NOT PERPETRATORS
Warmest Deck

I don't give a shit about that cheap gossip. The actor? Yes, God .. Their mouths are very cruel. How could they deduce something they didn't even know for sure. If only I had proof. If only I could show you whose number the Goddess was accusing.

I should have asked the Goddess to show me the proof. Maybe everything will be answered. All the neighbor's accusations against me will be clear. I was the fool who was silent at the time. You idiot!

I was panicking too much. Don't know what to say. The emotions of the Goddess had exploded. My husband did not want to hear my explanation. Then I shut up. Quiescent. Without clarification. But luckily my husband didn't question anything. Although it's actually a little weird. How could he easily forget about that matter?

Ah, let it go. What matters is that Bastian trusts me. I believe, the Most True will slowly show the evidence, as well as the truth that has not been revealed.

***

A few months later.

"Darling, tonight I'll be gone for a minute."

Although it's actually a little upset, because Arka and I have to be left alone. "Yes, Mas. Don't come home last night, will you?"

Mas Bastian sprayed his body with perfume. "Yes, honey."

It's fragrant, neat. He said, Mas Bastian will go to gather with his friends. Sunday night was the most annoying night for me. Because Mas Bastian has certainly gone out, if not just heavy rain.

"Mr ... Papa .... " The new Ark smoothly walked over to his papa.

"Here ... Here hug Papa. Emmuah, Papa's hero is getting smarter!"

As if he knew his father was leaving. Arka doesn't want to be left. He whines for carrying. But it seemed, the whining of the petite did not stop her intention to stay out.

"Arka played first with Mama. Come on over there, come with Mama, okay?" While lowering Arka from her carrier.

But Arka kept crying.

"Mas, pity Arka. Maybe he wants to play. Or better yet, I don't have to go tonight."

"Can't! I promised them."

"Come, come here Honey .. You play with Mama, yuk?"

"Papa? Ma .... " Arka looked at me with a pinched look.

My husband kissed Arka with anxiety, and then said goodbye. "Papa go first, son?"

Don't forget Mas Bastian kissed my forehead softly. "Jaga Arka's fine, honey."

"You be careful, Mum!"

Bastian went with his bike.

The wall clock shows at eight p.m. My son usually sleeps at this hour. Tumben Arka's a little fussy. Not going to sleep, my son kept whining to call his father.

I'm going to have my son calm him down. But it was like something was unusual with him. He won't sleep. Keep calling his papa.

I patiently watched and listened to one of my favorite piano songs. After about an hour my son fell asleep. Thank goodness .. relieved it feels.

It's getting night. I was lying on the bed accompanying the sleeping Arka. I have a cell phone to check what time it is. It's almost one o'clock. Tumben once Mas Bastian has not come home.

The rain started to fall. Suddenly my phone rings.

"Hello, assalamualaikum?"

"Sorry, is this really Mas Bastian's wife?"

There was a woman's voice across there. My feelings are starting to get anxious.

"Yes, who is this? Why is my husband's phone on Ma'am?"

"I'm a friend of Mas Bastian's." He stopped talking for a moment. "Mas Bastian, that was ...."

"Yes, why? Where's Husband?"

"Mas Bastian was in the hospital in an accident. Coming here!" Continue the woman. Then shut off the phone.

I immediately drowned hearing it. I'm holding the Ark's body. I was crying, panicking. What happened to my husband? How's condition? Yes, God ... What other trials are these?

Ting!

The incoming message from Mas Bastian's number. A hospital address was sent to me. Immediately I called my in-laws to tell them the news and to leave Arka. Ask to take care of him who is still asleep.

***

On the way to the hospital, I continued to pray. I hope my husband is not hurt. It turns out Arka's hunch is right. Had Mas Bastian not gone, and chosen to stay home with us, nothing would have happened. But destiny is destiny. What God wants, however hard we may be in the way, is bound to happen.

I paid the fare, then rushed in and found out where Mas Bastian's room was being treated.

"Suster! My husband is treated here. Can you show me where my husband is being treated?"

"Patients in whose name?"

