Love Language
Mr. Mario
Sister Ana sat on the visitor bench next to the bed of Jesi now lying down with an infusion hose stuck to her hand.
"How are you doing now, Jes? is it better?"
Ask Brother Ana to Jesi who only answers with a nod.
"Is it still dizzy?"
Ask sister Ana while holding Jesi's fingers.
"Slightly brother."
Answer with a hoarse voice.
"Still nauseous?"
"No, it just feels like I'm really sleepy."
"Rest, the school will call your family."
Jesi nodded back then closed her eyes.
"So the doctor said what brother, what pain did I have? lately it's been a lot of nausea and dizziness."
Jesi asked Ana when she reopened her eyes, which had been closed for a moment.
"Jes..whatever happens believe me, the people around you will always be there for you!"
Said sister Ana to Jesi, I approached towards Jesi grasping her fingers.
"We're here to support you, Jes, we're your best friend."
I tried to strengthen.
"What actually happened, brother? am I going to die, am I seriously ill now?"
He asked as he got up from his bed, I helped him sit down.
"You...pregnant Jes!"
Said Ana telling him.
Jesi was only silent with cheeks wet with tears, her mouth was smothered with her own two hands so that her voice did not come out on the sidelines sobbing her cries.
"Actually who did it Jes?"
I asked full of curiosity, what kind of man could do this to Jesi.
"Sir Mario!"
Jesi replied softly as her two hands released the clots to her own lips.
"Sir Ma---rio!"
I repeated Jesi's words stammering as if in disbelief.
The name of the person whom Jesi mentioned was Mr. Mario, the man who has now become my husband in recent months.
Like being struck by lightning, I resisted the outpouring of emotions and the shedding of tears with great difficulty and with all my might.
The pain was like a pain stuck right in my heart, the tightness in my chest made it even harder to breathe.
I hugged Jesi's body without being able to hold back the melt of tears that passed through the cheeks to wet my white veil.
We cried together, but I saw Jesi smiling on the sidelines of her crying.
"Jes...we go out first!'
I said as we saw the two old men of Jesi coming.
All the way after school I just daydreamed, thinking back to what Jesi said when asked about who had done the cursed deed to her.
The tightness of the chest and the stabbing of an invisible knife again felt in my heart, a pain that I could not say just by complaining.Tampa I realized the melt of tears had returned to my hood,I was as much as myself in the backseat of Mr. Pras.
"Miss, is Miss okay?"
Ask Pras to me without stopping the speed of the car he was driving.
"Stop the car for a minute Mr. Pras!"
My request to Mr. Pras who immediately find a place that if safe to pull over.
Immediately I wiped my tears shortly after Mr. Pras pulled the car over.
"I hope Mr. Pras answers my question honestly without anyone being covered up again, there should be no more rejection answers!"
For a moment Mr. Pras was silent, as if he was weighing my request.
"Sorry lady, if I may know what kind of question will the lady ask me?"
Ask me.
"Don't ask too many questions, just answer what's hard!"
I replied irritatedly while tightening my teeth.
"Well, miss, even though my work will be at stake.Because at this time the young man ordered me to submit to the lady."
He said in a tone as if begging not to question things that will endanger his soul and body.
SERIATE......