I'M MAKING YOU SORRY
CHAPTERS 18. LOVE DOES NOT ARRIVE
That evening Mila did her homework as usual. Ronald and Susy will attend an event, which will keep them from having dinner at home. Around 7pm Ronald and Susy left to attend the event. Two security guards and a lacquered-haired man who had been his guard during this time, were playing chess at the guard post.
Then one of the guards asked permission to go to the toilet. The fat-haired man then replaced chess.
"It seems fun when you're coffee. I take coffee first yes," said Satpam who is still in the post.
Suddenly a cell phone ringing. The fat-haired man raised the call.
"Yes, hello? What's?! I told you, take those pills so you don't get pregnant! Hhhh .. It's your fault!" and then the big-haired guy sounded like he was in a fight with the guy who called him. He was angry at the caller. The man moved away from the guard post so that it would not be heard by others.
The sight of the fat-haired person is sometimes up, sometimes down, sometimes in the other direction. The man's position away from the guard post, favors Mila to escape from the house. They still seem to be in a fuss.
Mila was closing in on the gate. Slide the gate a little. Come out carefully. Mila walked slowly away from the gate of the house. After some distance, then Mila ran away as fast as she could. He ran to a safe place to call Fathir.
"Fathirs! I've been out of that house. I'm near****mart. Please pick me up! Take me away!" said Mila.
"You wait there. I'm leaving soon" replied Fathir.
About 20 minutes, Fathirpun came by driving his father's car. Mila gets in the car immediately. The car immediately drove across the streets of the capital.
"Where are we going?" ask Fathir.
"I'm confused. Should I go to my village, huh?"
"Don't go to your village! How about East Java?I have a house there. I'm worried that when you go to your village, your husband finds you."
"Did your parents know you'd take me?"
"I was just saying goodbye to dropping off a friend" replied Fathir.
"sorry. It's been a bother to you."
"Don't say that. I'm glad to help you."
"You're a good man, Fathir. May you have a good girl" I said sincerely.
"I can't love another girl."
They finally quieted each other. They are busy with their own thoughts.
"I'm sorry, Fathir ...," muttered Mila inwardly.
About 5 hours drive, the car stopped by the side of the road.
"Mila, we better get some rest. It's dangerous until I get sleepy. I'm going to sleep for half an hour - in the back. You sleep here too" said Fathir
Mila nodded. Fathir moved to the back to sleep, while Mila would sleep in the front only.
When the adhan shubuh reverberated, they stopped and looked for the nearest mosque that passed. After dawn prayers, they look for coffee shops for breakfast. Coincidentally in the stall there was chicken porridge. They enjoy chicken porridge. Mila ordered warm tea, while Fathir ordered black coffee.
"Mila .., you eat it like a child. Snapping," Fathir rubbed the corner of Mila's lips with a tissue.
Mila blushed in shame.
"Thank you" said Mila.
"I will remember this day of our togetherness. Hopefully we can still meet again yes" said Fathir
"We will still be able to call, video call, or you can play to my house" said Mila.
"I'm afraid we can't see each other again" Fathir looked sad.
"You don't talk like that ah! Where are you going?"
"Miss this is the tea. And here's the coffee, sir," A stallman's father delivered tea and coffee from Mila and Fathir's order. They sipped each other's drinks, forgetting Mila's question. Fathirpun looks cheerful again after drinking coffee.
"This is really the best coffee I've ever had!" Fathir.
"Ah Sir could have. Thank you, sir, if you like my concoction coffee,"
After breakfast, they continued their journey. Along the way, many things they talk about. Starting from college to future plans. Funny things about their childhood in the village.
Mila POV
It feels so wonderful to be together . We are happy to be able to make this journey together. I don't know if this will happen again. The clock shows at 06:00 in the morning. Fathir stopped his car.
"What's Fathir?" my many.
"I forgot, our mineral water stock ran out. Before passing through the forest road, we buy mineral water first for the road" said Fathir. I just nodded.
