Kiss The Rain's
Three days with you (2)

"Why he's unconscious, what you're doing is silent."

Both doctors looked to throw a glance.

"Sorry Miss, as Dr. Ridwan has said, if this man is experiencing induced coma. We just have to wait for the response from his body."

"Do your best, if necessary take him abroad."

Edho shook his head, "Sorry, Miss. His vital organs are still weak, very dangerous if they have to be taken out of the country."

"Then I have to see when I wait for him. Just once I got a chance to be alone with her. He's not even useful." Shally took a long breath. Turned her body out of the operating room.

Love that blinds you, miss. If you hadn't gone crazy to make him hurt, you wouldn't have bothered to take care of him. Fuck up!

Edho nibbled his forehead temple, it felt like he was also tired of waiting for this man to wake up from his sleep. Not because he cared about that man. But the babble of his master made his ears careless.

*

Day 1's.

"Husein, don't bring a cell phone charger?" Jasmine asked as she shook Husein's body that was asleep on her stomach.

"Joseph...,"

"Hmmm, uh,"

"Wake up, I'll run away if by the count of three you're still asleep."

There was no response from Hussein. He still closed his eyes.

"One, two.

Husein smiled as he turned around, "You count to a hundred you can't get out of this room."

"Why?"

"Take the key-idcard in my pants pocket." Husein patted the pocket of his pants are blue dongker. Pulling one corner of her lips teased.

"Males! uncle shower gih. Let's have breakfast together. I don't like it when I eat alone."

"He'emm, just grab the phone charger in my backpack."

"Okay, uncle." Jasmine moved closer to Husein's backpack on the sofa.

"I'm gonna take a shower first. Don't peek, I'm still a virgin."

Jasmine gawked, "Better or not the shape must be the same. I'm tired of playing with elephant tails." Jasmine reached into the backpack looking for where the charger was.

"Bored why?" Ask Hussein wonder.

"I was pregnant 3 times, the third I was pregnant alone. I'm tired Husein. After giving birth to this baby, I'd like to have a tubectomy." Clearly scrawny.

"Tubectomy?" Husein frowned not understanding.

"Egg sterile, Husein."

"You mean you can't have any more kids?"

Jasmine cleared her throat, while looking for the switch hole.

"Uncle, I never regretted having this child or the child of my former husband. But my age is no longer young, my womb does get super seeds from virgins. But my heart is tired too." Jasmine laid her body on the sofa.

"Forget it, I'm gonna take a shower. If you're hungry, eat your breakfast."

Husien passed towards the bathroom, while Jasmine glared deep into space.

Bryan, how are you, have you eaten. Are you tasteful. Bryan, are you worried about me. Don't be mad if your brother is with me now.

Jasmine's eyes closed, along with flowing tears slowly drenching her face.

Time rolled quickly, Husien came out of the bathroom while drying his wet hair.

The water flows through his chest which is often called a torn bread reader. His chest was field, notched, stocky and Ahhh!

Is she flirting with these pregnant mothers with her torn bread.

"Why?" Husein approached Jasmine while wearing a black t-shirt. While he also only wears boxer pants with casual.

"No, nothing!"

"Quick eat your breakfast and medicine."

"Good."

*

There is nothing suspicious about Husein who complies with Jasmine's wishes. From just accompanying him to see cartoons on TV, to be a place to tell stories about his life, to various types of favorite foods Jasmine slalu Husein provides.

He was happy if only considered Uncle by Jasmine. For him three days in a hotel room with a woman who would only be his sister's wife without being able to have her was more than enough.

Maybe that was Husein's desire all along. He did not betray his sister. He just wants to pay more attention to the woman who gives new life to his family.

The third day after spending time in room 227, Husein kept his promise to drive Jasmine home.

Between longing and gray.

"What's the matter, aren't you happy to see your family again?" Continue again as you walk closer to Jasmine.

"I doubt." Answer's short.

"What are you doubting?"

Husein tightly gripped Jasmine's shoulder and leaned her against the wall.

"I hesitate to go back, I doubt if my family can't take me back." Jasmine bowed.

"There's nothing to be afraid of, come back. Your family must be happy. Do your best for my sister, I'll help you."

"What about Mom and Dad?"

"Hahaha, there's nothing you need to worry about with my parents. They will be happy to get out of the black hole despite having to be in prison. Maybe this is the right path for our Nicolas Family to stop the crafty and disgusting work."

"Joseph....,"

"He'em, what?"

Husein took his hand off Jasmine's shoulder. The look in his eyes was now pouncing.

"Help me to pick up your sister." Jasmine hugged Hussein tightly. "I try my best for all of us."

Husein returned Jasmine's warm embrace, for her this was both an opportunity and a sign of separation.

"Recover yourself." Husein patted Jasmine on the shoulder, a sweet peck on her forehead ending the distance between the two of them.

Jasmine riveted.

"Let's go home."

Jasmine nodded. Following Husein's steps towards the hotel elevator.

Put them on the lobby floor. Nicky looked back at him with a full question mark.

On the way home there was only silence from Husien and Jasmine. They are busy with their own thoughts. Jasmine who kept squeezing her sweaty hands together, Husein who would not forget her first and last hug.

Until it did not feel the car had stopped right in front of Jasmine's house. With a time that indicates half ten o'clock at night.

"Come down." Pinta Hussein.

"I doubt."

Jasmine's face was agitated, one year's time was not a short time, for her to return to her family's surroundings.

Husein sighed, taking off his seatbelt. Until he tilted his body, removing the seatbelt that was still attached to Jasmine's body.

"Trust me, take good care of the Nicolas Trah, just as you look after your other children. Grow him into a strong, shitty kid like you and Bryan." Husien pulled his body around hugging Jasmine.

"Joseph...,"

"He'emm."

"I'm gonna need your help, so send me your home address."

"You got Bryan's phone?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Well, I'll send you the address."

"Thank you." Jasmine took off her embrace, she got down from inside the car. He walked hesitantly towards the gate of his house when Husein's car was already moving away from him.

I have to choose the path

back to being myself

back to the mission

The mission that's gonna make me go back to being a poor, miserable woman

Alone is unfathomable

Jasmine stood in the doorway, her hands hesitatingly knocking on the door of the house she desperately longed for.

The door where he returns to be Jasmine Adriana, the little daughter of Kamto Jayantaka.

Knocks repeatedly, Jasmine pias. Heart rumbles.

I fear.

Long Jasmine stood in the doorway. Nothing comes from inside.

The final beat before Jasmine gave up.

"Dad, mother. "Me, back."

The body turned around, again stepping its feet towards the gate of the house. Before finally the body turned around as shouts called out his name.

"GRANDFATHER.....,"