
Arga waited in the waiting room and could not sleep until tomorrow morning who always thought of Asil's condition. Then Arga went to ask the nurse for help to move in the VIP room.
After several and a half hours Asil was transferred to a VIP room complete with all the medical equipment and a special waiting room.
Asil who was still lying complete with medical equipment immediately dripped a drop of tears that were not realized by the others and Arga.
Asil dreams of feeling sad and confused, what happened to him after the accident.
"I'm where is this? Why does everything look different to my world?" Said Asil who was confused from his subconscious. He woke up from his sleep in a green and beautiful grass.
"A beautiful place, lots of flowers and the fragrant smell of many flowers." Mumbled while touching the flower.
Instantly the flower that touched Asil withered,
"Ah, what happened to this flower? What is this sign?" Said Asil slowly and in shock.
"Don't touch that flower!" Said a woman whose voice was like Asil.
Asil immediately turned to the origin of the voice.
"Aante Jihan!" Say Asil slowly and furrowed to the two ends of his eyebrows.
"Who are you, son? You know me?" Ask the woman while approaching.
"It's me Asillya, Auntie. Mr. Hasyim's daughter!" Answer Asil holding Aunt Jihan's hand.
"Asillya who Aunty regards as Aunt's own daughter."
"Really it!"
"Why are you here?" Tanya Aunt Jihan who felt astonished because the place was a place for people who had died.
He can't go back to his world anymore.
"I don't know Auntie, after I had an accident I was unconscious and I woke up already in this place." Answer Asil who explained it to Auntie Jihan.
The person who had arrived here was already said to be dead, what Asil after having an accident....
Aunt Jihan without continuing her inner words immediately stared in shock at Asil.
"Auntie... Auntie!" Call Asil while waving his hand in front of Auntie Jihan's face.
"Why is Aunt staring at Asil like that?" Ask Asil.
"No, it's okay! Would you like to talk to Auntie for a minute?" Ask Aunt Jihan and invite Asil to sit near the flower garden which has a long shiny bench.
"Yes..." Answer Asil while sitting and facing Aunt Jihan.
"Are you really the Asil that Auntie once knew?" Ask Aunt Jihan who feels very curious about whether Asil is right.
"Yes, Aunt. This is Asil the son of Mr. Hashim and already Aunt Jihan considered as the daughter of Aunty. Asil also once fell on the banks of a rushing river while on vacation to a rural village and Auntie who saved Asil as a child." Asil replied staring reassuringly at Aunt Jihan.
She grew up well, she was very beautiful, sweet and her words still remain honest to everyone. Inner Aunt Jihan smiled and rubbed the back of Asil's hand.
"Tante still doesn't believe me?" Ask Asil.
"No, Asil is my beautiful daughter. Aunt believes it!" Aunty Jihan replied smilingly looking at her innocent and beautiful face Asil.
"Thank God! Aunt, Asil wants to tell Auntie something." Said Asil feeling that something was stuck in the bottom of his heart.
"What story do you want?" Tanya Aunt Jihan allows Asil to vent her heart.
"Mas Arga's... Is he that cold to everyone? I already liked it!" Said Asil slowly and shed his tears.
"No, he's a warm-hearted kid and he cares about what he likes." Answer Aunt Jihan.
"Is she that cold to you?" Ask Aunt Jihan.
"Tante feels that Arga likes you a long time ago. She loved you so much and wanted you as her little sister when you were little, and even if you both grew up you would love each other, love each other." Said Aunt Jihan.
"It would be better for you to be together until death do you part. Arga can't be far from you, that's what Arga said as a child." Add Aunt Jihan with a smile.
"Is it better that I test his loyalty to me?" Ask Asil to Aunt Jihan.
"Without testing you'll know once you're both married and together." Answer Aunt Jihan.
"Do you not want to go back?" Ask Aunt Jihan.
"Ep. Not long ago, it seems Asil still wants to be together with Aunt Jihan." Asil then hugged Auntie Jihan.
"Alright, but if it is too long it will not be able to return to your home world, Asil." Said Auntie Jihan rubbing Asil's hair.
"Em, I remember it here!" Said Asil feeling confused with Auntie Jihan.
"All right, then." Said Aunt Jihan still hugging Asil.
Didn't feel Asil and Auntie Jihan fell asleep on the bench. Asil who felt comfortable in Auntie Jihan's arms, woke up and was in the VIP room where Asil was lying there.
With a wink Asil felt confused with his body lying there, while Arga slept next to him while sitting down.
"What's really going on? I was sleeping in Aunt Jihan's arms and now I'm in this room." Asil.
Then Asil tried to get closer to Arga who was sleeping. He tried to wipe Arga's hair.
"Mas... I already like you, can you prove your love, your affection and not cold to me. I want to be a little selfish on your love." Asil said while rubbing Arga's hair.
Arga who felt someone stroking her hair, he woke up and looked next to her.
"I felt like someone was rubbing my hair and it felt like a warm hand of Asil." Arga muttered then looked at Asil's face hoping to wake up from his coma.
"I hope you wake up soon, Asil." Arga said to kiss the back of Asil's hand.
"I also want to wake up soon and live my days with you." Reply Asil to Arga's speech.
"But I also need proof of your loyalty." Add Asil next to Arga.
Arga's phone rang from an unknown number.
"Whose number is this?" Arga asked himself and walked out of the VIP room while looking at his phone.
"The one who is not clear!" Arga said coldly and swiped the red button on his phone.
Then Arga's phone rang again and was turned off by Arga several times.
A message came in from that number.
Arga, why don't you pick up my phone?
I want to talk to you about our relationship.
"Who is he? It's as if he's sending a message." Arga Mumbles.
***Who called and texted Arga?
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