(Kayshila)
I looked at my watch many times and even looked at my phone screen where there were no notifications. There are no incoming calls.
"Davendra, where are you?" asked Mama Ishan calling her son in a whisper even in front of me. I can still hear his voice clearly. "Oh, I see... so you can't take Citra?" Mama Ishan looks disappointed. She immediately turned off his phone and looked at me.
"Daven said he was busy. He also said that many have delivered." Mama Ishan looked down languidly. I smiled at her, indicating that everything was fine.
"It's okay, Auntie. It's busy. Yesterday you told me." I gave an explanation. Lie. Rangga and Cath looked at me with strange looks. They knew that Ishan and I had a fight because
(Kayshila) That day I decided something I've done over and over and always failed. I want to take my life. I don't know how many times I decided to commit suicide, and I certainly looked at the small knife I took from the kitchen just now. A few scratches on my wrist, right in the path of my veins that look thin protruding. I can't count how many light streaks there are because the wound always heals quickly every time I commit suicide. My hope this time is, hope I succeed in taking my own life. I chose to sit on the emergency stairs on the 5th floor in my apartment. I hope no one tries to open the emergency door. I counted in my head, and my right hand groaned while holding the knife, ready to cut my left hand. The small knife had cut exactly the vein in my left hand. Blood immediately gushed out. I
(Kayshila) I opened my eyes slowly. My ears caught the melodious strains of Eric Nam's voice. It was there that I began to realize that I was still alive. The Korean song sings beautifully in my ears. I know who was beside me at that time. Catherine. A young woman of Australian nationality and is pregnant. She is crazy about K-Pop and Korean dramas. Two months ago, I accompanied her to a BTS concert when she was seven months pregnant. Catherine married my big bro, Rangga. He's a busy banker. Cath chose to live in Indonesia with me even though we were in different apartment towers. I sighed and tried to sit up. But unfortunately, my head and stomach hurt so bad. I took off my shirt, and there was a thick bandage covering part of my stomach. Painful and sore. Then, my eyes fell on my
(Kayshila) Today is the fifth day after I was discharged from the hospital. I stayed at Rangga's apartment for these five days because he forbade me to live alone in my apartment. He was worried that I would do something weird again. Suicide is the biggest reason. And today is the day when I, Rangga, and Cath will buy baby equipment. My wrist doesn't hurt that much, even though it's still bandaged. While the gunshot wound also looks fine because the wound is in the stomach. The skin of the abdomen is thick. The pain is still felt, and the stitches seem to be pulling all over the skin area. "I just got the info, already know who paid your hospital bills." blurted Rangga told while looking at his cellphone screen. "Who?" Me and Cath asked t
(Kayshila) Again. I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was the ceiling in a not-so-big room. The room is not too bright. Only one light is on. Dimly impressed. I rubbed my eyes, is it my eyes or is it the lighting of the room like this? Maybe because I was tired or too shocked to face the reality that happened, a few minutes ago. Uh? Wait? What happened to me?! I rose from my lie on the sofa which is not too soft. Look here and there. "Are you awake?" asked the man next to me. He sat right next to my head. He is Laksana Davendra Ishan. I was beyond shocked. I automatically looked back at him, but my breath hitched, my stomach hurt. Yes. This is what happens when I move too much and twist my stitches. I held my stomach.&nb
(Davendra) Flash back, When I was running to escape from the thugs, I opened the emergency door and accidentally found a woman sitting on the emergency stairs—blocking my steps from running. I had time to think, how bad luck I found this woman sitting limply on the stairs with a pale face. That means I can easily be caught in the pursuit of thugs. I wish I could ignore it. However, my legs were stuck for a moment. My eyes fell on the knife she was holding. Her face was down. I thought this woman must be committing suicide. I saw blood rushing around her wrist. I decided that I stop and fixate on her. I was intended for the woman's condition. However, the voice behind me is getting closer. The woman looked at me. Her face turned t
(Kayshila) I pressed the button on my apartment door limply. I'm running out of energy. I couldn't sleep well for two days because Cath and Rangga were panicking about taking care of the newborn baby. So, I was too busy helping them. It was as if I had given birth to the baby. One thing I felt when their child was born was that I was deeply moved. Have fun and be happy. I threw a big bag of Rangga and Cath's dirty clothes just like that in my living room. Their clothes are deliberately washed at my house, so they don't mix with the baby's clothes. It's already the second week, and I'm still busy taking care of their child, baby Aurora. My apartment is a bit smaller than Rangga's big apartment. My apartment has two bedrooms, while Rangga's apartment has two large bedrooms and one small bedroom. My apartment type i
(Davendra) "Just stop here." I told Teguh to stop in front of the lobby of the building in one of the Sudirman Business Districts. Teguh stopped the car right in front of the building's entrance. Lots of people walked past and into the building with hasty steps. There is not only one company in this building but dozens of companies registered in this building. That's why so many people came in and out of this building. I have a headache. Maybe because it was raining the day before yesterday, and I stayed up late to finish my piled-up work last night. Yesterday, Teguh gave information which I think is very in favor of me. My path feels very smooth to get a goal. So, this morning I went to an old friend. I happened to invest my shares in his company. I haven't seen him in a long time. Maybe about three months?&n
(Kayshila) I staggered into the office building. Even though it's been fifteen minutes, I sat quietly in the car because soon a big meeting was about to start. My client is Laksana Davendra Ishan. Usually, Mrs. Sarah only attends the first and last meetings because I handle the arrangements and subsequent work. My heart skipped a beat when my phone screen rang. ishan That's just the name. I typed hastily without capital letters. "Hello." greets me. "Where are you? I haven't seen you in the meeting room yet." he asked in a whisper. "I'll be up in a minute."