The Injured
Pregnant

Radit prostrated himself at Echa's feet with tears in his eyes. Echa just peels in place.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"I was framed, I don't remember anything. And I don't know what I've done."

The moans and sighs of pleasure that Echa had heard, were now ringing back in her ears.

Echa closed her eyes for a moment, catching her breath slowly. She can't cry. He cannot be weak.

"Wake up, brother." Echa held Radit's shoulder and helped him stand up,

Echa is very seeing the look of a heartache in Radit's eye bead. Is Radit a weak man? Why would she cry like this? That's how the inner Echa.

"I have broken our relationship. Want Brother to be framed or do because he wants to be the same, what can I do? Rice is already porridge."

"Be happy with him, take responsibility for Brother's actions. Maybe our soul mate got here enough. Brother was only my antidote for a while, not forever. Because Brother even made a new wound in my heart again," he said.

"Bhc ...."

Echa took a few steps back as Radit was about to clutch his hand.

"I'll be fine, trust me. Take good care of yourself." A smile Echa gave to Radit. Slowly but surely, Echa leaves Radit alone.

What Echa says is not worth what Echa feels. He was wounded, his heart was very sad and it also hurt to remember what Radit did to him.

The circle of hands in Echa's stomach made her step stop. He heard clearly the soft stuffing coming out of Radit's lips. Radit's tears washed over Echa's shoulders.

"I can't live without you, Bhal. I love you so much."

The more hurt Echa heard it. Not only does Radit love her, but Echa also loves Radit. His affection and love outweighs his affection for Riza.

Echa turned her body and she let Radit's hand still hug her waist. Echa's face was already flooded with tears. So does Radit. Echa looked at Radit's bead while smiling with tears already dripping down.

"I love you too, but there is more need of your accountability. So forget me. Learn to love her as you love me" said Echa in a very heavy voice.

"As time goes by, we will forget each other. All the flavors we once had of each other would fade, then disappear due to eroded time. I sincerely let you go. Don't be a coward, a real man is responsible for what he's done."

Radit pulled Echa's hand and she hugged Echa very tightly. Echa replies, as this will be her last hug and Radit's too.

"I hope this will be our last meeting and embrace." Radit was stunned to hear it.

"Excuse me." Echa released Radit's hand which still held her. He opened the door of his room leaving Radit in front of the door of the room with thousands of regrets.

Echa leaned against the door in her room with tears flowing unceasingly. Her chest is so tight. And his body was also thrown to the floor. She cried by slapping her face over the leg she was bending over.

"Dad, why would Echa have to feel heartache again?"

When Echa was in this kind of situation, all she remembered and wanted to hug was her father. His father was the first man he loved so much

Radit came home with a very frustrated face. There was no passion on his face. Like someone who has lost their way.

With a gontai step, Radit walked through the cemetery almost midnight. When he arrived at one tomb he immediately calmed down and poured out all his pain.

"Mamih, is it true that Radit has done things that violate religious norms? Did Radit really desecrate that woman? Radit doesn't remember Mih." he said.

"Radit only loves Radit's lover. Radit just wants him, Radit loves him so much. Why does it have to be like this? What's wrong Radit Mih? Why doesn't the universe allow Radit to be happy? Why Mih?"

"Mih, allow Radit to come with Mamih. Radit's tired Mih" he lamented.

The inner voice of a child who is very frustrated will live and love. The child who has just opened up to know the world is now hurt by the world.

"You're a good boy, son. Mamih sure you didn't do that."

The voice was very real and the hand caress was very felt in the head of Radit who was asleep next to the Mamih's navel.

However, when he opened his eyes, only a mound of dirt was visible. Her tears flowed back.

"If Mamih were still around, maybe Radit wouldn't be this broken" he said.

Radit rubbed the Mamih's tomb with a deep heartache. He's dipping the belly button.

"Wait for Radit, Mih. Radit will soon catch up with Mamih."

Radit leaves Mamih's funeral and sets foot to his house. He closed his eyes for a while there and then he left for Canberra.

The days of Radit and Echa were painful. It wasn't just Echa who felt excruciating pain. Radit felt the same way. Arguably more ruined than Echa.

When Echa's heart aches, there are still friends and family who always give warm hugs. In contrast to him, when he needed support only the despair he received. He seemed unwilling to help her find the truth. His best friend blames Radit and tells Radit to take responsibility.

What a burden Radit carried alone. He was still trying to survive because of his brother.

"What Mamih said could be the truth. Don't make Papih sad and feel guilty again."

For the sake of her Papih she was willing to endure the pain alone. Carrying a very heavy load on his fragile shoulders. Everything he did for the sake of the Papih, even though the papih did not want to help him instead blame him.

Radit and Echa have been separated for two months. They can't forget each other. The presence of Doni did not make Echa re-open his heart.

"Cha, the cave is really dear to you." Echa just smiled.

"The gua doesn't want to date first. Want to focus the school and set the heart of the cave that is still broken."

It's always the answer that Echa gives. Not without reason, Echa's heart has not fully healed. In the depths of his heart, he still expected Radit. The one God sent out out of nowhere, but was able to heal the wounds in Echa's heart.

In different parts of the world, Radit only spends his time in the apartment. There was no desire for him to go out and hang out. It was as if his life had returned to a monochrome color.

The bell rang, making Radit rise from his sleeping position. When the door was opened, Fani was already in front of her apartment.

"Why are you here?" Yes, Radit speaks Indonesian because Fani is also native to Indonesia who studied in the country of kangaroos.

"I'm pregnant Dit." Fani took the tstpack that was in her bag. Then point it towards Radit.

"No ... Not likely. That's not my son," he snapped.

"This is your son Dit. You planted the seed in my womb" said Fani, who had sobbed.

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