Trapped With My Ex

A taxi stopped at the cemetery area, its footsteps heavy. She was carrying two bouquets of flowers which were already in his arms tightly.

Two tombstones were clearly visible in his eyes. There was a feeling of regret and tightness in the chest, the pain that had been stored for five years was just poured out onto the tombstones.

“I'm home Dad, Lana. Sorry to make you wait too long. Sorry because I have troubled you a lot. I promise to look after and care for mom in your place."

Tears fell down her beautiful face. Remembering all the events five years ago left very deep wounds.

After placing the wreath, she left the cemetery area. The taxi continued its journey to a hospital.

She brought a bouquet of white lilies as well as a box of his favorite food. The middle-aged woman lay weak with an IV tube in her arm and nose. Tools that keep him alive.

The beautiful woman had placed her favorite white lilies in place of the wilted flowers on the patient's table.

"Mom, I'm home, I'm healthy. All this is thanks to Lana who loves me very much. Now it's my turn to look after and care for you," said the beautiful woman while gently stroking her favorite woman's cheek which already looked wrinkled.

The sound of pushing the door opened, a man wearing glasses approached the beautiful and beautiful woman, "You've come, Nis. How was your journey?" the voice gently patted the woman's shoulder.

"Uhm, it's quite tiring Adam, but I met papa and Lana before coming here," she said as his tiny hand gently massaged the arm of the beloved woman.

"You'd better go home and rest, in two days you'll start working and I'm sorry if the place I chose to live doesn't suit your wishes. I hope you don't mind," added the man named Adam.

"Thank you for helping me find a job and a place to live, Adam!" His voice is soft with dimples that rise and fall and she smiles when she speaks.

"Don't talk like that Nis, uncle and aunt have helped me a lot all this time. If they weren't the ones to help, I might still be homeless on the street," said Adam looking at Nisa who was worried about her mother's condition.

"What about my mother's latest condition, Adam? What did the doctor say?" Nisa tried to divert with questions.

"Auntie needs a heart transplant and most importantly the costs for the operation and recovery require quite a bit of money," explained Adam.

Even though he tried to smile, Adam really knew the burden that Nisa was feeling.

"Uhm, I see!"

Nisa just nodded slowly, she tried to understand everything Adam said.

Yes ... this is a new start for Faranisa Aznii after her parents went bankrupt. Lana's father and sister died in an accident and Lana's heart was donated to him. Meanwhile she was forced to recuperate in another country with their last economic waste.

Her mother has the same history as Nisa, having been forced to only rely on assistive equipment to dominate her body for the past three years. This time Nisa had to struggle to rely on herself and her meager abilities to find costs for her mother's treatment, surgery and herself.

Nisa walked out of the hospital together with a hastily parked car. One of them was seen opening the passenger door and carrying someone who was injured. They were only blocked by one person so none of them noticed.

"Nis, I'll take you." Adam ran after Nisa.

"You must be tired from working all day, Dam. Do you still have time to take me?"

Nisa felt embarrassed because during her absence, Adam was the one who looked after and looked after her mother.

"It's okay, Nis. You probably haven't eaten yet, let's stop by and eat," said Adam, Nisa couldn't refuse Adam's invitation any longer.

"I'll take my motorbike for a moment. You wait here, Nis," continued Adam, leaving Nisa to walk towards the parking lot.

***

"Tch... I said, I'm fine. You went to the trouble of taking me to the hospital!" grumbled a man whose arm was wrapped in bandages.

"Sorry, sir, but this is an order from Mr Prawira directly, sir's grandfather, he told me to look after you no matter what happens. So how could I dare disobey him." he explained.

"You're still using the excuse of my grandfather, Bisma. He's dead, never mind, I'm not a child anymore," he replied in a half-baritone voice.

"But–but–but, Mr. Leon, this is his mandate that I must guard." Bisma still insisted.

"Shhh, don't make any more noise. Get the car! How long am I going to stand like this," Leon ordered. He sounded impatient to leave the hospital.

"Owh–ok—okay, I'll take it now, please wait a moment, sir!" Bisma ran away leaving his master to take the car.

Leon's eyes wandered around for a moment, his eyes caught a figure he recognized. However, he immediately crumpled his own face roughly.

"Ughh. I still can't forget him, even though five years have passed. It feels like it can't be him. I've often misrecognized people. Damn it, all because Marko asked me to drink tonight."

Leon grumbled to himself when he saw the figure of a woman riding on a battered moped.

"Sorry, Nis. I can only take you on a crappy motorbike like this," said Adam during their journey.

"It's okay, Adam. If you don't give me a deposit tonight, I'll spend more money to pay for a taxi," chuckled Nisa. Adam just smiled at his chatter. Adam's battered moped stopped at one of the Barbeque Chicken tent stalls.

"Well Nis, this is my favorite Barbeque Chicken here, I guarantee you will be addicted to trying it once!" Adam promotes Barbeque Chicken dishes with enthusiasm.

"Wow... I eat a lot, Adam, if it makes me hungry I can eat two or three portions at once," said Nisa, smiling teasingly at him.

"Yes, yes, if you want to eat three portions, that's fine. Tonight's special, I'll treat you!" Adam couldn't avoid the charm of Nisa's beautiful face.

"Okay, I'll pack one portion, as a reserve if I'm hungry tonight. Because I don't have any stock at home, I haven't unpacked anything yet!" Nisa let go of her shyness while laughing together at the table eating Barbeque Chicken .

***

"You have a dinner appointment with Miss Wina, sir," Bisma reminded his master.

"It's him again! Sigh, she really never gives up!" Leon was immediately annoyed when Bisma mentioned Wina's name.

"At least she is one of the suitable candidates, sir," added Bisma again.

"I've said, whatever you can arrange, but as for whether the candidate is suitable for me or not, I'm the one who decides. That was my agreement with my late parents and grandfather!" Leon said firmly, reminding them of their agreement.

"I understand, sir. But it wouldn't be wrong if you tried it with Miss Wina. She is very beautiful, elegant and also a model," Bisma started preaching again to promote Wina.

"Then, you can take my place in meeting him. You should already have a candidate, right?" sneered Leon, not wanting to lose when arguing about candidates.

Bhishma swallowed a bitter pill when he continued to persuade his master to accept the blind date that had been planned, but his master immediately refused outright.

"Ah, sir, how long will you keep to yourself. After you returned five years ago, your attitude has changed a lot."