Marry Bening
A I U E O

Aslam Pov's

From a distance I saw the car that Frendian was driving. I carried my moge with above average speed. Overtake here and there without me noticing how many horn sounds their gerrymandering me made. My only goal is one: to catch up with Erina.

I overtook the car that Frendian was carrying. Right in front of him, making the car stop suddenly. Just another fistful of that car could hit me, and I don't care if it gets Erina back with me. That's a shallow thought, isn't it? I was willing to sacrifice my life for the sake of the woman who rejected my proposal.

"What the fuck, Lam? Are you bored with living?!" Dian got out of his car. As for Erina, she was just flinching in the car.

"Shut up! Don't interfere!" show me to Dian. "Hon, get out Hon!" I was banging on the car window. "Hon, pliss, open the door!" I banged impatiently as the car door locked from the inside. Why is Erina avoiding me?

"Lam, that. Don't force Erina. You know Erina's dream all along. You should support him." Dian held me down but I still rebelled.

"Gue said you don't have to interfere, anj*m!" I punched and pushed Dian to the ground. At that moment, Erina got out of the car.

Instead of calming me down, Erina scolded me and helped Dian. Erina's look hated me.

"H-Hon, I-I didn't mean to..."

"Enough, Lam! Enough is enough!" Erina helped Dian to stand up. "Please, Lam." Erina clenched her palm, begging me.

I shook my head. "No, don't do this!" I cupped Erina's hand. "Well, if you're going to Paris, I'll take you right now. We can get married and live there." I pulled Erina's hand. But he shook, then pulled his hand. "Why?" My eyes glazed. "Why, Hon?"

"Lam, I said please wait for me. I can't take you there. It's my career. And agencies there want single models to be brand ambassadors of their products. They signed me for the next two years on the condition that I had no relationship, let alone marriage. You know, don't you, I mean?" obviously Erina was excited.

"But what's wrong with getting married? We can get married and delay having children if that's what you want. And we can keep our relationship a secret." I keep denying. My mind is just getting married, getting married and marrying Erina! I want Erina!

"It's not that easy, Lam!" yell Erina. "You can't be silly! What if I get caught lying? They can fire me, even if I get a penalty before my career grows!" Erina frustrated. Perhaps he was irritated by my stubborn attitude.

"Gakpapa, yokobo. If you fail, I can live you. Without you being an international model, you can be famous. What my family has, it won't run out just for financing all your needs!" Like a moron I kept persuading Erina. In fact, what do I have other than relying on my parents' possessions?

"You're ridiculous!" Erina turned around and left me.

"Come, Yan. We can be late!" he asked Dian to leave.

"Hon. Hon, please don't be like this. Pliss, don't stay with me, "please. I hugged Erina's leg. Like a child whose mother does not want to leave.

Erina doesn't care. He thrashed for me to let go. "I said wait for me, yeah wait for me, Lam! You have to be patient. You love me, don't you?" i'm nodding. "So that, please kabulin my request."

"No, not Hon. Don'tgo. Yan, please Yan, don't take Erina away. I'm sorry, Yan." Erina and Dian got in the car. They didn't care and left me alone. "HON!! DON'T STAY WITH ME, HON!! ERINA!!"

ARGH!! I screamed loudly. I squeezed my head hair, then knelt on the deserted paved streets. At that time, the Goddess Fortuna I had always been proud of was not on my side. Like a madman I cry. The cracks in the heart cannot be repaired. Completely destroyed...

When I called Erina by her name, at that moment the gaping cavity in my heart was relieved. There was no burden in my heart when I saw Erina leave me alone. I was angry, upset and crying. But this hole in the heart seemed to be deliberately wide open as if the wind was blowing wanting to pass through it. I don't know why...

***

I drove my moge at high speed through the deserted streets of the capital. My mind went nowhere. Erina, only Erina is in my brain. Our two years together really got me used to his presence. Although our relationship was only traversed by momentary worldly pleasures.

Someone honked his horn many times behind me. I don't give a shit. My hearing was deaf and my sight was blinded by lust and betrayed love. I didn't hear or see anything around me at the time. Until when the sound of hits, broken and pounding hard objects, finally woke me up.

I hit the motor of someone who stopped in front of me. No, the motorbike did not stop suddenly but deliberately dispelled the speed of my motorbike which almost collided with a mini bus that was about to cross the corner of the crossroad road. It was my fault for not focusing on the traffic lights and around the road.

I fell down and slipped right to the side of the road after I turned my bike away. The matic motorbike I hit was violently hit by a mini bus with the position of the motorbike that overtook the front of the mini bus. I was lying on a cold street. My eyes began to crumble. All I saw was a girl who seemed to be a dozen years old, both lying helplessly with me with a body squeezed by her motor matic. The red liquid flows right in the head. The blood flowed to my place. In my heart I want to scream. However, the longer my gaze grew blurred and darkened.

Hang in...

Like a mantra I keep saying in my heart. Wh-wh-what for? I don't know why my heart rumbled as the girl lay helpless for the sake of a clueless man like me.

That girl helped me...

***

One week later...

The first thing I saw when I woke up after the accident was a white roof. The lights blinded my vision. I heard my mother scream in gratitude. A sense of relief and tired adorned her beautiful face.