I saw a stall across the highway. I will go down, prevented by Fathir.
"Let me. You just wait in the car" said Fathir.
I also according. Fathirpun got out of the car and crossed the road. I also bought mineral water. When he crosses the road will return to the car, suddenly from the direction we were going, a black pick-up car drove very fast towards Fathir who was walking while smiling at me.
I screamed when I saw the car was going to hit Fathir.
"Fathir ... beware!" panicked shouting.
Brak!
People who were around the crash site, scattering towards Fathir who had been sprawled. I ran out of the car hysterically.
My head is Fathir. I don't care if blood soaks my clothes and hands. Fathir is dying.
"Ja-ga di-ri ba-ik. You. ha-rus ku-at. Laa-illa-ha-illallah!"
"Fathiiiiiir .....! Nooooo .....!" I screamed hysterically.
"Fathirs! Don't go! Wake up Fathir, wake up! hyks hyks....," my cry broke, unstoppable.
"Patience, son, patience ...," the people swarmed us. Fathir is no longer alive. I felt weak and very shocked. I cried sobbing. Didn't expect Fathir to leave so soon. I regret why this happened to us.
They helped me stand up and were taken to a shady place by the side of the road. Fathir was left in his original position, waiting for the police to arrive. Fathir's body was closed to the newspaper.
I was given a drink by the people. The police came shortly. They are TKP. Then the body was taken to the hospital. I was taken to the police station to be questioned.
After I've been questioned, I'm welcome to sit in the waiting room. I purposely told the police, no family. Don't let Ronald and his family be told. I was just telling you about the Fathir family.
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I crouched down in front of Fathir's pusara. Everyone who escorted Fathir to his final resting place had left the cemetery. Fathir's college friends, as well as friends during Fathir High School left Fathir with sobs, remembering the figure of a friend they loved so much. Fathir's mother and father said nothing to me.. They just left. They blame me for what happened to Fathir.
"Fathir, I know you're a good man. Allah loves you more.hiks hiks ..., I'm sorry if this has been a trouble for you. I'm also sorry, why I haven't answered your real question. I've never made you happy. I just want you to know. If ... if I too... actually love you."
"But I just don't want to give you hope, because I'm still married. I want you to find a better girl. May you have angels in heaven."
Kutabur flowers in the center of Fathir. I took a photo of Fathir. I took a photo of Fathir. My tears are flowing more and more.
"Good road, my friend. May you be calm and happy in nature. Don't worry about me. I'll be fine. I have to be a strong woman. I-i promise. I'm sure of your death because someone wanted your death. I'll pay it back someday."
The Milla POV Off
After boarding *jol, Mila got off in front of her campus. That afternoon the campus looked quiet. Only a few students are still on campus. Fathir's death has left the entire campus in mourning. Because Fathir included students who were active in organizing, many friends and known lecturers.
Milapun sits in a meatball stall facing the highway in front of his campus. Mila looked at the campus building. Coincidentally in the meatball stall was tuning the music box with a song that happened to fit Mila's heart at this time. The song "Maybe Today Tomorrow Or Later" by Anneth Delliecia.
I'm approaching the road we're on
Every day we are here
I'm waiting for you to come back
Only memories remain here
But now you're not going
And I'm sure you won't come back
Maybe today, tomorrow, or later
Millions of memories are embedded in this heart
Maybe today, tomorrow, or later
No more greeting each other
Even though I still hope for you
I'm waiting for you to come back
Only memories remain here (but now)
But now you're gone (away)
And I'm sure you won't come back
Maybe today, tomorrow, or later
Millions of memories are embedded in this heart
Maybe today, tomorrow, or later
No more greeting each other
Even though I still hope for you
My heart is unable to accept
And forget the everything
...............
"Mila," someone broke Mila's daydream. The meatball before him was cold.
TO BE CONTINUED
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