"Muhammad Bastian" he said.

"Sepent ...." The woman looked like she was looking for data. "There's in Wijaya Kusuma's room 3."

"Okay, thank you."

"Mas Bastian!" I saw my husband being checked by a doctor who was no stranger to my eyes. Next to her stood a nun who was taking notes. And .. next to Mas Bastian stood a woman, I guess that was the one who gave the news.

"How are you doing, Mom?" Without asking the doctor.

"I'm fine. You take it easy" he replied with a smile.

"Small injuries only. Take it easy, no need to worry, "did the doctor.

"Thank God" I said with relief.

"Yes, I'll excuse you first" said a beautiful woman standing next to Mas Bastian.

"Oh ... That's the kid who called, right?" Asku.

"I-iya, "he said nervously.

"Ah, he's my friend. It just so happened that it was right on the street that he saw me, and he brought me right here." Mas Bastian explained.

"Oh ... Thanks, huh?" I extended a hand to him.

"Yes." Yeah." The woman replied while shaking my hand. "I'll excuse you." He also stepped away.

"Wait!" myrag.

He looked at me.

"I've seen you before." I remember something. "You weren't the one at the engagement, were you?" my search.

He looked uncomfortable with my gaze. "Ah, I forgot," he said with a smile.

"But I remember correctly. You're the one-"

"Darling .. let him go. It's morning already. Poor him for waiting for me." Mas Bastian cut my conversation.

"Excuse me ...."

The woman rushed away too. Followed by a nurse who came out of the room inpatient Mas Bastian. But not with that doctor. He's still standing here. I think he's done checking.

"Attent, Mas. I'm trying to call Mom first. Give them news so they don't have to worry."

Mas Bastian just nodded. Without glancing at the doctor and without caring, I walked out of the room.

I went out to the park behind the hospital. I sat on a bench. Then I called my mother-in-law.

"Hello, Mom! Bastian is fine. Only minor injuries. You don't have to worry, do you?" my spoken.

"Thank God."

"How's Arka? Is he sleeping well?" I was worried about my son who was only a year and a half old.

"Just calm down, Ima. He's still good, huh?" answer mother.

"Yes, already. Later if Arka's fussy, I'll call me, Mom?"

"Yes, son."

After calling I didn't leave. I leaned the body on a park bench. It's very cold here. It was a relief that Mas Bastian was not seriously injured. Why did I have to see the doctor again?

I don't know God's plan. Someone who left me, now he's back. The person I ever needed the most. Because with his love my life feels different. The one who rules my heart. Fill your heart with romantic poems. The one who leaves leaves behind a sweet promise that he cannot keep. Now, he's back in my life. I don't know why, seeing him makes me sick! We are tired of everything we have been through. Why must we be found again?

Yes, I realize that our circumstances are different. I'm already married. And she's engaged. It's nothing else. And there's nothing else. Looking at him now, he was the Eagle Prince who had turned his wings into a handsome young Eagle Physician. I should be happy with his success in achieving that dream. Yes dream! Isn't that Dimas Adi Wibowo's biggest dream? Her dream is to become a doctor, not to live with me. Oye! Why am I thinking about it? You idiot!

"Hey!" greet someone surprise my daydream.

A tall man in a white suit stood before me.

"Shocked?" ledek.

I got up and immediately walked away. But that athletic body got in my way.

"You dodging?"

"Surge!" myrag.

"Still not recognizing me?"

"I don't care. Move over!"

Roughly slashing his body. But he still insisted on arresting me.

"It!"

"I said, Move!"

"Princess Goose, I miss you!"

Suddenly he hugged my body. I was silent. Whatisthis? My body cannot evade. I felt the coldness of my body instantly warm up in his arms. My heart beat is irregular. The pain and disappointment in my chest seemed to be forgotten. I hugged him. Receiving the same warm embrace, as I felt all those years ago with Prince Eagle. I cannot afford to lie to this self against a long-saved longing. A deep longing for the soul. This guy hypnotized me. Until this body is unable to resist the decapitation. Yes, Lord .. What is my sin?

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