenly his face turned serious, "But I pray that all your dreams come true."

"Aamiin.., um...,"

"Aamiin.." koor are both compact, almost simultaneously.

His memory was again clouded on the day they had to part ways and choose the way of life for their own future. The cousin moved to the city at the request of the uncle.

"I'm sorry, I miss you, Hilya." the cousin's great-granddaughter was full of sadness.

Hilya welcomed a warm hug from her cousin, "That's for sure, you're fine there, yeah. Don't forget to tell."

"Definitely, dear." he said, "I hope one day I can go back to having days with you" he wrote.

Hilya smiled looking at him meaningfully, "Of course after our ideals and dreams are achieved," tightly cupped the two tiny shoulders.

"God willing, Hilya. So is my hope."

Until that day comes. The day that has turned all the beauty in their lives into the sorrow of the unsent. The day he left Juna and went away forever....,

"I tipped Juna, make him your son." he stuttered in between his breath reaching nadir. A bitter smile represented the helplessness of poor Luna until she actually took her last breath.

Remembering her, Hilya could only cry bitterly. Now the grief is back, after so many years left behind the best friend and cousin in his life. Now Juna's life is also almost lost from his grasp.

Luna, the mother of the child whom she now regards as her own son, has left her own son to her, and what has she done? The child who has become part of his soul and body is now being threatened with life because of his own helplessness. Yes, Hilya's inability to divide her free time for Juna for how many weeks has been the biggest boomerang for the boy's trip.

"So she, who claims to be a mother, is willing to ignore her son's feelings for her own sake?" the comments of one of Mr. Jayahadi's close relatives who happened to visit Nuha and Juna, shortly after Hilya came out of Juna's room.

Hilya, who was walking, suddenly turned to the source of the voice. Then turned to look at the faithful husband accompanying, clasping his fingers tightly, then found the eyes firmly the man tried, sweeping right at a group of relatives Mr. Jayahadi. A sudden sense of weakness penetrated the bone of the marrow, making this young woman feel her gaze darken, and the light around her faded.

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