Mystery of Grandma's House
Bereft

Here, in front of the stainless steel long bench, Wulan was sitting in his rushes. Ayu, a woman he did not know well before was being handled by several doctors and specialist midwives. His heart's irregular. Anxiety was clearly reflected on his face. The person he was trying to contact this afternoon had not yet returned a message from him. While she was stuck in this tense situation alone.

"Mahesa, where are you... Hiks hyks" muttered Wulan with a slight sob. There was a raging feeling in his chest for being accidentally in this kind of condition.

"Excuse me. With mom's family??" Shouted a midwife who was already middle-aged.

With a feeling of gontai Wulan answered the call by raising one hand. After all he had to listen carefully and decide everything with his own mind. All concerned with the safety of the lives of young women who are at the end of his death.

"Yes ma'am, I'm his family." Said Wulan trying to strengthen her heart.

"While mother can calm down, Ms. Wulan, the condition of mother ayu has stabilized again. She had an abnormal heart rate. But this time it is better. let mother ayu rest first. later I call again. Thanks, I'll excuse you." Firmly that senior midwife.

"Oh yes, in the meantime I'd better let mommy rest first. I also need a rest, right?" The midwife looked back.

"Yes thank you" replied Wulan.

"Thank God" murmured Wulan with a heart full of relief.

"I thank you ayu, "inner Wulan.

*****

Fyuuuhhhhh

White smoke billowed flying over the white ceiling. My father and I were still busy with small talk between us on the sidelines of the father who read the newspaper that had been carried earlier. It was a rare time between us to meet.

"I'm going to the hospital now, I want to see you there. You want to come?" I asked in between our chat.

"Can. What is ayu being treated at Amanah hospital?" Tukas the father who did not turn away from his newspaper.

"Yes yeah." My reply.

Tringgg..

I see you thinking a little for a moment. Shift his eyes that had focused on reading his favorite news.

"What's up, huh?" Ask wonder.

Tringgg...

"Eng. nope, that was when my father traveled here, on the road there was a man who jumped from the crossing bridge. Although the father passed through very late rame. father also heard from mouth to mouth. He fell to suicide in the middle of the road exactly with his face smashed into the asphalt first. And it looks like he was taken to the hospital for a visa, too." Said father shuddering in horror.

"Killed yourself?" My reply.

"Yes, maybe your age. Huft turns out there are still a lot of narrow-minded people in this world." Reply by folding back the newspaper in his hand.

Triinggg...

"That raises your HP first, from the sound continues. Who knows how important." Tukas father pointed at the room where I put my HP.

"Eh yes yeah. Hehe. Until there is no phone" I said chuckling.

"Eat him do not mostly daydream, rich think of the country only you mostly daydream." ketus father.

Immediately I approached the box that had sounded without me noticing.

📲 "Wulan?" My mind is about to pick up the phone.

📲 "Hello" said I picked up the phone.

📲 "Pickle bag here!!" Gerak Wulan surprised me.

📲 "What the hell, surprised me" I rubbed my chest repeatedly.

📲 "Mr... Mas. mr.hiks hyks hyks" heard a crying sound at the end of the phone makes my heart seem to stop beating.

📲 "What's your father like?" I asked to panic.

Degs...

📲 "Mr...died!" The sound of Wulan's voice restrained her cries.

📲 "What?!" Pekikku can't believe it.

📲 "Wait, I'll be there soon!!" Tukasku immediately closed the phone.

*****

After preparing myself I rushed to the hospital. While dad will catch up with me later. He wanted to rest for a while because he felt tired after a long journey. Soon want me to meet Wulan who was already there. My feelings are not necessarily at this moment. There is such a deep sadness I feel.

There is a sense of loss when stepping inside. Moreover, seeing Wulan and her family were in the same cry, looking to strengthen each other's hearts.

"Yes..." Wulan still wiped her tears that had not dried.

He immediately rushed into my arms, spilling his sorrow in tears. I can only be silent, occasionally rubbing his shoulders. Put a little strength on him. For a moment we were swept away in an atmosphere of deep sorrow.

"Here you go, Wulan, do not continue to be sad. Your father's kasian if you keep crying over his disappearance." Said my father suddenly behind me. Very quickly, my mind.

"Uncle, how can I not be sad... Sired... Died in such a way..." Wulan's reply was still sobbing.

"Uncle also feels the same loss as you" said the father softened Wulan who continues to grieve.

"You take Wulan out first in the park. You calm down she used to be a child, I believe in you" said Wulan's mother who has now approached us. It seemed that his smile was broken but with the corner of the tears that looked just dried up.

"Okay, ma'am" I said.

"Las, let me take care of all the costs. Mardi I consider my own brother. I am so sorry for the passing of your husband, may you be given more fortitude." Firmly father to Wulan's mother.

While I'm taking care of all the return papers. I've been on the park bench this time with this moody girl. I can't hide I also feel pain when I hear my helper first when I'm dying must be tew*s in a very tragic way.

We sat next to each other without a word being said. We were swept away in the loss of an important figure in our lives.

"Hiks. hiks..hiks.." Wulan again shed his tears.

I could only be fixated by occasionally stroking the back of his hand lightly. A moment of kindness from the deceased as I devoted to him. I thought of him as my own father.

"Yes..." Wulan now rests her head on my shoulder. Tears continued to wet her cheeks that kept getting wet from it. I was just waiting for her. Waiting for him to let out all his sadness with tears, until he got tired and stopped.

Wulan who was now gradually improving after taking out all her tears, started talking back. He wanted to go home soon and buried his father properly.

An ambulance with sirens roared loudly splitting the traffic because it coincided with the hours of returning to work. In the car there was only his mother Wulan and Rahma who continued to cry by occasionally shouting his father's name. The plan is indeed today Mr. Mardi will be buried directly near the navel of his mother's father first.

"It definitely has something to do with them!" Father's duty whispered closer to me. Not to be heard by Wulan. I don't want to involve him in my problems.

"You mean?!" I asked who understood the direction of father's conversation. Who then replied to my father with a cold smile.

"They're playing us!"

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