WIFE RENTAL
MORGUE

Rangga was already inside the hospital. He sought the existence of the Goddess, his old wife. When Rangga walked fast and half ran. He found Dewi sitting pensively right in front of the ICU room. The clothes that the Goddess was wearing were still the same clothes when they had parted in the street this morning.

From behind the Goddess looked extremely exhausted. Can be seen from the way he sits a little down and leaning on a waiting chair made of wood.

New also want to greet and call the Goddess from a distance. There was a man who first approached the Goddess and brought a plastic bag containing food.

Dewi looks sprightly and immediately opens the plastic bag. Then open one palm and mineral water.

Rangga stopped his steps and undoed his intention to approach the Goddess. It is better that he wait somewhere else that the Goddess cannot possibly know while monitoring the Goddess from a distance.

Know for yourself, an open place like the hospital is pastinmany mosquitoes or other insects as a disruptor to comfort and sleep. In addition, the night wind was so cold that it pierced the bones. It feels so hard and so painful.

The man even pulled the Goddess' head and tried to make the Goddess comfortable to rest. The head of the Goddess was rested on the burly arm as the man touched the Goddess cheek and rubbed it gently.

Rangga commits us to grumble in annoyance. Why is it only he who never knows the problem that is being faced by the Goddess.

It may be true, Atta said. Dewi did not want to burden Rangga and his family. What he did was just a job. No need to look for opportunities to take advantage of the situation and conditions that are happening.

The mind of the Goddess has been destroyed. In addition, his phone has been dead since this afternoon. He himself did not try to find a mobile phone cas. Wh-wh-what for? Because he already has no parents and relatives who are known and care about the fate of Bening, his sister.

Since sitting in the waiting chair which is located a little far from the place of the Goddess and rather dim lighting. Rangga looked at the person who passed him staring at himself sharply while sniffing his shoulders until he looked raised slowly while walking quickly straight ahead.

"Why the hell? See that as hell? I think again see the devil," said Rangga slowly to himself.

He also sat up straight and observed the dim lights that soon seemed to be going to turn off the total power of the lights. Both of his eyes rolled down the entire hall. This corridor is indeed quieter compared to other corridors.

Rangga also read one by one the room near there. Because he feels so weird. Occasionally smelling the smell of flowers and the slightly pungent aroma of incense burst out in his nostrils.

"What's? The morgue!!" loud shouting. Rangga also rushed to jump from his seat and ran down the ridge while carrying a small bag containing clothes for the Goddess and some food that he bought earlier in the minimarket while on his way to the hospital.

His heart was beating hard and so fast as his current running motion. His hair stood goosebumps considering he was sitting next to the morgue. Rangga was sitting in that chair for a long time.