The way I love you
183 Night Day
Dhea woke up from her sleep, and immediately held back a laugh when she saw the three men not hugging each other, with Arya in the middle position, hugged by Vean and Juna.
The girl then took her phone, and photographed them. Dhea tightened her seat, not because of the cold, because in Switzerland it was even colder. He looked around the house. It looks very simple, far from fancy. Dhea looked at her watch, it was still two o'clock at night.
"Sir, wake!" Dhea shook Vean's body, not waking up either.
"Sir, wake!" This time he woke up Arya.
"Hm?"
"Wake, Brother!"
"Why? You hungry?"
"Sister, I'm gonna pee."
"Let's go find."
"Where are you going?" ask Juna.
"Find the restroom."
"I'm coming too."
"Vean is built, isn't it? Let's all."
"Well, we all live in Jakarta."
Tega is Juna.
"This is the little room outside?"
"Try looking outside. Bring a cell phone."
Vean opened his eyes, and looked at the three who were willing to leave. Vean said nothing, just silently following from behind.
"Where, anyway?"
"Where do I know."
"Try back to the front."
"Let's!"
The four of them shouted, equally shocked.
When she turned around, Dhea screamed as she saw Vean's face highlighted by the cellphone light.
"Sir Vean! Want to make me a hanger?"
"I'm surprised too. What are you guys doing, what are you looking for?"
"Let's go to the bathroom, I'm gonna pee, brother."
"Meet?"
"No."
"We go to Wati's house. Go to the toilet there."
"How serious? Remember, don't get arrested, Ghea. You've had kidney disease."
"You want to use a bottle?"
"About!"
"Abehind the tree?"
"Don't yell. Want to get stuck?"
"Heh, don't talk carelessly!"
"What are you doing?" ask Mom Ana suddenly.
"Mom, go to the restroom."
"Oh, come on." Bu Wati walked in the opposite direction.
"Here, right here."
They saw a small room with a stone wall. There is a water shower made of bamboo stuffed with cloth. If the cloth is removed, then the water will flow.
Dhea looked up, safe! The top is completely closed.
"Come, Brother. The water's cold, too, yeah."
"Sorry, things are like this here."
"Yes, Mom. It's okay."
"Thankfully there is electricity. Cell phone signals are also sometimes present, sometimes lost. You guys sleep again, it's still night."
Ms. Ana then saw the state of Bu Wati, then covered with a cloth that was not too thick.
"How do we talk to Ms Wati? It's just like this."
No one answered, and the others were confused. Ms. Wati may be able to hear, but to speak is difficult.
Dhea laid her body on the floor. He closed his eyes and slept.
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Sunlight enters the walls of the room. The three of them woke up, and saw the sleeping Dhea curled up.
"Dhea."
Dhea opened her eyes, and looked at them.
Dhea's eyes turned to the figure of a woman whose body was thin dry. There was not a single hair on his head.
Dhea got up, approaching Bu Wati for the first time.
Stretched out that hand, touching dry wrinkled skin. Dhea's hand trembled as she touched Bu Wati. Dhea's tears trickled down looking at Bu Wati's condition. Why do they have to be met with such circumstances?
Bu Wati opened her eyes, and the two's gaze met. No one's talking. They are both silent.
Dhea wanted to call mom, but it felt really heavy. He doesn't know what to do now. He wanted to scream, ask why he was dumped. But will he still ask again?