
Dicky opened his eyes, slowly opening them perfectly.
He looked around him, saw a stretch of grassland that was very green and wide, to the brimless.
The thin mist enveloped the place, so quiet and quiet, only the sound of the wind whirring slowly, making a sense of coolness in Dicky's body.
"Mirh ..."
He heard a voice calling to him.
The sound was far away but felt so close.
A voice he had once known.
Dicky spread his gaze around the place, until when he looked back he was a little stunned.
A beautiful woman in white dress was already standing looking at him with a gentle gaze.
"Ra-Replace?" dicky's voice was held back when he mentioned the name.
"Dicky .. I'm sorry .. I'm sorry Dicky!" ranti.
There were tears dripping down the woman's cheeks.
"Ranti, how are you? I haven't seen you in a long time!" said Dicky.
"Dicky ...I ... I want to go Dicky .. I'm tired, I want to go home!" ranti lirih said.
Dicky was silent looking at Ranti, his heart was trembling at the eyeballs he had once admired so much.
But the power of destiny never sided with them, so they had to suffer the wound, the wound so deep.
"I want Dicky home, will you take me home?" ranti asked with a look full of hope.
"Where are you going home? Why don't you ask Dio to drive you?" ask Dicky back.
Ranti seemed to cry painfully, her sobbing voice wrenching the hearts of anyone who heard her.
"Dio is very good, even very good, I have hurt him too much, I sinned against him and against Chika my son!" reply Ranti.
"You still have a chance to fix it!" Dicky.
"No! I don't have much time, right now I just want you to come and take me home, even though there's a wall between us, but I can still feel those memories, memories that I'll never forget!" ranti.
Dicky stared silently at the woman, The woman who used to accompany his days, color his life, and give him a dream, even though everything ran aground halfway.
"Tell my apologies to your wife Fitri, I am sincere and happy to see you and Fitri happy, forgive me. forgive me!" Isak Ranti while walking away from Dicky.
"Ranti, where are you going?? Don't go Ranti, you can tell me anything!! But you don't go!!" exclamation Dicky.
Ranti no longer spoke, but clearly visible from the radiance of her eyeballs, there was a longing stored up, and it was very painful.
"Replace! Why are you quiet! Let's talk Ranti! What do you want to say? Say me!" scream Dicky.
"Replace!!"
A pat on Dicky's cheek resuscitated Dicky.
Dicky immediately woke up, his eyes opened when he saw Fitri was already sitting opposite him.
"You why Mas?? What kind of dream are you? Why did you mention Ranti??" ask Fitri.
Dicky did not immediately answer Fitri's question, he gathered all his consciousness to remember what had just happened to him.
"Your eyes are wet, are you crying?" fitri asked as he rubbed Dicky's wet eyes.
Suddenly Dicky hugged Fitri tightly while crying.
"I dreamed Fit, I dreamed of meeting Ranti, she asked me to drive her home, what feeling is this?" dicky said with a slightly shaking voice.
"So, did you dream of meeting Ranti? Tumbens!" gumam Fitri's.
"I don't know Fit either, Ranti suddenly appears in my dream, and it looks so real, as if it wasn't a dream!" dicky said.
"Mas, maybe there is something Ranti wants to tell you, all this time we even very rarely visit him, tomorrow we look at Ranti ya Mas!" take Fitri while rubbing Dicky's cheeks with his hands.
"Yes Fit!" sahut Dicky's.
Fitri fell silent, she realized one thing, that besides her, Dicky had loved another woman very deeply, and that she was Ranti.
Dicky and Fitri meet when both are injured, but now the wound has recovered, and turned into a sincere and holy love.
"I'm sorry Fit!" dicky said suddenly, as he saw Fitri being silent for a moment.
"No, Mom, why do you have to apologize? Everyone has a past, if there is no past, there can be no present!" answer Fitri.
Dicky glanced at the wall clock of his room at a glance, the time had shown two o'clock in the morning, for some reason he was still thinking about his dream earlier.
"Sleep again Mas, see still at two in the morning, come on, he said tomorrow want to hold social service in the hospital!" fitri reminded.
Dicky nodded his head, he again began to lay down his body on his bed.
But his eyes were still staring at the ceiling.
"Tomorrow after holding a social service event, we look at Ranti ya Mas!" said Fitri who was lying next to him.
"Yes Fit, you accompany me!"
"Of course it's ..."
"You're not angry, are you Fit?" ask Dicky.
"Why is Mas angry?"
"If I remember Ranti!" said Dicky.
"Why should I be angry? I have no reason to be mad at you, Ranti was already in your heart before I was, and it wasn't your fault!" answer Fitri.
"Thank you Fit, you are so kind and understanding, I thank God and fate for bringing us together!" whispered Dicky.
"Yes Mas, I am also very grateful, could be your wife, now sleep Mas, close your eyes!" fitri said as he pulled Dicky's blanket.
Then Fitri gently stroked Dicky's forehead, so that the man could close his eyes immediately.
"I'm afraid of Fit!" said Dicky.
"What are you afraid of?"
"Fear that the dream is coming again ..."
"Let it come again, maybe Ranti just misses you!" answer Fitri.
"Pity Dio, also Chika ..they must have suffered a lot!" dicky Mumbles.
"Here you go, sure they'll be all right!" fitri.
"Yes Fit ..." Dicky closed his eyes.
Drrt ... Drrt ... Drrt
Suddenly Dicky's phone shook, Dicky opened his eyes again, Dicky's hand and immediately grabbed the phone he put on his bedside table.
There was an incoming call from Dio, Dicky's chest suddenly rumbled.
Dicky slowly wiped the screen of his phone.
"Hello ..."
"Hello Doctor, I'm sorry to disturb your sleep ..."
"What's Dio??"
"I just wanted to let you know, if Ranti ... Ranti's gone, she's gone, she's dead!" dio's voice was crying.
Dicky was stunned, his whole body felt so light as cotton, he could hardly believe what he had to hear.
"A-what?? Ranti died?? Really true??" asked Dicky in disbelief, his eyes seemed to be turning red.
"Yes Doctor, he just died about ten minutes ago, and before he died, he had a chance to say your name!" dio said while sobbing sadly.
Dicky was speechless, unable to say a word.
Connect ....
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