Widia

The sound of tires creaking against the asphalt was loud. The horns sounded in unison, like the melody accompanying the accident at eleven o'clock that Sunday.

Panji, he was glued to his motorbike. The incident where the alphard car lost control and crashed into three vehicles from the opposite direction, he witnessed with his own eyes.

For a few moments, the man was still on my feet. mLetting the chaotic euphoria in front of him run out of control. The screams as well as the muffled groans of the three cars were heard in response to the screams of those who saw it. They flocked to get the victim out of the car.

"I go."

It was the last sentence that Ghina said in her voicemail earlier. So, is this the real being eaten away?

As if someone had slapped him hard on the cheek, Panji gasped. Without lowering the standard of his motorbike, he ran towards a taxi whose front was badly damaged. Panji pushed several people who were felt to be blocking his way. And how transfixed he was when he saw the condition of the driver who could be said to be very pathetic.

No-no, Ghina must be safe. The girl had a thousand ways to strengthen herself.

Panji turned to look at the second seat of the taxi. He sees Ghina there. Her face was covered in blood from the broken glass beside her. Her eyes were closed, though her lips were slightly parted. Panji approached, he was shocked when Ghina coughed and spit blood from her mouth.

"Ghina, honey?" Panji entered through the next door, because the door beside Ghina couldn't be opened because it was close to the street lamp.

With a quiver, Panji slightly pulled Gina's chin so that her face looked at him. Panji's heart was pounding, not because he fell in love but because of the screams of a resident who said that the taxi driver had died.

Trembling, Panji pointed his index finger at Ghina's nostrils. His heart seemed to stop beating because he didn't feel any breath coming from Ghina's nose. "No, that's impossible."

Once again, Panji confirmed. Tears fell from her eyes because Ghina's nose was no longer exhaling. Then, he took Gina's hand which was very weak. Panji checked the woman's pulse.

Nothing, no ticking.

In the neck point area, the same does not beat.

"Help!! This my girlfriend!!"

Several residents tried to remove Ghina's body. It's a bit difficult because it turns out his legs are caught between the front and rear seats.

Outside the taxi, Panji cried and rubbed his face roughly. He continued to scream for help and spoke quickly to the people who were trying to get Ghina's body out of the way.

His chest tightened to death, as if a very heavy rock had hit him when a man told him about Ghina's condition.

"Dude, his girlfriend is dead. We will take him to the hospital for further examination."

"No, there's no way Ghina died. She's just sleeping, she's just shocked?! There's no way she's dead!!"

"No!!!!"

Panji suddenly widened his eyes. His breath rose and fell rapidly as cold sweat dripped from his hair. In the car that was still parked in the restaurant yard, Panji accidentally drifted into a long daydream which caused him to enter dreamland.

That dream again.

It had been two years since Panji had last dreamed of that dark event. And now, he had that dream again. Does he still need the help of a psychologist?

Panji shook his head firmly, he leaned his back against the back of the car seat. Trying to calm his still ragged breath. He only had one thought, Laras. Where is that girl? Is he still inside? Long talk about his past with Widia. Or has he left and gone home?

To get rid of the restlessness, Panji got down and went back into the restaurant. However, the table he originally occupied was empty. There is neither Laras nor Widia, nor is there a table. No more plates or glasses containing their orders.

"Sorry, Sis. The two women sitting at the table, where are you going?" Panji asked a waiter.

"It's gone, Sir."

"They went home together?" asked Panji again.

"No, Sir. They go alone."

"Who went first? The one in the blue dress, or the one in the black coat?"

"If I'm not mistaken, the one who wears the dress first goes home. Anyway, I saw that the youngest one went first. I also heard their debate before one of them came home."

Panji's brows furrowed. "What are they arguing about?"

"Oh, I don't know about that, Sir."

Panji nodded. "Thank you."

Rubbing his face roughly, Panji got back into his car. He had the intention to call Laras, but failed because he knew it would be in vain. Therefore, Panji decided to come to the hospital, where Widia is now.

***

Panji's nostrils smelled a strong medicinal aroma, just as he passed through the corridor to get to Widia's practice room. The woman who gave birth to him, as well as the woman he calls his mother, is a psychologist, in accordance with his long-held ideals.

Indeed, Widia has achieved her goals well, even very well. However, because his work was too time-consuming, because Widia was also taking a master's degree, Panji was neglected. Since childhood, he is accustomed to living alone or accompanied by a nanny who changes every year. Never once was Widia beside Panji, not even to play.

That's why Panji was cold to Widia. If the woman had not helped him to recover from the past trauma of Ghina's departure, maybe Panji would no longer consider her as his mother.

Don't even ask about Satya. The man was as busy as Widia, even more so. Once the three of them went on a tour to Bali, but it was just canceled at the time of departure just because there was a sudden meeting.

Disappointed for sure, but all Panji did was sighed as he turned around to go to his room.

Panji's daydream was shattered when his eyes caught the nameplate that read Widia along with the title abbreviation behind it. Knocked on the door, then sat in front of the woman as if a patient.

"Why?" Widia asked.

"You are still asking why after destroying all my efforts so far?" Panji asked in a cold tone. His eyes stared intently at Widia. Meanwhile the woman, still continues to dwell on the laptop in front of her.

"Mommy has said from the start, it is better for Laras to know from you or Mommy, than for him to know from someone else. That would be much more painful, Panji." Widia answered, but her eyes were still on the laptop.

"I can do it myself, I can set a time when I tell Laras everything. But at will, Mommy just opened everything. It's the same as destroying my business, my plans, as well as my goals. Not that you wants me to be free from Ghina's shackles, but instead like this? Do you want me to get sick even more?"

"Panji, we can talk about this later. Mommy has a lot of work to do," said Widia as if to gently drive away.

"Okay, I'm going. It seems you loves your work more than I, her own child."