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Share_Suami Part 13

Author: Ersu Lonely Room

ALEX'S CONFESSION

Looked disappointed in Om Afan's face, but I also saw the annoyance on Alex's face before leaving my room.

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Something fell from both eyes

Wetting the quietest corners

Tell a story about him

Which ends at the end of the day

The rain this time, carved a puddle in memory

When the wounds of the twists of life were written on a worn-out piece of paper, some were paused at nightfall, when I witnessed the twilight return of the grievances before the rain came.

***

Today I was allowed home by the Doctor, but waited for Mas Ilham to pick me up. Mas Ilham told me that he would pick me up and check Sakila's contents. Mom tidied up all my stuff. And Mas Ilham SMS if he has reached RS, but check Sakila content first.

[Honey, Mas has arrived, you just wait, Mas the same Sakila check the content first.]

I opened the SMS from Mas Ilham, I came out of the nursery, leaving my mother in order.

How can it be like this Doc?"

"Yes Mother, Father. It's because it's caused by a virus."

"No! This baby cannot be born!"

"She, we suggest, this fetus should be thrown away."

"How is Doc? what's aborting?"

"Yes, rather than taking risks, with a deformed fetus, it is better to take action immediately."

I was surprised to hear the conversation in the Doctor's room, specifically the womb. Plaak .. The trash can I was holding suddenly fell. "Damn" I muttered, immediately running small.

"Who?"

"There's nobody!"

I was shocked when I realized what was happening. DeJavu's? I experienced it again. I have to get out of this matter, I have to save the fetus conceived by Sakila, because the previous dream was exactly the same as this. Let my feet come to Mas Ilham and Sakila at the door of the Doctor's room.

"Yank, Sakila," I said, seeing the faces of both of them looking surprised.

"Davira!" exclaim Mas Ilham.

"Ec ... Yunda," said Sakila with her pale face.

"How did you check it?" my many.

"Ec .. Davira better you go finish your stuff, later Mas same Sakila nyula," said Mas Ilham.

"It's okay there's Umi in order."

"But" sideline Sakila.

"Anyways, that fetus can't be thrown away!" myrag. Which made Mas Ilham and Sakila surprised.

"Know where you are?" ask Mas Ilham.

"Know from the dream, and this dream is exactly the same as I saw and heard today," I replied.

"the dream? Mean Yunda?" ask Sakila, astonished.

"Well, how should I explain it? Maybe it can be said with the term DeJavu ...," I replied. " Any fetus must not be thrown away, or you will bear sin until the Hereafter!" seruku again.

"But I don't want to have a disabled child in the eyes and hands" said Sakila.

"GOD gave us trust, would you throw it away?"

"I don't want to have a disabled child either! How will my people and business associates say!" exclaim mas Ilham.

"Yank, if you allow Sakila to have an abortion then you and Sakila have become killers, whatever the condition of the child must be born, do you remember how we miss the crying of the baby in our house?" I said, forbid.

***

This time Sakila who prepared dinner, the three of us were stunned in the dining room, with a daydream of each. My thoughts go back to Alex, is he okay? because I saw him when he left the hospital, he didn't seem to be in good shape.

There was someone knocking on the door, breaking my daydream, Mas Ilham stood up from his seat, walking towards the door.

"Who?"

"Is this really Davira Humaira's mother's house?"

"Yes right, what's the need?"

"We from one of the private TV stations, want to interview Ms. Davira, about the vital video, because we were from Rani & Mas Rian's house before that."

"My wife is not very healthy anymore."

"For a moment, sir, just a few questions."

why should anyone from the TV want an interview? they want to ask how.

Question after question flowed from the infotainment host. I also answered as was. For the first time there is an interview session, of course, it makes me uncomfortable especially before camera fever, yes, camera fever, let alone for an interview like this, let alone an interview like this, for photos only use the camera hp it can be said almost never except when married first. Selsai is also finally.

***

His shady face implied deep worry, not knowing what was stirring his mind. He was pensive after talking to me about the viral video.

I left him who was chatting with the contents of his mind, I walked gontai towards the room, I dropped this tired body, I saw my gawa, there were some chats coming in.

[Davira.]

[I want to meet.]

[There's something I want to say.]

[Please reply dong chatnya.]

The content of WhatsApp chat lined up to meet my salary.

[Sorry Alex, I can't! please don't disturb my life, ] Reply.

Suddenly the ringing of incoming calls, in the form of WhatsApp video calls, what is he doing, why video calls? "Not sane," I murmured. While making her video call.

Ting.

[Why not get picked up?]

I chatted without replying.

Ting.

[Australia ... I Miss u so much.]

I want to throw the phone given by Mas Ilham one year ago. Ringing calls in but this time, voice calls.

I lift up, then silence. Only the sound of breathing was clearly heard.

"Ec ... Assalamualaikum," I said my greetings to him, for he still sounded silent.

"Davira, I .. I love you, really ...," he sounded a little raucous.

Quietly, a few tens of seconds I was silent without speaking.

"Davira ... You're still there, right?" the question again popped my head.

"Alex, please .. don't make an unfunny joke like this!" my hardik.