And here I am now, under a shady tree, sitting on the bench of the hospital yard. Breathing in the fresh air calmed my mind. It was a week after that incident. I even woke up for a few hours when I was rushed to the hospital. Lukaku nothing, just bruises and blisters in some parts. Even with my moge who is in good condition. Maybe the wound is the same as mine and it can be repaired.

The doctor allowed me to go home after I was declared okay after waking up. But I keep flinching. It feels so lazy to go home. Hospitals seem to be more comfortable compared to hotels or tourist attractions.

When the police came to ask, I was silent. They take turns coming to an end with a gruff, wasted breath. Between patience and annoyance. Sorry, Mr Police! But I really don't want to hear or talk about anything. In my brain I'm still struggling about Erina.

Why are you the same with me, Rin?

Rin's? Why is it easier for me to call his name meaningless.

"You handsome guy, you cry too, you're a handsome guy," said someone interrupting my comfort. I quickly wiped my tears that had been dripping down my cheeks. How humiliating!

I turned my eyes to the source of the voice. Right next to me, he sat on the bench I sat on with his rest. The girl smiled at me. He wears the same patient clothes as me. His head was fully wrapped in bandages with several cuts on his face that looked pale and slightly swollen. But did not make the joy that emanated from the smile that he gave it subsided. His face was radiant at a time when his condition was worse than mine.

Just look, his legs and hands even wore a cast that was so thick. The wheelchair he put right next to this bench. When did he get up to sit next to me?

"I got thirty stitches from a torn scalp. Yes, maybe around that, I forgot.maybe also more...so my hair was trimmed out..hehehe..." he who chuckles, I began to grimace.

"My bone is broken so I have to undergo pen installation surgery in it. Fortunately my leg only got a shift in the joint, not broken and the cast can be quickly removed. And.the wheelchair was quite helpful. Not bad, do not be tired to make the way," like not a patient, he chuckles and tells his story casually without pain.

What he said was without burden. I who heard it even hung in horror let alone seeing his condition.

"But I'm fine, really. It's just that my memory disappeared because my head hit me so hard," he smiled. "But the doctor said, this memory must come back soon" he continued as if to calm his own words.

I was still silent, for some reason my tongue felt muddy. The girl's voice sounded familiar in my ears. And.it calms me. It's like there's a special magnet that makes me want to open up to her, but it's hard to talk.

"Gakpa. Speak up if you feel better. I'm quite sorry I said that. Consider me again confide in Mas Ganteng. It just so happened that I only came to my senses two days ago and found Mas sitting here daydreaming." As if I could hear her voice, the girl understood me. He even made me quite gasp at his words and actions. The girl tidied my hair, combing using her free hand fingers. I think I've felt this before.

The touch of his hand was so soothing. Like a kitten so swept away when someone stroked his head.

"So, I just heard me talk. Don't be upset if I'm a little girlyahh." With her soft and pampered mane, she smiled again. Her smile was contagious, I was amused.

In the afternoon before dusk, I spent some time listening to his chatter. The stories were diverse and I was swept into the story even though I didn't understand what he was talking about was just about him waking up from a three-day coma with the people he met afterwards. He laughed, cheered, sometimes there was a sad point in his eyes. I pulled the corners of my lips as I heard him speak, barely visible.

"Don't do it, I can do it myself." My reflexes were about to stand up to help him in his wheelchair. With great difficulty he sat down.

"Let's just relax, it's an automatic wheelchair." He demonstrated the usefulness of the wheelchair cheerfully. Like a child given a toy.

"Babay, Mommy. Don't be sad anymore. Thanks for the horror of my curcolan. And I'm happy because when I realized, I saw a beautiful scene here, which is Mas Ganteng..." He waved his hand with a laugh. Surprisingly I returned the wave of his hand even though my expression was flat. He smiled happily.

Until he left and the trail of his shadow disappeared, we didn't tell each other names. One thing is for sure, he gave me support. Growing a sense of spirit in the soul.

"A...A...I...I...U...E...O.." - O..." I practice vocals. Like a toddler just learning to talk. The girl told me. I foolishly followed that advice.

Again, I smile. This time I even wanted to laugh. For a moment I forgot the tears that had been flowing foolishly for a week. And...Mas's? Why did my heart grow happy when the girl called me with that call?

***

EPILOGUES

Pov

I saw the maximum handsome man who had gone after his girlfriend drove off the motor with no focus. He was on the wrong track so early I intended to go home instead so follow him. Fortunately the streets are empty. I'm clawing at him so he wakes up. But it feels free. Maybe he was in a rage. Fortunately the bike is back in the right current. However, at the crossroads of the highway when the red light was on, the man still continued to drive his motorcycle.

A high-speed mini-bus because of its green light turn hit my bike hard. Without calculation I drove the man's way so as not to get hit by a mini bus. Even I let myself hit my bike and myself. Am I stupid?

I was lying on the road with the body squashed by the body of the motorbike that was overtaken by the front bumper of the mini bus. I saw the man fall. Dark view. I still hope the man survives...

*

I smiled moving my wheelchair away from the man. I know, behind her flat face, she has a beautiful smile. I looked at my right palm that had boldly tidied up her hair earlier. I'm shy. However, my heart is happy. I don't know why...

TB

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