When Married?
The KM Part 76

Mr. Pendi has arrived at the hospital lobby, Literature immediately approached and took over the wheel.

"Sir Pendi please go home, I will drive myself."

"Well sir, you should be careful driving, the road is slippery after heavy rain earlier," said Mr. Pendi.

"Thank you sir." Literature immediately took his car to leave the hospital quickly, he drove his luxury car at high speed and did not care about the wet road conditions that could have brought danger.

He was in the garden of the house of flowers. The house looked quiet, the lights in the house did not turn on, only the porch lights were turned on. Literature knocked on the door several times but there was no telling from within.

Where are they actually going? Why is this house like uninhabited, it is impossible if they are traveling with a state of flowers that have not recovered properly? Besides, at this time of drizzling and the night is almost coming, people who are recovering can go in this weather.

He tried to brush off all the grieving in his heart and decided to ask the people around, Literature circulated his gaze and not far from there was a coffee shop. Literature rushed to the stall and asked the owner.

"Sir, I'm sorry to ask, do you know where the family of the deceased Mr. Wahyu is? I just got out of his house but it doesn't seem like the guy is there."

"Oh, you mean Miss Marni and the kids?" sahut the owner of warung.

"It's right sir."

"They moved out five days ago, and the house was sold to Mr. Dedi, his boss, the late Mr. Wahyu, first" he said.

"Pi-moving? Move where sir?" The literature asked impatiently.

"I also do not know Den, when saying goodbye Bu Marni did not tell me where to move, but it seems to be moving to a distant place because the house was sold and its contents, and the, they're family with suitcases of clothes."

"Ah, as it turns out, then I say thank you sir, and thanks for the information, let's sir." Literature rose from its seat.

"Together Den" replied the seller.

Literature tried to stay calm even though his heart was very angry, then he remembered Nana. Her friend the Flower must know where the Flower moved. He immediately drove his car to Nana's boarding place.

*****

Nana was watching television while eating her fried rice, then she heard the sound of a car stopping right in front of her hostel.

Tok to tok.

"Yes a minute." Nana put her plate on the table and stepped towards the door, when the door opened she was very shocked to see the figure in front of her.

"Secretary, what are you doing here?" Nana seems to dislike the presence of Literature.

"Sorry to bother Na, there's something important I want to ask, can we talk to you for a second?" seriously said.

"What do you want to ask?" Nana was just making small talk when she knew very well that Literature would ask about Flowers, very clearly visible from the look of the man's face that looked agitated.

"You know where the family's flowers move? and how is the health condition of the Flower now?"

"I don't know, after all if I knew I wouldn't tell you where the Flower moved, I wouldn't let you hurt the Flower again" he replied.

"Please, I need to know where they're moving to and why so suddenly, I'm so worried about Flowers." Literature pleaded with despair.

"But I really don't know, Aunt Marni just said she would move far out of the island for the cure of Flowers. Aunt Marni wants the mental Flower to heal well and Flowers themselves are asking to go far away from here to get away from you. Because every time you see the Flower always come back hysterical, You are a trauma for the Flower so you should release him do not make the Flower more tormented. You better get out of here, I want to rest. Good night." Nana closes the door leaving Literature still pensive alone.

Nana's narrative makes Sastra feel slapped in a row, the fact that her presence has been completely rejected and her existence only worsened the psychic condition Flower makes her chest very tight and her heart pain is not terpercaya.

How much hate do you have for me, my dear? Even you would prefer to walk away from me and leave me, is this a punishment from you?