"I didn't make Dav jokes, you know I liked you since I was a kid. You still remember, when my Papah went bankrupt and had a ride in your house, since then I liked you, liked everything in you, loved everything in you, and you remember when your parents left and at home it was just me and you, I was the one who calmed you down when the power went out, and I'm the one who hugs and guards you until you fall asleep and until your parents and my Papah come home" Alex said.

I don't remember what he said, I really don't remember.

"What do you mean?"

"Didn't you remember? I told you at the time that I would protect you until I die?"

What kind of game is he talking about? I hung up the phone without saying, I turned off my phone, I heard enough of his vague chatter, yes, very vague.

I close my eyes, so tired of the day.

"Umi, fear, Umi I'm afraid."

I heard the door of the room open, a black figure piercing through the pitch darkness of the night. I heard the screams of an 8-year-old girl.

"Don't be afraid it's me, Alex's brother."

The figure approached and hugged and narrated the Cinderella crrita and the snow princess.

"Don't be afraid, you'll take care of me until you fall asleep, and we grow up."

Deg, I woke up from a dream, it really reminds me of the past, to a time 20 years ago.

***

Sakila was vomiting this early, the table and kitchen were full of tissue, I approached with telon oil. Shaving his shoulders and stomach.

"Yunda, I don't want this child to be born!" chirps Sakila.

"How can we have a disabled child?" mas Ilham approached.

"Yank, do you want to sin by throwing the child away?" my spoken.

Discussions happen, 2 against 1. But I chuckle if the fetus is to be defended. Mas Ilham left the office, and Sakila was picked up by her mother. My heart didn't feel good when Sakila's mother picked up Sakila, before she got out of the car and got into the house. As usual, he would utter his words of mutiny that would have my heart pierced.

"Geez, this morning has blocked my view! Dusky black, face covered. Make eye pain look at it," her mother Sakila recounted.

I just passed into the kitchen without saying Sakila's mother, because there is no benefit too if I say. I served a warm sweet tea with a few pieces of cake on the table.

"Eh ... Davira later if Sakila is born, you better get out of this house, move it to a small house, let Sakila and her baby who occupy this house!" the hardiknya makes a tea glass that I will be presenting to fall from the tray.

Brainskkkk ... Broken tea glass. I immediately picked up the glass shrapnel. "Astagfirullah," I murmured.

"Yunda, why? till like this?" ask Sakila who ran away.

"It's okay Dinda" I replied

"Well, how can you be at home with someone like this! How will you give birth. Your child may be doused in hot water with Davira!" cerca Sakila's.

I don't feel like these tears are flowing so fast. Not a word was said from my lips that felt faint. My hands suddenly dripped blood.

Sakila and her mother don't care about me, she just berate me until she leaves.

"Ribet, just the eyes. Doing anything is complicated!" caci Sakila's mother again landed from her thin lips. Right in my heart.

***

I was helpless, glued in front of the glass. After a few minutes Sakila left.

"Assalamualaikum ...," Risa's voice sounded.

My lips are incapable of saying.

"Sir .. why is the door open? .." said Risa. "Oh my goodness, Davira! why did it come to this?" risa's shouting broke the silence. "Sister Alex please help brother Davira!" call Risa.

Why did Risa come with Alex? in my situation like this. Whisper my heart.

Risa took drinking water, with a teary face. Actually Risa is a child who is very afraid of blood, first as a child if he saw blood must have fainted. And when he got older, the first time he fainted. Risa's paled facial skin, very pale.

"Davira why are you?" alex asked as he put away the glass fragments, and removed the glass shards I held.

"Risa, don't come any closer" I said softly.

"Why are you like this? answer Davina!" yelled Alex who I didn't respond.

The pecking Risa grew pale, because the blood from my hands was not constantly flowing.

"Ris, find the medicine box, there's a Betadine gauze or no alcohol, find it quickly" Alex ordered.

Risa immediately searched the medicine box to and fro all the rooms. He was carrying a medicine box.

"This is Alex's sister," said Risa thrusting the medicine box with her eyes covered.

Alex grabbed and opened the medicine box.

"Ris, try to find gauze and betadine in the nearest stall, all the alcohol if there is," said Alex, because he did not find any gauze and

Betadines. Risa rushes to the stall looking for gauze and Betadine.

The tears kept flowing not knowing which side it would lead to. Alex looked at me, clingy.

"Why are you torturing yourself?" ask Alex lirih.

I still can't say. Alex took out his handkerchief and held the blood flowing from my wound. He slowly grabbed me, and leaned my head against his chest. The wind slowly felt soft caressing. Alex's soft fingers wiped my tears.

"I'll always take care of you, don't cry" she whispered.

Why when he said that, my tears were getting louder, my sobs were unstoppable. Spilled on Alex's chest. He stroked my head, and strengthened me many times. As if he understood what I was feeling. Mas Ilham should be right next to me, not Alex, but I can not be separated from the figure of Alex who is always there when I am in a difficult position.

"Sister," called Risa to look at the door, as she watched her brother in the arms of a man who was not her muhrim. Risa covered her eyes with her fingers.

