Mirages
Wake

Three days have passed since Mira finished surgery. The woman has not opened her eyes yet. As a result of losing a lot of blood, making him a little impaired in his brain which causes him never to wake up.

However, from his pupil sensor that captures light stimuli, Mira was not declared a coma by the medical team, just had not been aware of her sleep.

Linga still faithfully accompanied the woman who was still closed, and transferred all her work to Nicholas.

Alternately, Mira's friends in paradise fall came to see the poor woman who had to lose her future child.

One afternoon, when Lingga was cutting Mira's fingernails, he accidentally injured his cuticle until it bled. At once, Mira reacted by moving her fingers a little, and her eyelashes looked to soften.

It did not escape the perhatin Linga. He called out the name of the woman who had been a few days not also opened his eyes.

"Mir! Kira!" call Linga.

The woman's eyelashes move more and more, until finally gradually her eye fertilizers lifted little by little.

The phallus rose and brought his face closer to Mira. He gently stroked the top of his woman's head, and did not forget to press the emergency button that was beside the bed.

"Darling, you awake? Thankfully," said Lingga as Mira's eyes slowly opened.

"Ehm ..," Mira closed her eyes again as she felt glare with the light in the room.

He opened his eyes slowly, adjusting his pupils to the lighting conditions in his ward.

A faint white color dominates Mira's view. His vision was still blurred, due to too long sleep.

"A ... ku .. in .. ma ... na …?" the first sentence Mira uttered after waking up from her long sleep.

"You're in the hospital, honey," said Lingga.

Mira still looks very limp, until the blink of her eyes was so slow.

Not long after, the doctors and nurses came and saw that the patient had regained consciousness.

"I'm sorry, please wait outside. Let us do some tests on the patients" said one nurse.

"Well, Sus," said Lingga.

He let go of the grip on his woman's hand and walked out of Mira's ward.

The condition of the phallus has improved. But due to a gunshot wound that hit his shin, the man had to walk on crutches or a walking stick for some time to come until doctors allowed him to take it off.

The phallus waits long enough, about forty-five minutes. When the doctor was seen coming out of the room, Lingga immediately approached him and asked the condition of the woman.

"How, Doc? Is she okay?" ask Linga.

"Thank God, he's going through a critical period. Only his recovery. And for the matter of the content, please convey it carefully, so that the patient does not get depressed," exclaimed the doctor.

The doctor also explained what Mira can and does not do, as well as what foods should be avoided some of this time.

"Good, Doc. Thank you" said Lingga.

"Then, excuse me" said the doctor.

As soon as all the doctors and nurses, Lingga went back into Mira's ward. Seen there, the woman is still lying weak, and only able to move the head to the right and left.

Linga again sat on the chair beside the bed, with a little advance in position, to be closer to Mira.

He grabbed the woman's hand, and grasped it tightly, while sticking it on the cheek.

"Hi, sleeping princess," said Lingga.

A faint smile was engraved on the ice queen's pale face.

"How long am I sleeping, brother?" asked Mira in a voice that still sounded hoarse.

"Lumayan lama," replied Lingga while stroking Mira's temple.

"Sir ... Brother Erik?" ask Mira.

There was a sense of worry implied in his eyes, and even Linga knew about it.

"They're all secured by the authorities. I'll make sure they don't come out soon. You don't have to worry anymore either" said Lingga.

"Ehm ...," Mira nodded.

"Are you thirsty?" ask Linga.

"Ehm .. My throat is dry" complained Mira.

"Before a while," said Lingga.

He gets drinking water, and installs plastic straws to make Mira easier.

"Thank you, sister," said Mira.

"Ehm ... Do you need anything else?" ask Linga.

"My eyes are heavy. Can I just take it again?" ask Mira.

"Ehm .. You just take a break. I will always be here for you" Lingga said as he kissed the back of her hand.

Mira's condition is still very weak, making her continue to want to close her eyes. Even the phallus understand and bring it.

