
Fragile face with pale white color decorate the face that makes the heart of the maudi feel the pain is very, very,
His hand touched the soft black mane
“sadly mother wake up dear, this mother nak” whispered in the ear of aillen
“mother kangen you dear, don't make mama worry”
Maudi held the hand wrapped in an intravenous needle, kissing it against his cheek
Tears continued to flow on his cheeks making the stuffing can no longer be damped
For some he even cried to grin that fragile hand
He tried to strengthen himself so that Aillen would not hear him but she was too weak for this
He came out without saying anything more to Aillen because her throat felt choked just to swallow her own saliva
Out there those who wait for the maudi are surprised because the maudi immediately cries into the arms of her husband
Crying in the arms of her husband
All were silent back anxiously at the state of aillen inside there
Sagara also dared himself to go inside to see Aillen who was struggling in his sleep to wake up
Opening the door knob was heavy in his hands but he knew the aliens needed real support from him
“hai” said
“how there, I'm here now”
“wake up I miss you”
Whisper for whisper he said in the ear of the puja
As much as she could, she held herself back from crying,
He approached stroking the black mane, pecking at the top of the head and both eyes closed
Sitting next to Aillen gripped that hand tightly
Peeping the back of the hand was a little long
Looking at the sleeping face there
For the first time in his life he became a talkative figure only to get an answer from Aillen
“I only asked you to joke but I lost you” instead
“I want to be more kind to you but why do you even silence me like this dear”
The words sounded soft, the longing implied there made him unable to hold it for longer
“don't leave me again darling I beg”
But still Aillen has not given any answer, or a response to him when asagara said his wish
But without a doubt Aillen dropped her tears
A sign of a response that can give hope
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Aillen on*
I was standing in a dark room without any restrictions feeling lonely and cold there
“mother, sagara? Where are you?”
“bundaaa, sagaraaaa”
I kept calling them but no answer at all I began to feel fear, I cried and tried to walk to get out of here
For a moment there was a white light my eyes closed because of the glare
When she opened her eyes the atmosphere changed, feeling familiar
When I observed this road in front of my elementary school, I circulated my gaze in all directions
My gaze locked on the little girl there who was not far from where I was standing right now, I felt surprised because it turned out that the one standing there was me as a child
Seen a child who was standing waiting for someone who would pick her up, a sweet girl with two neat pigtails on her head, wearing her knee-length school clothes made her look adorable
Not long after a similarly dressed child approached him
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