"Ris, can gauze equal alcohol and betadine?" ask Alex.

"Em .. can kak ...," said Risa, as she slowly stepped in, then thrust her groceries. "Sister I went to the stall first yes, I forgot to bring money has not been paid," continued Risa while reaching for the wallet in her bag.

Alex opened the alcohol, and dripped it onto the gauze. I hid my hand, because I did not want to be loved by alcohol, imagine how painful it is not if the wound was given alcohol? I don't want to imagine how painful that is.

"Put your hand ...," Alex asked gently.

I'm still hiding it among the Khimars.

"Dav, here's his hand. Let it be cleaned and so the blood stops flowing" said Alex, staring softly. It was so soft that I stretched out my wounded right hand.

"Aw!" I cried out in pain, as Alex began to clean his wounds with alcohol.

He blew my hand full of feeling and prudence, every time I screamed, he blew more and more with tenderness, not realizing that these eyes were staring at that glowing face for more than five minutes. Alex who blew my hand, he immediately glanced at me and looked at me. The view of each other creates a pounding that again makes the contents of my heart rowless.

***

In the car I endured the pain and agony, I fell asleep until I didn't realize I was at my parents' house. Some looked at me like an angel, who was always willing to sacrifice herself to protect others, until I woke up from my sleep her eyes did not blink looking at me who was covered in a veil. "Is he a demon who incarnates an angel?" my heart whispered when I saw him looking at me.

"Have you arrived?" much

"Already" replied Alex.

"Why not wake up?" my many.

"Em ... sleep well," he answered.

I went down without another glance at Alex, straight into the house, which was welcomed by everyone in the house including Alex's family.

"Davira are you why is his hand so injured?" ask mom and dad while looking at me.

"It's okay Umi, Abi, the glass fell and when you want to clean your hands," I replied, explaining.

"Why don't you tell me if you want an event at home?" my protest.

"Umi also does not know there wants to be an event, this is the same Abi Om Afan event," Umi replied with a smile.

There is something strange about the event held at my parents' house, my instincts say so, the dinner of my father's friends, but this formal? Ah I have dismissed everything that came to my mind.

There was a car that stopped in the garage. And got out of the car, men my father's age and followed a woman of modest stature, and a woman like my mother was beside him.

Warm welcome seen from my father and Om Afan.

"Who are they?" my heart asked, because I had never seen them before.

"Candra, I've not seen you for a long time" said Om Afan.

Seen Alex, his expression changed drastically when Om Afan welcomed the person. But maybe it's just my feeling.

"Afan, you are still as brave as you used to be, wahh .. Ahmad, you stay fit, yes" said the person, looks to have known each other with my father too.

"Oh this is Nesya?" ask Afan to the beautiful woman. To that beautiful girl.

"Yes Om, Nesya," he replied as he extended his hand to everyone and the salaman included me, but when Alex looked reluctant to accept his handwriting, Alex seemed reluctant to accept his hands, until long enough the girl reached out her hand and pulled it back.

Om Afan who saw that looked very upset. But my mother was able to melt the atmosphere with her cake. Om Afan called Alex into the living room of my house, by the fish pond, I saw the two chatting very seriously, no matter what they were talking about. And back with Alex's face that looks more friendly, but looks forced.

Ngaler ngidul chat. I just sat there listening to some of the family talk. My phone is ringing. I got up from my seat, because I saw Mas Ilham's contact calling.

'Assalamualaikum yank, ' said.

'Darling, said Sakila you earlier her hand was hurt huh ..' he asked. "Where is your real game?' continued.

"Yes yank, but it's okay, oh yes I forgot permission to you, I'm again at the Umi yank house, again there is a sudden event," I explained.

The call from Mas Ilham was closed after a long chat. I also returned to the guest room which was quite spacious.

"Sorry, I don't want to be in a match like this, anyways if I knew this was a matchmaking event I wouldn't be coming!" exclaim Alex.

"Alex! Papah said, You must accept the proposal!" exclamation Om Afan.

"Free Pah I don't want a match."

"It's okay, it doesn't need to be forced, just live it first, after all it doesn't know each other. Later also the feeling will flow by itself," said Om named Candra.

"But this kid is really, really embarrassed, he's like an abnormal person, the others are already married and have kids, this is still his own camera friend!" The Seru Om Afan.

"Bah! i'm normal. All I like is Davira!"

Guprak ... The glass Om Afan was holding fell out of his hand.

***

I finally got a good night's sleep after yesterday's incident at my parents' house. I saw the clock at 04:06 I took a deep breath, pulling the blanket. I closed my eyes again. But there was always something in my ear when Alex said she would never marry anyone but me. Houmz ... The beautiful girl named Nesya. My parents' faces were shocked by Alex's words. Who said to like and love me, married woman.

Ting. WhatsApp Notif is coming in.

[Davira I'm sorry, for what happened yesterday]

Wa from Alex, I'm opening. Suddenly my phone was grabbed by Mas Ilham who suddenly entered my room.

"Davira! You chatted with Alex?" Shouted Mas Ilham.

Seriate

Lonely Room, 17-02-20

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