Love Language
From mother's grave

I'm still stuck in mom's belly button without a word.

"Honey it's late afternoon, come home! any minute it looks like it will soon rain." mas Rio told me.

"Ngg, i-yeah mas well." I told him stammeringly for holding back tears from flowing down my cheeks.

For some reason there was a feeling of sadness that ruled me, as if I was really losing and there was a great longing in this heart.

Maybe because after this I'll stay away from my family, from my real mother too. Because after living far away from this city I will no longer be able to visit mother's grave as often as usual.

"Mom...Rara pamit first yes, sorry if after this Rara will rarely visit mother." said I'm saying goodbye to the tombstone perched above the mother's navel.

Mas Rio immediately grabbed my body and led me towards the road to the quiet and desolate cemetery.

The coldness is getting into my bone marrow with the darkening of the sky because the cloud is getting thicker. We immediately entered the car and Mr. Pras immediately stepped on the accelerator pedal to drive the car away from the cemetery.

The specks of raindrops seemed to understand what I was feeling right now. Sadness, happiness, longing and also the feeling of haru mixed into one container which is now starting to be crowded and as if no longer able to stem the overflow of emotions until the dam of my defense spills. Tears started to drip between my nose and cheeks as I leaned my head on Rio's shoulder.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" tanyanya who began to realize her shoulders now began to get wet by the tears of my eyes.

I just kept quiet while shaking my head slowly, I wrapped my arms around her stomach and the more tightly I held my arms around my husband. The shame no longer ignored me even though I knew it was not just the two of us who were in the car at this time.

Mas Rio tried to calm me down by gently rubbing my head wrapped in a hijab, as well as his wiggly fingers and smooth skin wiping the clear fur running between my cheeks.

Although I began to feel calm with my husband's warm touch,but my sadness and longing still stuck in my heart because soon I had to part with people who I loved and loved me.

"Pras, we're going straight to mama's house!" mas Rio's orders to the personal assistant of his trust.

Cars slowly began to drive on the streets of the village is quiet, maybe because the day has begun to afternoon and also the drizzle makes anyone reluctant to get out of where they feel comfortable, namely home.

Ciiiiiiiiie!!!!!!!!

Suddenly arrived the car we were riding suddenly and now was on the shoulder of a quiet street. Immediately me and Rio dangsng see the situation around.

"Sorry young master, sorry Miss Maura was suddenly crossed" said Mr. Pras told him the reason for braking suddenly to make us both follow the fog.

"Have we hit him Pras?" mas Rio asked still in a panicked tone without letting go of his embrace on my body out of worry.

"Sa-I don't know sir, let me go down to see it first" replied Pras while opening the car door to see the outside.

Rio quickly opened the car door for Mr. Pras who was seen carrying the body of a foreign woman who seemed unconscious.

"Mas, what's wrong with him?! Did Mr Pras hit him?! He's alive, isn't he?!" I asked in panic, because I was afraid that the woman who was the victim of our collision had died. How to feel our sin, which even though accidentally has harmed innocent people.

Mas Rio immediately sat the woman on the front bench next to Mr. Pras instead of on the back bench next to me, maybe he understood if I also felt panic and fear at this time.

"Right to Pras Hospital!" rio mas orders on Mr. Pras who also directly stepped on the gas and drove the car nimbly through the increasingly swift rainwater spray.

"Mas, he's alive, isn't he?" I was curious and panicked and scared.

"God willing it seems to be still a pity, he is still breathing and his pulse is still there" replied Rio who began to show his calm face that was handsome and beautiful.

Although actually I myself was very curious, but I did not dare to see the face of the woman who was lying helpless on the front bench.

Upon arrival at the nearest Hospital Mr. Pras immediately asked for help from the Hospital to help prepare the gurney and also help bring down the patient.

When the woman was transferred to the gurney I could see the woman's wrist wearing a bracelet that was familiar, while I also glimpsed my wrist that was wearing the same bracelet.

Instantly my mind returned to recall where I was when I was still wearing my Junior High School uniform. The three of us were me, Laura and Yasmin. They were all my best friends during Junior High, we were at a mall not far from the school walking into an acesoris shop and Yasmin picked a pair of friendship bracelets consisting of three bracelets of different colors.

"Yasmine?! Laura?!" my murmurs were softened as the Hospital officials ran to push the gurney where the woman who seemed to be the kunal was laid.

"What's up, baby? what'd you say?" rio asked me curiously.

"No mas, but the woman.if it is not wrong I seem to know her," I replied half unsure, but, because I can not see the woman's face clearly only the bracelet worn only visible. And it could be that the woman just happened to be wearing the same bracelet that my best friend and I were wearing.

Although very curious, but I hold my curiosity for a moment because for now only the doctor and nurse are allowed to enter with the patient in the closed room.

While I, mas Rio and pak Pras can only wait at the door of the IGD room with anxiety and anxiety for fear of bad things happening to the woman.

Shortly after we waited for almost an hour, finally came out a nurse in the typical clothes of hospital health workers and the three of us immediately rose from sitting simultaneously without command.

"Sorry, are you the family of the patient inside?" asked a female nurse who had just walked out the door and her gaze was on the three of us.

"Yes we're his family, what about the state of the patient inside?" pras replied lying because he admitted the foreign woman as a family of the three of us, and asked her how she was with a panicked face.

SERIATED,