She's my Husband
MOURNED

Silence, all that is heard is the sound of medical devices. Elgar looked at the wrinkled face lying helplessly on the bed. I swear by anything, he really did not have the heart to see a medical device attached to his papa's body.

Elgar sat in a chair beside the gurney. His hands stretched out to grab the hand of the papa. The hand that used to hit him so often we are weak helpless. Never raise your hand, just open your eyes, Mr. Dirga can't. It's Mr. Dirga's second day in the ICU.

When there's no one like this, Elgar can't hide his feelings. Her tears melted as she recalled their quarrel a few days ago. Sorry, that's for sure. Why is he so blind to have accused his father without evidence.

"Bah, El's sorry." Say Elgar while wiping away tears and shrinking the nose. He really felt guilty, especially if he remembered all the words of Jordi. The man she accuses of investigating Mila's case. He even collected evidence and reported Baskara to the police.

"Quickly aware of the reward. El sure papa's strong."

To be honest, Elgar was really scared right now. He was afraid that he would no longer be able to see his father open his eyes. The doctor said his father's condition was critical. In addition, Jordi also said that two days ago, his father went to a notary to make a new will. Jordi doesn't know what the exact contents are. But on the way to the notary, Mr. Dirga had said if he would bequeath all shares of Dirgantara group to Elgar.

Elgar was afraid that his papa would do that because he already had a feeling that his life would not be long. I hope his fear doesn't happen.

When Elgar came out, he saw Mila sitting on a long bench near the ICU. His wife seemed to be carrying a large tote bag that had no idea what it contained.

"El." Call Mila while you stand up.

Elgar approached Mila and immediately hugged her. She spilled her tears behind Mila's back.

"Patience El, Mr. Dirga must be fine. He will definitely be as well and healthy as ever." Mila said as she stroked Elgar's mouth. While Elgar, he could only guarantee it in the heart.

Mila took Elgar to sit down and tidied up her messy hair. Since yesterday, Elgar hasn't come home at all.

"Eat ya." Mila took out the lunchbox from the tote bag she was carrying. He opened it and fed Elgar, who had not had any breakfast this morning.

"Sorry I didn't come here to say. I saw no one here, and inside you alone, so I'm waiting here."

Elgar just nodded while chewing the food in his mouth. Although he has no appetite, but he still has to eat so as not to get sick. He always wanted to take care of his father. He didn't want anything to happen to his papa and he as his only son wasn't there. Last night, when Jordi forced him home, Elgar was clamorless.

"You brought a lot of food?" Ask Elgar who researched the contents of Mila's tote bag.

"I'm afraid there's a lot of people here."

"Have you had breakfast?"

"It has. Before we left here."

Elgar immediately spent bribes after bribes. Until the lunch box is finished.

"Papa critical." Said Elgar weakly while leaning his head on Mila's shoulder. He also closed his sticky eyes due to lack of sleep. Elgar couldn't sleep last night. Fear kept haunting him. She was afraid that something would happen to her father while she was asleep.

"Keep praying El." Mila said, holding Elgar's hand.

"I'm afraid Mil. I'm afraid papa's gone for good." Along with that, Elgar's tears dripped uncontrollably. He couldn't pretend to be strong in front of Mila. The comfortable feeling near Mila made him not ashamed even though he was crying.

"Don't be so prejudiced first. Keep praying that Mr. Dirga is still given a long life."

"I haven't apologized to Papa. I'm afraid he's gone before I can apologize."

"I'm sure he forgave you El. Every parent will always forgive their child's mistakes without being asked." Mila stroked Elgar's head gently.

"Sleep for a while, I'm sure you're tired. Let me wait for Mr. Dirga."

"You here?"

Mila was surprised when someone was already standing in front of her.

"Mrs." Mumbled Mila who felt panicked because she was stared at by Bu Dirga.

"El." Ms. Dirga's loud calls woke Elgar from her sleep.

"Moment." Elgar muttered while rubbing his eyes. Elgar then looked at the anxious looking Mila.

"You better get out of here." Dispel Bu Dirga in a cold tone. His expression seemed flat, no matter what his current feelings were like, unpredictable.

"Mah..."Elgar Protest.

"You don't have the energy to argue with El." Sahut Bu Dirga's.

"B_"

Mila's hand made Elgar stop his speech. He turned to Mila and found the woman smiling while shaking her head.

"I'll go first." Mila stood up and let go of Elgar's hand.

"I'm going first. May Mr. Dirga be immediately given a cure." Mila said as she thrust her hand towards Ms. Dirga. The woman just kept quiet, making Mila pull her hand back.

"I'll drive you to the lobby." Elgar said standing up.

"No need." Sahut Bu Dirga was quick before Mila answered.

"I can myself El. You just keep your mama." Mila immediately left the place. He tries to legowo accept this reality and hopes that one day, Elgar's parents will bless him.

When Mila disappeared from her sight, Ms. Dirga sat on the bench. He looked at the totebag that contained a lot of food.

"It's from Mila." Elgar.

"Next time, don't let him be here."

"Mah...."

"Mom don't have the energy to argue with El."

The words of Mrs Dirga made Elgar choose to be silent. This is not a good time to argue.

...*****...

Elgar was silent at what the doctor had said. His body felt weak to the point of crying even though it felt incapable. Unlike her mother, the woman immediately fainted when she heard the news that her beloved husband had died. At exactly 9 p.m., Mr. Dirga was pronounced dead.

Elgar went into the ICU. He saw the nurse was removing the tool attached to the lifeless body. His chest felt tight because of the tears that did not want to come out. He hugged his still warm body. But maybe in a little while, the body will be cold and he can no longer touch.

"I'm sorry El Pah, sorry. Sorry for disappointing you. Sorry for being an unfilial child. El dear papah."

Elgar continued to apologize in his heart. His tongue felt too faint to speak.