The Woman Who Was Hurt
Part 26 | Devano critical or conscious?

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Aisha POV.

I did not expect that Lee really loved me, even now he said it so clearly, as if he had harbored that feeling for me long enough. But I was confused how to respond, because to be honest, my heart was still too numb to be able to fall in love again. Plus I realized that Avila harbored feelings of love for Lee, and of course as her best friend I don't want to see her grieve if she knows the truth that Lee loves me.

Now I'm silent, because that's the best option in my opinion, because if I talk, I'm afraid I say something will hurt and disappoint Lee. A few moments later, I got a call from the hospital informing me that Devano was critical.

The news immediately made me panic. "Lee, please take me to the hospital right now!" my door to Lee.

"Okay, but you are calm yes, don't panic like that" Lee said as he looked into my eyes deeply.

"How can I not panic! Devano is now critical, Lee!" I screamed with anxiety.

Lee was still looking at me and now from his eyes I could see a hint of disappointment that made me feel guilty immediately because I could not help my anxiety towards Devano in front of Lee who had just expressed his feelings to me.

"Then, while there's still time, we have to get to the hospital as soon as possible" Lee said, pulling my hand towards the parking lot where his car was.

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Now I sit next to Devano's blankar holding a prayer beads that lead me to continue muttering sholawat and praying for his safety.

In this ICU room, it's just me and Devano. Because Lee and Rifa seemed to agree to wait outside, as if they were giving privacy to both of us.

"A...Aisha." Instantly I was stunned to hear Devano mutter my name.

"Aisha..hh, Dashaa...."

"Dad.shah..," said Devano, who made me want to cry.

"Yes Dev, I'm here.you quickly wake up, yes" I whispered in front of his ear.

Devano's lips clenched again and then opened again and muttered my name again, it happened repeatedly. If he were still my husband, I would probably hug him and whisper that I would be by his side.

Flashbacks :

I sobbed at my mother's funeral, losing her figure was the heaviest blow of my life. It was my father who left me, and now my mother has caught up with him, leaving me alone.

I cried again and again while sprinkling flowers in my mother's vortex. Alone in this vast cemetery is a new habit for me, I could have asked Devano to accompany me but in fact I prefer to come here alone.

After praying for my mother, I still could not calm down either, I still did not stop crying because I remembered the memories with my mother. It was then that I felt someone holding me from behind warmly. At first I was surprised and thought it was a bad person, but after I turned my head it was my husband, Devano.

He was still wearing his Army shirt and although his facial expression was flat, I could still feel the warmth and attention he was pouring out through this embrace.

"Don't cry in the grave, there will be someone who mimics your cry" whispered Devano in my ear. His voice sounded like it was scaring my son. Patahal I don't feel the slightest fear.

"Oh yeah? Who imitated it?" my question was to turn around and rest my head on the chest of his field.

"Mbak Kun," Devano replied, summarizing my face and wiping my tears with her thumb.

"I'm afraid, then I won't cry anymore" said I who made him smile gently and rubbed the top of my head no less gently.

"That's dong, yes we have come home, but before I want to send Al-fatihah first for mother," said Devano as she clasped my hand and bowed her body in the vortex of my mother and prayed.

I watched Devano who was praying with tears streaming down my cheeks. Feeling both happy and claustrophobic simultaneously when he gives his attention like this. Happy that he can always erase my sadness, it always makes me feel that in this world I will not be alone because of his presence, but it is crowded because of the fact that he still loves his ex-girlfriend, Rifa. And perhaps, this attention he gave only because of his sense of responsibility as my husband, not because of his love for me.

"Let's go home," Devano asked as he clasped my hand again.

"Kneel!" my sahutku while linking more tightly to my fingers with his sturdy fingers.

"Other times if you want to make a pilgrimage, don't be alone?" devano orders while looking at me with a shady look that always warms my heart.

"I'll put off my busy life for you, Ayesha...you can call me whenever you need me, Okay?" devano said while looking at me seriously.

I just nodded while smiling sweetly at him.

"Thank you for me always" I said, which made him smile and embrace me to walk with him again.

"You don't have to say thank you, because you're my friend, my first friend, the woman who first made me feel like there's still someone in the world who wants to be friends with a guy like me," Devano.

"But why can't I also make you fall in love? Why is he the one you love?"

"Oh yeah, you don't think that we stopped by the Rifa House first, because there was something he missed in my car," said Devano who immediately made my heart a little pain.

"Should you say her name in front of me when I just stopped crying?"

"Sir papa, I took a taxi home, Kak Devan if you want to stop by Kak Rifa's house first please," said I who then walked left with a painful heart.

Just now I was happy to receive his attention, knowing a moment later I was dropped back by the reality that made my heart ache and pain.

"Dear of it!" Devano called out to me but I kept walking and tried to ignore him.

But after that I was surprised because suddenly my body was lifted and brought into the car, who else would have done it if not Devano.

"I don't stop by, I'll go home with you and not go anywhere else after," he said, which could instantly change my mood for the better.

Flashback.

I was shocked when I woke up and found Devano's fingers with my fingers intertwined.

"Dear...."

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