THE 2ND MAN
Chapter 33. It hurts!

After dinner together, I immediately went into the room back to pack, because tomorrow I and Mbak Yuni will return to Surabaya. I put my body on the bed, I grabbed the phone that had been lying on the dressing table by the bed. I opened my gallery feature looking for photos of Bagas that I had taken when he was born until he was three months old. Immediately my tears returned to make me as happy as possible. I tightly closed my mouth with a pillow so that the sound of my sobs could not be heard until I left the room.

"Mother misses you son." I elus and I kissed a picture of my son on a cell phone.

"How big are you now, son? Can you crawl and sit by yourself?"

Please God, this is so painful for me! I craved her presence all this time, I carried her for nine months and I gave birth to her by betting my life! Why did they separate me from my son? Wasn't my mother-in-law also a woman and also a mother? Does he not feel how the mother feels separated from her child? Wouldn't it be that without me Bagas would not have been born into the world? Is that how I am until I am no longer needed? What are my sins and sins, God?

I stared so hard in my heart that I could not feel myself falling asleep hugging my phone tightly.

"Bagas baby, this is my mother."

"Don't cry, son."

"Here baby, hug mommy son."

"Mother dear Bagas."

"Dude!"

"Darling, don't go, son."

"Dude!"

"YERAPOOO!" My screams immediately sat down with a hunting breath accompanied by tears. Fathers and mothers who had not slept were shoved into my room.

"What's up to nduk? You dream? This is a drink first!" Ibuk offered me a glass of water that I immediately reached and I gulped.

"What dream?" Ask after seeing me calm down.

"Sick buk, hiks. hiks. sick here." I patted my chest repeatedly hoping that the piercing pain in my chest would soon go away. My mother immediately grabbed me in her arms and also cried.

I pulled my body back by hugging my mother beside me. I tried to close my eyes, but the shadow of the cries of Bagas and the wave of his hand that seemed to ask to be carried back loomed in the eye pelukan.

"Is Bagas sick again?" I muttered with a loud voice, but I could still hear it.

"Just pray for the best Bagas. Bagas must be fine."

"So in my dream, Bagas nangis kejer and his hands waving kayak begging in the carrier. But when I stepped up to grab it, Bagas suddenly disappeared. Hicks. hyx.."

"Of course, it was just a dream. Now sleep, it's night." My mother patted my back gently. Like a little child who was washed away with a gentle stroke of the mother, I was finally able to fall asleep until morning.

Kukuruyuuu......

The sound of chickens crowing behind the house was a sign that soon the sun would soon show its prowess. I squirm for a moment, my habit of waking up. It does not feel afdhol if you do not squirm first, because after writhing the body feels more lightly. My mother was no longer beside me. I went straight into the bathroom because soon Yuni would come to pick me up.

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