Kiss Me
Stay with me

Man can only plan, but God determines everything...

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"I've reached Wa" Arkana said across the street.

It was half-eleven in the afternoon, Anwa's work was not so much. Happy when the husband calls to inform him that he has arrived safely.

"Don't forget to eat Ar" said Anwa, still looking at the computer screen in front of her.

"What are you again?"

"Create the report you asked for later meetings."

"They're henchmen, right?" ask Arkana, "Wa, video call dong," she asked.

"In the meantime, Ar," Anwa changed the vidoe call mode setting.

Arkana's face smiled as she watched his wife leisurely work on her work. Recalling when he first met at the office of the father, Anwa with her glasses, with her lips slightly open because she was seriously staring at the monitor screen.

"I've always liked seeing you work, seriously," he said.

"Have you eaten, Ar?"

"Belom, just later ... here the rain really, Wa."

"Eat the gih, delivery order aja, or if there are employees who come in to make what it is."

"Belom is coming in, maybe next week .. until the completion of this renovation."

Arkana noticed his wife, her favorite curly hair in the high pigtail by Anwa.

"Wa, if I don't exist you don't be naughty, eat a lot, inget in your body there is also our child that you have to give good nutrition and nutrition, don't forget to always be at the doain, be taught to talk, especially about his father, tell my son if I'm handsome, romantic and mighty," Arkana chuckled at the lips of his wife who had been throbbing.

"You're going to go a long time, ntar afternoon also go home .. uh, but if the rain really does not need to go home Ar, we can cancel it to the doctor tomorrow," said Anwa.

Arkana nodded in agreement, "we'll see, yes, if I can go home."

Anwa looked at old Arkana, like something was different, "cepet home yes, but if it rains home tomorrow only, you just nginep in Bandung, yes."

Arkana nods her eyes at Anwa's shirt button, and smiles, remembering that this morning she buried her face in his chest.

"To the toilet Wa," Arkana ink.

"Well?" anwa asked confusedly.

"You see that," Arkana raised both eyebrows.

"Ish, haphazardly," Anwa chuckled. "Ar, I'm going to have lunch, want me to turn off the phone or do we stay connected?"

"Let me call again, eat a lot, give me a kiss to the darn ya," Arkana pursed her lips. "I love you, Wa."

"I love you too, Dad." Anwa gives a kiss on her phone screen.

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At three o'clock in the afternoon Arkana again contacted Anwa, Arkana said that the work was done and for the next all will be handled by one of the confidants he just assigned.

"But it's still raining there?" ask Anwa.

"It's not really, just the usual rain is not heavy, I've been in the car on the way, if not jammed at six o'clock already in Jakarta, met at the hospital ya," softly said.

"Ar, be careful .. call me if you have entered Jakarta."

"okay ...."

The conversation was interrupted, Anwa returned to work on her soon-to-be-finished work.

"Wa ...," the voice of the call from her superior who was also her father-in-law surprised Anwa.

"Yes, sir."

"Mother Ema have you revised the documents I need?"

"Already sir," replied Anwa who is always professional in work.

"Antar to my room later," said Fajar who walked to the elevator.

One hour Anwa struggled with her work, while at four in the afternoon, there was a sense of wanting to contact Arkana but was stopped considering Arkana was on the way, maybe later she thought.

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An hour drive that Arkana had taken from Bandung, the rain was getting heavier when it was when he left the rain had stopped. Need to be careful in carrying a vehicle in times of rain like this, especially through toll roads, the road will feel slippery.

Through the Cipularang toll, Arkana carries the speed of his car at medium speed, as well as other cars. Considering the Cipularang toll to Jakarta like a road down the mountain.

The speed is still very stable, the music in the car makes Arkana still have to be awake with cold air and eyes that must always be alerted.

Instantly Arkana stepped on the brakes of the car suddenly when the car in front of him stopped suddenly, Arkana slammed the steering wheel to the right towards the highway barrier, lashing from the rear car hard on his car.

A violent collision in his head made him lose control to stop his car, until the impact from the opposite direction was inevitable.

A flash of memory and his wife's face swirled around in his mind, the flow of blood from his head passing through Arkana's eyes so warm it felt, blood also came out in both nostrils.

Arkana's consciousness began to thin, tightness in his chest so felt, the airbag expands perfectly, unfortunately the head collision that Arkana naturally occurs many times from the front and back of the car that hit his car.

Anwa's face flashed with her smile, it felt like Arkana could no longer endure the pain in her head. Still trying to break away from inside the car, yet what other slow power of consciousness was beginning to thin out.

The back-to-back accidents caused by slippery roads, heavy rain and the sudden stopping of vehicles in front of Arkana cars make it a must experience all this.

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Anwa makes a phone call to Arkana but has no answer. Still thinking positively, Anwa finally took an online taxi to the hospital where she used to check her content.

Hoping to meet Arkana there, for almost an hour and a half there was no news from Arkana, Arkana should have entered Jakarta.

Again Anwa contacted her husband but still no answer, the patient's sequence number was only three numbers from the queue number.

Anwa's sudden uneasy feeling, but as fast as Anwa's lightning. Anwa's phone rang, the corner of her lips expanded, finally the one she was waiting for contacted her, with a whimper and her long voice, Anwa greeted the voice across there.

"Ar, have you been there? you where?I'm in front of the doctor's office, you come straight here, yes" Anwa stood up from her seat spreading her gaze to look for the figure.

"With the wife of Father Arkana the Son of Dawn? We from the West Bandung district police, informed that Mr. Fajar had a consecutive accident at the Cipularang toll road to Jakarta."

Anwa choked, as if the air he could not breathe, time seemed to stop, his feet seemed to not tread on the earth, his heart was pounding, his blood flow seemed to stop flowing.

What he heard was like the sudden sound of lightning rolling out, shaking his world, ravaging the thoughts he had in mind.

Anwa was limp, Anwa was sitting on the hospital floor, all eyes were looking at her, tears were not even coming out. Anwa's brain was spinning what she should do, what she should do.

His eyes were pushy, a split second his phone rang back, the father-in-law contacted him, Anwa was silent.

"Wa .. Where are you? tell me where you are, son?" many times the question was thrown until Anwa realized when the clash across there was heard, the voice of the father-in-law snapped at him so that Anwa immediately realized in her confusion.

"Mr ... Arkana ... Arkana Pa ...." Anwa's cry broke, everyone in front of the obstetrician's practice finally realized that Anwa was not okay.

Until finally one of the visitors took over the phone in the hands of Anwa, providing information where Anwa was.

"Stay with me, Ar," Anwa cried.

***please..stay tune...

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Chida & Chida***