My love is just one
15. Handoyo's debt

It's not that I don't try to forget you, but the more I try the stronger I pretend to forget you, the more your presence in each of my memories deepens.

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Sadness, anger and loss mixed in Handoyo's heart. He looked silently at the plain contents of his room. Once in their room in Lampung, Lidya always cleaned her room and there were pictures of her and Lidya adorning her room.

Every corner of the room in the house there are fresh flowers that Lidya picked and placed in the room. The fragrance of flowers is always there. Now, there's nothing here. What am I living for. I'm alone, Lidya. Why do I work so hard like a madman, but there's no happiness in my life.

"Lidya.... how can I live if you continue to shadow my heart...... I am not ready to die...my sin is still a lot, LIdya......I must what?"

Silent.

... clanking clock starts to sound.

Akh....

Handoyo shouted alone in his room. Handoyo felt that he was truly pitiful.The target of his life to kill Andi Setiono had already been achieved. What's again? She's dead now? Need to do penance? Staying at a monastery is like in his idol's kung fu movies. Ah... Bullshit all.

Why should I be afraid of death?

Wouldn't it be that if I were to die, Lidya would I be able to see Lidya?

It's easy to die, Bro ... but survival and success is cool. The words of the Amsterdam Sitompul Warmen, suddenly flashed in his head. You should make your family in heaven proud to see you!"  The gunshot to death in the head is over. But what if you meet them and they're saddened by your actions that don't boast. Handoyo, you must rise from your slump !"

Would I rather die in a cool way? How to die what makes me famous in Indonesia? Let everyone know me with my skills. Whatisit? A master gunner? Mystery shooter? A hitman? or a friendly honest worker.

Silent.

Handoyo was still thinking when his home phone suddenly woke up his daydream in the early hours.

Cring.... Cring....

The house phone sounded. Time still shows at 1:15 am. This must be an important telephon. But who? Handoyo. He has no family or anyone who will lose himself if disaster befalls him. The warmen? He didn't know the phone number of the house.

Handoyo got up to his living room and picked up the phone.

"Hallo...

"Mas handoyo, I'm Deasy. I'm prawiro's son...." The woman's voice was half sobbing and Handoyo cringed in memory of Deasy's name.

The deasy... My Deasy ... Deasy son of Prawiro .   I don't know Deasy, I only know Prawiro's husband and wife.  The soldier who became my best friend in Lampung.  Prawiro's son was a kid, maybe SD. I never knew Deasy.  Prawiro was one of the good people who helped him during his school days in Lampung. A friendly soldier who was decisive and often helped him while he was still living in Orphanage by giving him part-time jobs.

"yes Deasy. ... What are you calling me at night?" Handoyo began to take the caller's remarks seriously.

"Dad asked me to contact mas handoyo.dad said, can mas handoyo, to Lampung immediately... I want to see you.. Dad said he won't be able to hold on long enough to wait for Handoyo.. Yesterday I had a second heart attack, mas!'

"I'm leaving now.by noon, I'm already in the hospital. You tell Mr. Prawiro yes!"

"well mas. emh.

"yes.

The phone was shut down and Handoyo immediately cleaned up the equipment. He will stay in Lampung for a few days and he will think about the graves of his wife and father-in-law.

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Local General Hospital in Lampung.

Handoyo stepped towards the treatment room in jasmine room 2B. Mr. Prawiro was a friend who first taught him to shoot.  A friend who teaches courage and introduces his teacher so that he becomes an expert in shooting. Handoyo felt indebted to the man. Maybe he will be asked to help with the medical expenses of Mr. Prawiro. It doesn't matter, now the money is easy to get.

Arrive in the room jasmine 2B. Handoyo was silent at the door.  Her mother and 15-year-old woman were standing next to the hospital bed. The usual strong Akh Pak Prawiro was lying helplessly on the bed. Help oxygen hose wrapped around his body. Not to mention there is a pacemaker around the bed psien.

"Son handoyo .. oh you can finally come .. here come in," Bu Prawiro's voice greeted him warmly.

Handoyo smiled and stepped in. He saw the man who had once been gallant and helped him while still serving was lying weak and only able to move his eyes.

"Sincere sir!" Handoyo paid his respects by placing his right hand beside the head.

The man could only smile and try to raise his hand. But the sick old body was not powered and drooped.

"Ha....  "Whispers weak.

"Yes Sir.."Handoyo said quietly and approached the bed.

Handoyo stood beside Prawiro's bed lying down.It was quite sad to see the man he considered strong and often helped him become a helpless man. Handoyo grasped the finger of the old man who used to be so strong and stocky. A man who is a role model in his life.

"Help me.. Can I ask you for help ?"

"What can I do for my father?" Handoyo said softly.

"We have no place to stay. The official house must .. must be returned to the country. My first child, Si Alfian disappeared in Jakarta, Deasy is still in school.. We have no fees....can you help us?" I was sick and I ignored my family... "Taught Prawiro while crying regretting his mistake.

"I can help ... calm down sir. I have an unoccupied house in Lampung.... I can help find Alfian for you.... Now you are quite focused on health.so that you quickly recover...

"Thank you... I'm sorry to bother you. I'm sorry..I'm trying to find my son... I was wrong with my wife and deasy...." Prawiro said as he glanced at his son and wife who were crying.

"Pak Prawiro.i who will help the Father from the first Mr. helped me a lot. now let me repay the kindness of the father... so do not hesitate to me," said Handoyo calm the Prawiro family.

"For me. help find a place to live for Mom and Deasy.Let Alfian with his world.please fund Deasy school until he can work and meet our needs... if you don't mind. You can be his guardian.... " Prawiro said with great emphasis on the remnants of his strength.

"Don't worry, Prawiro... You will be the guardian of marriage Deasy. you must be passionate. Life is full of struggle. don't give up," said Handoyo sincerely.

The man lying on the bed smilingly looked at Handoyo, turning to look at his wife and son as if saying goodbye. Then he closed his eyes. And slumbering into eternity.

The two women beside the bed were screaming hysterically, and Handoyo calmly said a prayer for the good man of her life. He had to take care of these two women according to the last request of the man who had also helped him in difficult times. Debt must be paid.

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