Two Difficult Choices

The word 'Oscar' that Lisa had just said shot like a bullet, leaving a gaping wound in Rangga's heart. His face, which had been worried and scared, gradually became a little gloomy and disappointed. The fact that Lisa couldn't move on from Oscar hurt him a lot.

Rangga rubbed Lisa's forehead, feeling the heat which began to subside. Before, the woman's forehead felt so hot. Rangga stared at Lisa's wistful eyelids with a pitiful look. He tried to get rid of his disappointment by saying, "It's me, Rangga. Not Oscar…" His voice was low and jealous.

"Rangga, where am I?" Lisa asked, still not fully conscious. Then she turned her face towards the man.

"You're at the hospital," Rangga briefly answered.

Lisa scratched her neck, her throat felt so dry and itchy. Then she turned her head to the nightstand, trying to reach a glass of water.