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A Story of the Past

Amman arrived at the hospital the next day. After conducting a series of basic checks, it was discovered that Amman was in a condition that allowed to donate some of his blood.

The man's blood was taken, and ready to be transfused into Nino's body which is still lying weak. Even more often sleep due to low hemoglobin levels.

Amman then rested for a while, after 470ml of blood was removed and stored in a blood bag. After a while, he moved to go home.

At least he had savings. If one day he needs blood, then the person must give reciprocity to him.

"Sir Amman, the donor's family wants to see you."

One of the nurses told Amman when she was just about to leave the hospital.

"Oh, okay."

Amman also agreed to this. This is the time to show his hero look in front of the family of the recipient of the blood donor. So that they know Amman's face. And if Amman ever needs blood, the family must return the favor.

Amman walked in the nurse's footsteps, heading to the room where Nino was. Confidently, the old man set his foot on the corridor passageway.

Then time stopped.

"Partner."

Amman recognized a man standing in front of a room, by his side a nurse whom Amman also knew. Yes Sister Zefanya, I don't know why the two people were there. The nurse who took him stopped his steps.

"Sir Amman, this is Citra's mother. The parents of the donor's recipient, Zionino Andhika." said the nurse.

"Bu Citra, this is Mr. Amman who donated his blood to the mother's child" he continued.

The nurse then passed. While the three remaining people were now staring at each other, with bodies frozen over each other. Their bodies were trembling amidst mixed feelings.

***

A few hours before this incident.

Sister Zefanya who watched Nino's body lying in the emergency room was getting closer. He wanted to make sure the face of the child he had not seen for a dozen years. He approached the team that was busy handling.

"Degh."

Inner rumbles.

It seems true, even though he has grown up. But Sister Zefanya clearly remembered the face of the child. The child who once wanted to be killed by Citra, his own birth mother.

Then treated carelessly by his adoptive parents. Now he has grown into a handsome and dashing adult man, only that day he was hit by a disaster.

Sister Zefanya also eavesdropped on the conversation around, between Ryan and her other children. Until a conclusion is reached, if Nino has been stabbed by an unknown person. Hearing that explanation, Sister Zefanya rushed to go home. It just so happened that his task schedule was done.

Sister Zefanya did not go back to her residence, but visited Citra Vidyasara residence. A famous skincare entrepreneur, who is currently arguably his business is advancing rapidly.

"I found the boy."

Sister Zefanya said to Citra, on the front page of the woman's house. Because if you speak inside, Citra is afraid this will be heard by her husband and children.

"Where?" tanya Citra with teary eyes held back tears.

"She's in the hospital where I work, her condition is critical" sister Zefanya said.

The tears of Citra were unstoppable.

"Why could that be?" ask her later.

"According to what I heard, he was stabbed by an unknown person. Most likely he got into a fight."

The tears of Citra are flowing.

"Will he survive?" ask the image again.

"Now, the hospital is waiting for blood donations. Because the rhesus your son has is negative."

The image sobbed more and more in tears, he had regretted this matter even for many years. Nino is a child that Citra never wanted, not once. All because of Amman's depraved deeds to him decades ago.

Nino is the son of Amman. He's not that far from Rani, nor Amanda. It all started when Citra moved house, when she was 8 years old. He met a neighbor of his age.

"Armando." said the boy to Citra.

"Partner." Reply Citra while smiling.

Long story short, they became friends of the game. Citra originally called Amman "Arman."

But over time, the letter R in the word was lost. He often called his friend "Aman" whose letter M sometimes sounded double in the ear. Since then, all of their friends have called Amman the same name.

Their friendship went well, sometimes they got along, sometimes they fought. Like most friends in general.

Until then both of them entered SMP. They continued their schooling in the same place. That's where they met Aston. An indo child who has blue eyes, as well as a face that is more handsome than Amman.

Since the beginning of the meeting, it seems that Citra has fallen in love with Aston. Until the next days Amman often left aside. That's where it started. They remain friends of the three, although Amman is more often not invited. When Citra and Aston often go both ways.

Until one day Amman realized that he had fallen in love with Citra. Especially since entering SMA, the growth of Citra is increasing rapidly. Because of his habit of exercising often, he grew up to be a sexy teenager who had a chest and a solid back. Makes any man rustle when he sees it.

Amman was about to reveal his heart one day. But when he arrived, he was preceded by Aston. Image and Aston even kissed in front of Amman's own eyes.

That was the first and last time Amman felt the love of his life. Before he closes the door of the heart of all good, forever and ever.

"Where are you going, so neat?" ask Amman at the time.

He noticed Amman's dapper clothes, and carried a bouquet of red roses in his hand.

"You want to invite your date girl, huh?" timpal Aston with a seductive voice and gaze.

Amman smiled bitterly. Actually he wanted to shed tears right then and there, but tried hard he could bear it. His heart had been broken, broken by his two companions.

The image with him since childhood, the image that is always there even from the start he opened his eyes until the night before. It has now been snatched away by people who have even just entered into their lives.

Since that day, Citra has been less and less with Amman. Because he has been busy with business love with Aston. Amman was alone, with all the memories they had.

Even that man always missed their childhood moments. He always comes to the backyard of the house, when he misses the image. Where there are two swings that he often uses with the girl.

In that place, sometimes when they have problems, they always tell stories and share them together. There was a lot of laughter there, which just disappeared.