My Dream Beloved
Unbelievingly

Uncle, auntie, and grandmother Oliv who saw the news on tv and knew Gibran was on the list of accidents to catch up with Oliv, they were sure that his granddaughter/niece was sad and needed them.

While Oliv was still just as pathetic, he was still sitting in the living room looking at his cell phone hoping Gibran would call him soon.

"Non, eat first yes, from this morning non like this"Aunti approached Oliv by persuading Oliv to eat.

"Bi I'm waiting for big brother tlf to eat, he hasn't arrived in America yet to contact me"Jawab Oliv with a blank look.

"Non the patient yes non, kikhlas non later also den Gibran contact non, you eat first non aunty a bribe yes"Aibi continued to persuade Oliv but Oliv was still the same,gibran's parents headed to the police station to look for information related to the accident.

"Halo bi, how are things Oliv I have not been able to return this bi is still waiting from the police" Pak Andre called.

"Yes hello sir, non Oliv is still the same as this morning you do not want to eat a drink and move from the tv room, just staring at the phone while crying sir,".

"Yes Allh, very dear Oliv, good bi please take care of Oliv first if it is settled here I will go home soon".

"Yes sir".Aunty turned off the tlf and headed for the tv room, she approached Oliv, a aunt who could not bear to see Oliv's situation.

"Non the patient yes, we all lost den Gibran".

"Sir bi, brother Gibran is still alive he did not die bi, he just got lost somewhere, definitely back bi, it's bi Kak Gibran must have come home bi"Oliv hugged Bibi and cried and fainted.

Bibi panicked and called the front guard to carry Oliv to his room, he looked so fragile and lost, Oliv did not want to accept the fact that Gibran was dead.

Poor you non, strong yes non sincere, wake up non, do not make aunt worry, muttered aunt while smearing Oliv's nose with eucalyptus oil.

"How's Oliv doing?"Auntie came out of Oliv's room.

"It's conscious sir but,,, you, you're the same".

"Let me meet Oliv"Mama Gibran looked more determined than ever, if her heart was broken but for Oliv's sake she did not want to add to the burden of the prospective son-in-law.

"Darling this is mama son, you're fine right" Oliv looked up at his mother Gibran and burst into tears.

"Mama hiks hyks, hyks, my brother is already in America right ma, he's okay will he definitely go home and gather with us right?"

"Dear strong yes, we pray the same, may Gibran be safe and come back with us"Helped and cried.

"Let's eat son, if only a little, you have to fill your stomach, mom and dad will go to the accident site if you want to come or just stay at home".

"I'm coming, ma, I'm not hungry".

"Make milk yes want to drink if not besak can not come, how to find Gibran if you do not have energy".

"Yes ma"Then mama Gibran walked out to the kitchen he would make milk for Oliv, if not him who cheered Oliv, what else?.

Gibran's parents plan to go to the crash site, he will look for Gibran's whereabouts, he hopes Gibran massih lives and can re-assemble with them.