When Married?
KM Part 77's

The man's tall body was limp as he walked, he even nearly collapsed from being unable to support himself. Literature clung to her car and reached into her suit pocket to pick up her cell phone and contact someone.

"So soon find someone for me, I want you to move fast! I'm sending her biodegrad now."

Literature got into his car and drove in no direction, after a while driving his vehicle aimlessly, he decided to go home to the apartment that had lived Bunga.

When the apartment door opened there was still the aroma of the aromatherapy candles that favored Flowers, Literature entered the room and stared at the nanar photo USG and also test pack on the bed. Literature remembers very well that she had thrown it when Bunga informed her of her pregnancy.

The sound of the two objects, Literature sat on the floor with her back leaning against the bed, swiped the USG photo.

"My baby, I'm sorry Papa, Papa has wasted you dear." He pecked at it for a very long time the black and white photo he was holding was.

Crossing back the face of the flower who smiled happily when giving the envelope containing the object made his longing even more overflowing felt suffocating himself. Then his eyes turned to the picture frame on the nightstand, a picture of Flowers smiling beautifully while in Bali.

He took the picture frame and his tears dripped down the photo. "I'm sorry, where are you now? I miss you so much."

Deep guilt and remorse filled his whole body, Literature bowed down, weeping bitterly in solitude in an increasingly silent night.

*****

Green grass spread out before him. There was a shady tree and Sastra sitting under it, he saw a man who had longed for years approaching him with a little child.

"Liter."

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"Mom?"

The woman smiled as gently as a cloud to Literature and stroked her head.

"My son, come home, make peace with your past, forgive your Father."

"But Mom."

"I miss you Mom." Literature hugged the woman. "Whose boy is this? Why does he look like me? Even this kid has dimples?" tanyanya.

"He's your son Sas, he's as handsome as you are, isn't he? since his arrival Mom was very happy and not lonely anymore, only she often cried because she worried about Mama.

Literature trembled, his hand outstretched touching the little boy. "My son...."

The boy smiled at her and also stretched out his hand, as the small hand touched her face there was a foreign taste that was popping in her heart.

Is this what it feels like to be a father? My soul feels full of incomparable happiness.

"Papa, help me, Mama is always sad and crying, she misses me. Tell him I'm fine here, there's grandma and grandpa playing with me" the boy said with a look in his eyes that looked a lot like someone's eyes.

"Grandfather?"

The boy nodded and pointed his index finger at a man sitting in a chair not far from it, the man waved his hand at Literature, it was Mr. Revelation.

"Sas, don't forget to apologize properly to the mother of your son, we have to leave now."

Then suddenly the wind was blowing very hard and Literature felt like she was being sucked from there, everything was fading away, the place was getting away from her.

"Moooommm... my sonuuuu.. tidaaaaaak, don't leave meuuu...."

Literature jerked up from her sleep, cold sweat flooded her, apparently d

she dreams and falls asleep on the floor hugging a photo of Flowers and a photo of her baby USG.

*****

Early in the morning Literature had taken a bath and changed clothes neatly. He was about to go somewhere, he looked back at the black and white photo and then stored into his pocket then he took his car keys and rushed off from there.

In the middle of the journey Literature stopped by the flower shop and bought a bouquet of white roses.