The Second Ring
Chapter 60

After being satisfied with shedding tears in the bathroom, Olivia came out of the room. His body felt cold. In the end, still using the bathrobe he climbed onto the bed and coiled in a blanket.

Olivia closed her eyes, hugged her bolts and tightened many hopes for her grief to come to an end. Tired of it when the closest people were the most intense creating pain in his chest.

Perhaps, Olivia was hoping too much for the people closest to her to be able to comfort her suffering self. However, in reality they were too busy with their respective affairs.

The knock on the door of the room he let continued to tease the silence. Olivia was lazy to meet anyone. He just wanted to hide and sleep, hugging the shadow of Alvin who always clutched his body. Again, only Alvin always accompany and entertain the solitude of Olivia.

"Alvin ...," said Olivia Pilu.

Slowly, Olivia fell asleep leaving the real world covered in sadness. Let himself go for a moment to dreamland that delivers beauty. Being with Alvin makes Olivia feel whole and need nothing more in this world.

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Long enough Olivia slept in her sleep. When he woke up, his body felt more refreshed and excited. The rest of the sadness that loomed on his face slowly dissipated changed with a cheerful smile. For some reason, he wanted to eat ice cream.

Olivia immediately got out of bed, changing into a casual dress. She wore an instant pashmina to cover her beautiful crown. When she felt ready, Olivia took the bag and put the wallet and cell phone into the bag, put it in her arm and then came out of the room with wide steps.

Olivia said goodbye to mom and dad who were busy watching television.

"Want you to accompany me?" bargain Amri to his daughter.

"No need, sir. I can do it myself. Deket section, really. What do you and your mom want to leave?" Olivia refused subtly.

Olivia knew that her mother still refused to talk to her. In fact, the woman who had given birth to herself did not return her gaze when spoken to. The mother remained focused on settling the big screen in front. No problem, the important thing is that his mother heard what he said. Yes, although not even reply to his words.

"No need, there's still plenty of food on the dining table. Mubazir later if not eaten everything, dear food." Amri said long to explain the reason.

"Yes, that's it. I'll go first, sir ... Ma." Olivia moved from there. Take a leisurely walk out of the house. However, just a few steps out of the door, he came back again.

"Lho, why come back, Olivia?" amri asked to see his son passing through the family room.

Olivia did not reply, she took an umbrella on the storage rack.

Not getting a reply from the princess, Amri asked again. Not having his mouth open, he saw that Olivia was carrying an umbrella. He also abandoned his intentions.

"Hot, Sir. Poor Alvin if it's too hot." Olivia said casually, walking quickly out of the house. Open an umbrella and walk under an umbrella to avoid the scorching heat of the sun.

It's really hot today. It feels like the sun is ready to devour anyone with its heat.

"Heh, what did Olivia mean, Mom?" Amri asked his wife.

Meanwhile, Olivia continued to walk down the streets of the complex up to the big road. She still wears her umbrella. When he saw the supermarket he wanted to go to, Olivia continued to pass. It was as if there was no intention to go in there just buying ice cream.

If he noticed that face, Olivia stared blankly in front of him. I don't know what he was looking at, it's not clear at all. His brain was empty, thinking of nothing.

Olivia continued walking, until the distance from her home could no longer be reached in just a matter of minutes. Because he has been walking for two hours. Continue ... Olivia kept moving. Not a bit of his feet felt sore.

There was something that prompted Olivia to stop her steps, but her body was unable to stop. His mind seemed dull to control body movements.

There was only one who now controlled his mind that the son was overheating alone. Isn't Alvin buried in the ground? So let him shade his son from the hot sun.

Olivia continued to step by the side of the road, ignoring the occasional horny sound that deafened her ears. He doesn't care. All he cared about was so that the son would not overheat. That'sthat's all.

There was no sadness on that face. Empty, that's all it looks like in the eye. It went straight, down the crowded streets step by step.

Until finally, the sound of the cellphone ringing always non-stop calling. As if the call is important. Nnnnope. Olivia didn't answer the call. Even he did not hear the call.

Olivia's feet began to feel tired, as well as the hand that continues to hold the umbrella and hold her handbag. However, again his mind was unable to take over the will of his body. He continued walking, ignoring all the fatigue on his body.

His steps began to weaken, stumble, limped even to the point of being dragged because the afternoon time had come. Where exactly this step will take him. He doesn't know. He just followed and understood if his son was overheating.

In his heart there are only names Alvin, Alvin and Alvin.

Alvin's asking for protection from a mother. His Alvin is overheating under the hot sun which is now cold. There is no more heat than that, for the sun is completely in the west.

"Sister, where are you going? His face looked exhausted." Someone asked with a worried face.

The reason, sweat has poured profusely soaked Olivia's face and clothes. His lips had also trembled palely. I don't know where the thirst and hunger went.

Olivia paused for a moment, she shook her head weakly then continued on.

The ringing sound of the cell phone continues to go on endlessly. A little more, a little more the phone will die and surely no one will be able to find itself. Ah, forget. Who will seek existence. They are busy with their own business.

"Wait on! Waita minute!" the woman's scream stopped Olivia's steps.

The foreign woman felt that something was wrong with this person she met. So, she forced Olivia to sit on the side of the road. He picked up the bag and pulled out the phone inside.

Without much ado, he immediately asked someone who contacted him to come to the address mentioned.

"Oh, fine. Good. I'm going there. Please take care of my wife!" said the voice of the man across there. The phone also died because it ran out of power. Like the owner who is now sitting limp with a pale face.