It seems, he was not fully aware yet. Better, I wait until he is really ready, and I say about his content, the inner Linga.

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The next day, Mira who looked better, had even started to move her hands even though she was still slightly shaking, seemed to sit leaning on the patient's bed whose upper position had been elevated by the Linga.

Apparently, the man was wiping Mira's face, hands and feet because it looks fresher. This he did even when the ice queen was still unconscious.

"Being right?" ask Linga.

"Ehm .. Can you apply the same moisturizing serum to my face, sister?" ask Mira.

"Beautiful what? The rich face of the gini zombie as well," Mira grumbled as she looked at the reflection of her face in the mirror.

Black circles in the eyes, a pale and dull face, made him ashamed to appear before others.

"Make me, you're still beautiful, honey," said Linga.

"Not knowing. Pakein's gun!" mira scowled.

The phallus gave a faint chuckle, and he obeyed what Mira asked. He asks Nicholas to bring Mira's makeup kit in his apartment.

Not long after, a nurse brought food for Mira along with medicine that must be drunk by the patient.

After finishing putting everything on the nightstand, the nurse came back out.

"wrap it? Eat first well," cried Lingga.

Mira seemed to nod. He then rubbed his stomach. Suddenly, a memory ran through his mind.

The phallus picked up the bowl of porridge and as he was about to feed Mira, he saw that the woman was still bowed.

"Mira, why? Is anyone sick?" ask Linga.

The woman raised her head. It was obvious that his eyes were trembling and his face was growing pias.

"Sister, where did I get shot yesterday?" ask Mira.

The turn of the lingering Lingga, as if knowing what Mira would ask next.

It seemed, he was ready to hear the news about his son, the Inner Linga.

The man is seen putting down a bowl of porridge, then extending his hand, and touching Mira's left abdomen.

The view of the ice queen also followed where the hand of Linga headed. He also touched the part held by the man.

"La ... then .. my son?" mira asked with a trembling voice.

Linga looked into Mira's eyes, and turned to touch her cheek.

"He's fine ... in heaven," said Lingga.

Mira was stunned to hear the Linga's words. However, he was still confused until the death water did not want to drip at that time.

Even the phallus that saw it, looked worried. She was afraid that Mira would become depressed because of the great loss of her future child.

"Mir, you're not papa, are you?" ask Linga.

"Ehm .. Yes, Brother?" sahut Mira who is like a dazed person.

"You're not papa, are you?" ask Lingga again.

The man clasped Mira's hand tightly and wished the woman well. As for Mira, she didn't know what to say.

Lingga again lifted the bowl of porridge that he had placed earlier, and asked Mira to open her mouth.

"You eat well" cried Lingga.

Mira was silent. A moment later, his brain returned to work. He removed the spoon from his man by hand.

"Sister, did you forget that I don't like hospital food?" said Mira.

The phallus pulls back its spoon.

"Occordingly, what do you want to eat? Let me buy it later" said Lingga.

"Ehm .. can ketoprak not?" ask Mira.

"I bought some sop ayan. Later you will eat this porridge, "persuade Lingga.

Mira smiled and nodded. The phallus rose to its feet and bowed. He kissed Mira's forehead before she left.

"Sister, I'm sorry to take nicotine" said Mira.

"No papa. Only under aja," said Lingga.

The man walked away leaving Mira alone in her ward.

After confirming that the Lingga had come out and the door was tightly closed, Mira's facial expression suddenly changed.

She's quiet. His hands extended forward and rubbed his already empty stomach. Clear threads dripped from my eyes one by one.

"My son," murmured Mira.

He hugged his stomach tightly, where once there was a little life there. His cries began to sound and became more and more bitter.

The phallus that had been deliberately standing outside was also, watching the incident. He did not leave immediately, because he knew that there was something strange with Mira, especially when he told them about the condition of their child.

Cry, Mir. Cry after that, let go of the departure of our child, the Inner Linga.

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