Two Wives
The Part 23
"Darling? Kangen! Don't buy the leader, you go home, yeah." The desire to spoil him, beat the desire to eat pempek.
"Good night, sorry ma'am, I'm a nurse from the hospital****did like to inform you, that the owner of this phone was in an accident. Is Mother his relative? Because the last call from this phone, Mom's number."
The deg!
Christian accident? It's gotta be a joke, right? Yeah, this must be Christian's only bitch. Calm down Aurora, don't just believe it.
"Hello? Hello, Ma?"
"Sus, I know that this is just a joke on my husband. Please admit it, because I don't believe it" I said trying to dismantle Christian's cover.
"I'm sorry, Mom, this kind of situation I can't possibly lie. Tell you what, do you have a patient's family phone number? If there is, please tell me about this. I'm closed, thank you."
Tut!
"No, this is not true! Nope! Argh!" I screamed like a man of fidelity and dismantled the entire room without thinking about my contents.
With urgency, I took the car keys and immediately drove the car at an above average speed. I don't care about the people who swore because of my car that almost hit their car.
I still broke through the night sky that let out heavy rain. All I have in mind right now is Christian and Christian.
Parking the car with the origin, I barged into the hospital ignoring my slightly wet clothes.
"Sus? The nurse! Where's husband?!" I yelled at the woman in the hospital uniform who was behind the reception desk. I don't care if she's a nurse or a receptionist.
"Sorry, Mom, whose husband's name is Mom, huh? Let me check first."
"Christian, Sus!" I don't know why I can't not scream.
"Just a minute, Mom."
I'm pacing around waiting for Sister to check on Christian's name. I hope he's okay. Yeah, he should be fine.
"Excuse me ma'am, there are two patients here named Christian. Kristian Wijaya and Christian Sanjay—"
"Christian Sanjaya! Yeah, him. My husband's fine, isn't he, Sus?" much worry.
"Sorry Mom, the patient on behalf of Christian Sanjaya died before being taken to the hospital. Or you could say, died on the spot."
The deg!
"Don't lie, Sus! My husband is still alive! Where is my husband?! Where!"
"Mom, please calm down, ma'am." The nurse tried to restrain me who was scattering the items on the reception desk.
"Sir! Security sir!"
"No! Don't get near me!" I threatened them by pointing shards from glass vases at them.
"Good, Mom! Take it off, I don't feel sorry for Mom?" Security's up and talking advising me.
"Shut up! Where is my husband? Where?!" I'm not crying, right now just overwhelmed with anger I don't know.
"Yes, I took off the shard and calmed down first, I'll take it to Mom's husband, if you're calm."
I released the full shards of blood that were on my hands. It was stuck in the palm of my hand. But I don't care.
"Here, where's my husband?" I tried to stop myself from going berserk again.
"Mari—"
"Sweety, we're home, hm?" The voice of someone I knew, stopped me from inviting the sisters.
"No, Damian! I'm going to see Christian!" No more formal talk to him.
"No Sweety, Christian—"
"What! Are you saying Christian doesn't exist?!" Ijoke Damian.
"But it's reality."
"No! Quiet Damian!" I stared hard at Damian. I turned my gaze towards the sister beside me. "My eyes on my husband."
"Okay, come on."
I followed the young nurse from behind with a pounding heart. Damian followed us too.
Corpse Room
With an erratic feeling, I asked the sister. "Sus? How are we here? Whynot? We're going to see my husband?"
The nurse looked down. "Sorry Mom, as I said from the beginning, that your husband is gone."
"Hey, look at me. He's not tricking you Aurora, please don't lie to yourself, accept reality–"
"Don't tell me that, Damian! Don't .. That's not true, Christian is still there ...." My voice was submerged as Damian pulled me into his arms.
"St! Calm down, hm."
"Before Damian, I'd like to see Christian! I want proof that he's still around!" I looked at the nurse after she got out of Damian. "Sus, open the door now" I asked with emphasis. I still haven't shed any tears.
"Yes ma'am, I briefly permission the same room guard. Come on, Mum." The nurse passed.
"Calm down, Sweety."
"Where will you calm down if you accuse Christian of not being around?!"
"Yes, but—"
I held my hand for him to stop talking. "Diem, Damian."
"Sorry Mom, lama. You see, we were tried, as a result of one of our obstetricians." The nurse came with the middle-aged man, who was probably the guardian of this morgue.
Isn't Doctor Raga the only obstetrician in charge of this hospital? I don't know, it doesn't really matter.
Chequek!
The cold began to pierce to the deepest layer of my skin. The feathers stood up the more upright, the deeper we went. The corpses covered in white sheets, didn't stop me from proving that Christian wasn't dead.
Right at the very end of the gurney, the nurse and the morgue guard stopped. My tears trickled as soon as I saw the name tag on the leg covered in wounds of a corpse covered in a white cloth.
Christian Sanjaya's
"No, this is impossible, Sus?" I stared at the nurse. The nurse just sat down.
"Damians? It's a lie, isn't it?" My voice's hoarse. "Answer! You guys got a mulch? Answer me!"
Silent
"You don't want to answer?! Okay, I'll prove it myself!" The nurse immediately brushed my hand away, as she was about to open the white cloth on someone she said Christian.
"Don't!"
I flinched as the sister barred me in a slightly high tone.
"Why? You're afraid that this isn't really my husband?!" my snapping.
"B–not so Bu, ta–but, the patient's face h-crushed. Sorry Mom."
"W-what? No, Sus! I told you my husband is not dead! This is just your reason, right, so that your cover is not revealed? Answer!" I refused to believe in tears even though they were not flowing.
"Sweety .. The nurse doesn't lie, she just prevents you from being afraid."
"If so, don't forbid me to see who's behind the cloth!" I stared at the three people.
"Sweet—"
"Shut up!" With trembling hands, I began to slowly open the cloth. "Yeah!"
I screamed when I saw a horrible face that looked a lot like Christian. I immediately ran to hold Damian tight.
"No Damian! Nope! I don't want to ...." My heart is broken, I'm just about to feel happiness. But, but what is this?! What sins have I committed that I cannot be happy?! Am I destined to suffer always?!
"Sttt, exhaust her Aurora."
I was only able to shake my head behind Damian's hug. A flash of that shattered face earlier, still stuck in my head. Brown hair with a vague face shape, i–that's my husband, Christian.
"That's not Christian, is it? Answer me Damian, I can't ...," I said. My head's dizzy.
"True Aurora, that's your husband, Christian. I'm sorry."
"But I can't Damian! I still need it! My son still needs it! I've just been happy, but– but what do I get? Is happiness this hard?!" I rampaged, ignoring that I was still in the morgue.
"I have to how is Aurora?! I can't bring her back! I'm not God, Aurora! Be aware! With you like this, Christian will definitely not calm down! You just need to break it! I know you're tormented, but what should I do?!"
The deg!
Hit Damian, make me freeze. Am I wrong? But I just want to be happy like everyone else, I know that what's gone can't be resurrected anymore, but– what my life will be like in the end?
Body's tired. Since I was pregnant, I was always tired. Especially when my gestational age enters the fifth month. With consciousness already on the threshold, I said to Damian. "I'm tired." And everything is dark.
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