Love In Sketches
All my fault

"Let me call Rubby." Mother Maya said.

After a few minutes and a few calls...

"Hows it? Did Rubby pick it up?" Ask Mama Goddess. Mother Maya shook her head.

"Not in the lift." The answer. Mama Dewi was getting restless.

Before long Mother Maya's phone rang, there was a name Rubby there.

"Rubby called." Mother Maya immediately raised her call.

"Asalamuala'ikum, Rubby."

"Waalaikumsalam, Mother. It's Arya." It's Arya." Arya's voice was heard behind the phone.

"Aryans? Where are you guys? Why haven't you picked up Mama Dewi?" Ask Mother Maya. But there was no answer from Arya.

"Aryan?"

"Mother... Rubby, Rubby's in the hospital..." Arya replied with a trembling voice.

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Arya sits in the iron chair in front of Rubby's room, which is being handled by a doctor. His view looks empty. His heart was troubled thinking about his wife's circumstances.

"All my fault.... I shouldn't be late to pick up my wife..." Arya covered her face with both palms, guilt as if drowning herself. Seeing Rubby's situation earlier, Arya was really sorry.

"Aryan!" A voice made the man look. Mama Dewi, Mother Maya and Bakti Father came in hasty steps.

"Arya, what's going on? Why did Rubby get in the hospital?" Ask Mama Goddess. But Arya was silent, it felt like her tongue was my tongue to answer the question from the mother.

"And why is your appearance such a mess? Whose blood is this?" Continue Mama Dewi who just realized the appearance of her son who was very tangled because of fighting with Bara earlier. There were some blood spots on the shirt he was wearing, making the parents even more worried.

"Arya, why shut up? What the hell's going on?" Mother Maya asked.

"Rubby...."

Klek, the door of the room is open. Stopping the new Arya will talk. Arya immediately got up and approached the doctor who had just finished dealing with his wife.

"Doctor, how's my wife doing?" Ask worried. Mama Dewi, Mother Maya and Bakti Father were no less anxious.

"Are you all a family patient?" Asked the middle-aged female doctor while looking at the one-on-one person standing before her.

"Yes, we're his family. We're his parents." Mother Maya answered.

"We'll talk in my room." Said the doctor.

"Why not just here, doctor? What really happened to my daughter?" Bakti's father asked. The female doctor was seen sighing before finally speaking.

"All right then. The patient's condition has improved, the critical period is past." The doctor replied that they breathed a sigh of relief.

"But there's something I want to say." Keep the doctor back.

"What's the doctor?" Ask Bakti's father was curious and afraid the doctor said bad things about his daughter.

"Patients seem to have p*chirp s*ksual. From some of the cuts and bruises on the patient's body, we conclude that." Answer the doctor who sounded like lightning in broad daylight.

"Most likely when conscious later the patient will experience shock or trauma. So I ask the patient's family not to leave him alone." The doctor returned. The three old men could only look at each other.

"I'll excuse you." The doctor resigned.

Arya's body felt limp, she sat back in her chair. While the questioning gazes of the parents were already centered on him.

"Arya, what exactly is going on? The doctor said Rubby..." Bakti's father seemed unable to continue his words. While Mama Maya and Mama Dewi, their pair of eyes began to look teary looking at him.

"Sorry, Dad. It's all Arya's fault. Arya's late to pick up Rubby..." Arya answered.

"What do you mean, Arya? What the hell is going on?" Ask Mama Dewi who is sitting next to Arya.

"Ma, Ma..."

"Mara?" Mama Dewi seemed to think, it seemed that the name was not foreign to him.

"Arya's college friends first. Turns out he likes Rubby and..."

Arya finally tells from the beginning about Bara who likes Rubby and yesterday proposed to Rubby, but Rubby refused because he was married. And also Bara who came back, but it turns out the man was trying to hurt and harass Rubby.

"So Arya was late to pick up Rubby, because Arya's car tire leaked and had to replace it first. As soon as Arya gets to the cake shop, the situation is already messy and Bara... It's almost..." Arya's throat was blocked, she could no longer speak.

Bakti's father's fingers tightly clenched hearing Arya's story, his jaw hardened. The middle-aged man would not let this go so easily. No father in this world would be willing if his daughter was hurt.

"Arya, you have to report the case to the police. Dad's not willing, Daddy's daughter gets treated like this." Snarled. Arya nodded.

"Yes, Dad. Later Arya will ask for the results of her visa as evidence." The answer. Arya then rose from her seat and rested before her parents.

"Dad, Mother, Mama... Arya is sorry. It's all Arya's fault that she can't keep Rubby..." His words are full of regrets.

"This Aryan is not entirely your fault." Mama Dewi said while rubbing her son's hair.

"Yes, Arya. Your mother said, don't blame yourself. We'd better pray Rubby's condition improves quickly." Mother Maya chimed in with tears flowing down her cheeks.

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A pair of netra that is usually decorated with glasses is now tightly closed. The gentle smile that used to adorn his lips was now no more. That shady face looked so calm in his sleep.

"Rubby..." Jemari Arya stroked his wife's cheek. Then turn on Rubby's forehead which has a bandage there.

"It must hurt..." Arya thought back to when Rubby had treated her wound some time ago. His wife was so worried, it was just a small wound. Arya closed her eyes. His meek wife, who had been so attentive to him all this time now lay helpless.

"I made you like this." Arya brushed away the tears that flowed without excuse and soaked her face.

His fingers touched Rubby's face again and now on his lips. There's a cut in the corner of Rubby's lip as a result of Bara's slap.

"I'm sorry, Rubby... Sorry..."

Arya kissed the back of Rubby's hand, and in an instant the man was already sobbing. Why is there always a barrier when their relationship starts to improve?

"Aryan..." Call Mama the Goddess who just came. The middle-aged woman looked compassionately at her eldest son. As Rubby lay in the hospital, Arya did not move a little from his side. Arya's so faithfully waiting for Rubby.

"You don't keep sad. Rubby's gonna be okay." Mama Dewi rubbed her son's shoulders, giving her spirit.

"Had Arya not been late, none of this would have happened..." Arya turned her body, still in a sitting position she hugged Mama Dewi.