I feel my cell phone vibrating on the bedside table where I am lying. It of course makes my consciousness which has been asleep in sleep slowly wake up. Even though I still feel dizzy and nauseous, I still try to sit up. It turns out my breath feels hot, surely that right now I have a fever because of the stress and fatigue I'm experiencing these days. It feels like the blowing of the AC is making the dizziness in my head worse and I continued to massage it while reaching for my cell phone on the table. "Hello!" I said, I hurriedly answer the call while lowering my legs from the bed.“It’s me,” “Madam!” I call her.It turns out Madam Shirley calls me. “Your husband is on his way to the hospital,” she tells me, surprisingly. What happened? Is it possible that Bima's leg condition will recur again even though I have provided a stock of medicine in his room? Oh right, not to worry. There's Eve on his side. In fact I shouldn't interfere with their business, let alone disturb t

I am really confused by the behavior of the woman who had been helping me in the kitchen. Actually, what was she thinking until she asked the man named Farhan to take me to the hospital and forced me to accept that favor. Earlier she was crying because she was worried that I would steal her childhood friend but then she was the one giving her childhood friend the opportunity to be close to me. "Do you know?" "No," I answer when the man named Farhan asks me straight. The man seems to be driving the car and I sit beside him. That's because the woman forced me to sit here. "I want to tell you something," said this Farhan, On the other hand, I, who am not feeling well, feel very reluctant to be talked to because I really need to rest and be more silent. "I don't want to know anything," I answered. The position of my face is still the same, I don't look forward but I look to the side. What I see are city buildings and trees on the edge of the sidewalk that seem to bear strange f

Eve has many things that I don't have in my life. Even though she tries in a way to get wealthy that I think is wrong, she can still get everything she wants. Thus, even though she is on a normal path like me before, a path that accepts fate as it is without thinking about how to start a new life, I'm sure Eva will still have what I don't have is because she is destined to have such a beautiful face, and is also destined to be able to get love from the man she loves. It's just that, with so many advantages she has, why should she still take advantage of my misfortune? And how come she has all the videos of me having difficulties in the past? People in this city probably think that the video is my true story. However, Mr. Farhan, who I don't know, has told me that I am quite famous in the social media because I have had so many problems that my news has spread everywhere, so that people outside the city, netizens, will definitely think that this is all my acting or a content that

Because there are too many problems and my body isn't in good condition, I forgot about my mother's condition. Luckily, my mother is being treated at the same hospital that Bima is currently being treated at, so I don't need to worry about Bima's condition, who I can visit later. After all, Bima is now fast asleep. "Bima… Bima!" I call him to make sure. I don't want to be a bother either, I just don't want him to be angry with me if I'm not around him later. “Bima!” I call him again yet don’t hear an answer. Therefore I am sure that Bima will take a long time to wake up as he usually takes a nap, so I have to hurry to meet my mother.How has she been? I want to see her condition. The mother's neighbors said that my mother's condition was stable and there were no problems when I sent her a message. I wonder, has mother opened her eyes? Will father accompany her while I've made Eva angry earlier? Then, Will my mother probably look for me and miss me?Ahh..What a pity I am!

I am in the hospital cafeteria so I won't have to go back too far when Bima will call me later. Next to me, I see Mister Farhan looking very hungry eating the burger he ordered. "As I thought, Mister Farhan lied when you said the food I made was very delicious, right?" I ask this man. I stay beside him and watch him continue to eat so enthusiastically.Anyway, I am with my mango juice in my hand. Strangely, this man is not like the man that diva, the woman who helped me in the kitchen had described earlier. "I'm not lying," Mister Farhan stops eating, he looks at me who turns to him, "Your cooking is delicious, I swear," he said again, convincingly. Then he smiles at me after sipping the cold tea in front of him. He and I look at each other, while I don’t eat the lunch in front of me so well because my taste today is so bad.I guess it's because of the fever I got. "Then why does Mister Farhan eat so well right now? This food is not my cooking anyway. Whatever food it is, it