Sinful Angel
SA Chapter 30
Sinful Angel Chapter 30
Bisma pushes Tya's occupied wheelchair. After Tya was much calmer, the hospital allowed Tya to see the face of the girl who had been his helper for the last time.
Tya did not refuse when Bhishma took her from the bed to be put in a wheelchair after permission to see Caca was obtained. In his head was only Caca, not caring about anything else even to himself. I can't wait to meet Caca.
Raga Tya is here. However, his mind had clearly drifted on the helper girl whom he had considered family. Not only close in the word, but also in the soul.
The nurses gave room when Bisma carried and moved Tya in the treatment room earlier, considering from the description of this man, he was the husband of the patient. Also let Bisma push Tya's wheelchair while they lead the way.
“You ready?” The bisma bowed, asking right into Tya's ears as soon as they reached the door of the room that read the mortuary.
Tya was fixated, her nanar straight gaze reading the writing printed in front of this closed room. With a slow movement his head nodded even though his soul was torn into a dim mess bearing the reality that to him was like a nightmare in broad daylight.
The door is open. The nurses led Bisma's steps toward the spot where Caca lay no longer breathing.
His left hand held tightly to the side of the wheelchair as he looked at the white cloth covering the figure below. Biting his lips firmly held a piece in the chest that wanted to spurt. And this was the first time in his life, Tya looked fragile. Bhishma squeezed onto Tya's shoulder, trying to give him some calmness.
“Please, Ma'am Tya.”
The nurses revealed the covering cloth as soon as Tya and Bhishma were close to the corpse. Opening the shroud on Caca's face, gives Tya the chance to see the teenage girl she already considers her own sister for the last time.
Tya's eyeballs were instantly blurry, filled with puddles of tears as he looked at Caca who had been stretched stiffly wrapped in a shroud. His back shook, Tya sobbed in pain, enduring the roar that wanted to break.
“Caca,” is shrinking.
The bisma helped Tya who wanted to stand up. Bhishma supported Tya with her body, embracing Tya carefully.
He held out his left hand because his right hand was injured. Gently stroking Caca's cheeks that felt cold, slowly bending assisted by Bisma, kissed Caca's forehead wrapped in a sobbing sobbing.
“Caca, good boy, my dear sister,” said Tya with his throat choked with warm circles increasingly flooding the cheeks.
“Does your beautiful smile want to tell you that you are now happy? Surely you do not feel sick anymore and are happy because now you are with your mother there, right? But, Ma'am so alone here, why don't you make sure Mbak goes too?”
Bisma tightens the embrace on Tya's weak body. Watching the female Tya in front of him, the corner of her eyes warmed up.
“Tya, I know this is heavy. I won't tell you to be strong now. But, at the moment, mengikhlaskan is the best,” said Bisma full of proclamation.
Tya turned his head, looking up at Bhishma. Not covering up the fragility, really, Tya needs a backrest now, needs comfort to strengthen.
“Is it time to say goodbye to my sister, sir?”
“Yes, take him with your do'a and your affection. And rest assured he's happier now. The Destiny of the Supreme Owner of Life is definitely the best.”
Uncommanded, Bisma gently rubbed Tya's head, carrying it to her chest. “Cry, don't hold back, I know you want to cry.”
Out of nowhere, Tya unconsciously buried his face in the chest of the man he had just met at this glance. Her crying broke, spilling over. Sobbing pain, heartbroken. Until finally Tya fainted in the middle of her sedu sedu, drooping unconscious.
Seriate.