Scandal Compound Love
Episode 4
Notes; This story carries a back and forth groove. If read with feelings, God can be understood.
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Beep beep ....
The roaring sound of a ventilator broke the silence in the room with the pungent aroma of disinfectant, the, be an escort for a voyage of the spirit of the body that is lying unconscious on a white paint gurney also sheets with the same color.
Austin ....
It had been more than twelve hours for the man to lie helplessly, as a result of an accident on the race track this afternoon.
The pale face in the mouth and nose covered with an oxygen mask, appears to evaporate in his wheeze.
Beside the man, Tara sat propped up with her elbows resting on a mattress that her best friend slept with and stared at the pale face that was closed in front.
Time has shown at 02:00 in the morning. But Tara still tried to stay awake, although her pair of eyes clearly showed fatigue that demanded release.
"When did you wake up, anyway, Le?" The voice of Tara. "What did Lu learn to die? Very henna no mo wake up.”
Seconds crawl for minutes, then walk up to a matter of hours.
Four hours later ....
A nurse was busy flicking through the window curtains to let the sun shine into the room, creating a warmer atmosphere around it.
Tara, who may have just closed her eyes for two hours, appeared to be disturbed beside Austin. He raised his head and body to a stand. A moment rubbed his eyes that still felt faint to reach a clear view.
He's surprised!
Found Austin who had been sitting on a pillow.
"Le! When did you wake up?!" Her lips twitched a happy smile. “Finally you don't die,” he said no box. But .... “Le.” The next second Tara frowned.
Something is strange. His anxiety was not welcomed. Austin's expression was beyond expectations. The bule man just silently looked at him with a flat highlight, but sharp enough for the gaze of a friend who often threw jokes at each other every time.
And Tara did not catch the slightest lie or pretence in those red eyes. Because Austin's not a guy who likes to pretend.
The same look as when he met the man for the first time, Tara took a look. Cold and flat.
"Lu baek-baek, right, Le? Your nutmeg still hurts?!"
Stay same! Austin remained silent as if he did not know her.
"Le!"
And stay the same!
“Why is this a boy? Possessed?” ask Tara's heart, confused.
Until the next minute, the very voice that wanted to be heard was finally hissing ...
"Who are you?”
Of course Tara was surprised to sigh her head back with a frown. “Le ... Elu ..?”
“Whose question you?”
For the first time in her life, Tara felt pain in her chest. Feel pounded repeatedly and getting stronger until he can not stand it, then cry like a stray PAUD child stray his mother.
The doctor's explanation ten minutes ago, made the man stare in disbelief, almost even cursing himself.
Amnesia!
The short-headed, half-headed doctor said, Austin has amnesia! Which cannot even be explained, whether the verdict is temporary.
Standing next to the door of the doctor's room that she had met a moment ago, Tara leaned her back with her head turned upward against the wall behind her.
"Lu was mostly a sin, Le," complained Tara, but impressed. Then she pulled her body to the floor. Bend the leg to then immerse his head between the knees he hugged. "Kalo you cross mind kek gini, means cave kudu nata your brain from the beginning again, Le! Really happy you!" Then he lifted the face and then rubbed it rough. "This abbis, you must buy the cave mansion segede alakajim on the top of the Himalayas anyway, Le. Point!"
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Time skips.
Six months later ....
A shabby, knee-length negligee patterned in withered batik that looks to have dull faded, clad in the body of a woman who stepped slowly over the sidewalk on the side of the road. White feet look dusty in the box with a pair of blackish-brown flip-flops that have been thinned eaten aged wear.
An iron of pinky, with a length of approximately half a meter, the tip of which forms a curve similar to a hook, he used to reach glass and plastic bottles used in packaging drinks, he said, then he put it in a moustache sack that dragged one part of his hand to another.
Seen occasionally he stopped just to wipe the sweat granules that poked at his temple. Irregular breathing due to fatigue. The wreckage sack he dragged along had been almost full, making his steps stumble over the weight objection.
Seemed again rubbed while looking down, fat stomach in which contains another life entrusted by God, loving.
Yep!
Jasmine. She is currently pregnant. A reality that made him completely thrown into a pitiful ravine.
The seed grew in her womb after it was forcefully planted by a savage man who she would always remember at any moment. The fetus that had intended to be aborted but stopped, because it was aware of the turning humanitarian side.
The little creature in the stomach was very active, so sometimes make jasmine tickle and then he laughed a little full day-after.
Honey, get bitter still bitter! His life was completely below the red line and the weakest point.
He was stranded in the big city he is now tracking, after getting off a tub car containing various types of vegetables six months ago.
Jakarta up! In that city he is now.
Applying for a job at a company obviously will not be able to, when the diploma even KTP-pun not in his hands. Although it was his hometown, it felt like hell when there was no one he could ask for help.
With a shabby appearance with one shirt that even days without a replacement, Jasmine is increasingly difficult to get a job.
He cooks food from several garbage cans in front of restaurants or food outlets through his footsteps. Shame was sacrificed to keep her stomach filled. Jasmine no longer cared.
Not infrequently the owners of the restaurant expel and rebuke it inhumanely just because of the appearance of a near-beggar. Or sometimes someone kindly gives him a packet of rice. Jasmine experienced many stifling things in some time when it was.
Until an angel was sent down by God to help the trouble.
A thin old woman he accidentally meets on the side of the road invites him to go home and live with her. It was the moment in which Jasmine was crying sobbing lamenting bad luck to so many times in her life.
The old woman was just a scavenger who lived in a house whose entire wall was made of used zinc and rusted, on the banks of Ciliwung times, Jakarta City. And now the woman was also gone two months ago, due to complications suffered over the past year.