A Bunch of Horror Stories

episode 61 (my sister's poem )

Losing something, especially something valuable, is certainly very unpleasant. Especially if something is very dear to us, then remembering it will only hurt.

That's how I've been. Loneliness is now so hard to ensnare my days for real. A week ago, Zahra, my only brother died, following the father who first faced God.

Too bitter this. I feel like I'm not ready to lose loved ones. Tears like to be drained.

I saw the night that started coming from the window. Darkened. The drizzle started to come down. Cold outside penetrates the pores of the room wall. Slowly but surely penetrated the pores of my heart. Jengkrik and toads made up the atmosphere that night.

“Duh, Zahra, why are you leaving Brother too soon?” inner screaming. I looked at Zahra's photo. She smiles so sweetly. There was peace in both of his round eyes. Honey, that deadly accident has taken his soul. To take away the happiness that was ever between us.

How devastated I was to hear the news of the accident, to the point that I could not hold the phone because it was weak. In Papah Bi Inah, I went to the hospital feeling ungodly. In the ICU room, Zahra chuckled helplessly, unconscious. His head was covered in red because of the blood. From that picture, I understand that Zahra's situation is very critical. His chest seemed to go up and down, even though his heartbeat was weak. The left abdomen was torn and there were fragments of objects entering the stomach. That's the report on Zahra I received. Again I learned that the accident was terrible.

I was horrified to find my beloved sister in such a state. More horrified when the nurse was seen carrying my sister's uniform and veil, which was torn full of blood. My feelings are very hurt, like a piece of car glass hitting Zahra. I lost my balance even more when the team of doctors asked the family for approval to operate on Zahra's wounds. Mama immediately gave her consent by signing a statement. Under those circumstances, all my family just thought of the salvation of Zahra's soul. Zahra must be helped immediately.

All my brothers came, giving prayer encouragement for Zahra's healing. I try to clear my mind, but this heart is always filled with questions: “Is there a god who has taken away my only brother, after a month ago I lost my father?”

All I did was pray for Zahra's safety. Istigfar I said many times. Within an hour and a half of the operation, soon my mother, me, and all my brothers were anxious.

“How is Zahra doing, Dok?” ask mama.

Doctor Zainal who led the operation stared at us for a moment. His somewhat heavy voice finally came out as well.

“We've been trying, Mom! But God also determines. Zahra lost too much blood and had a severe infection in her stomach.”

Tonight I look back on the sweet moment of togetherness between me, Zahra, mom, and dad. It's beautiful to remember, and painful. The morning before his return to God, I caught no hint or hunch that it was going to happen. That is God's secret. All I remember is, he asked permission to apply for English lessons. Without being escorted by Mr. Dudung, a private driver who used to drive Zahra anywhere.

“Kak, Zahra want to register for English lessons. Maybe he'll be late. After all, Zahra does not want to be among Mr. Dudung. Zahra wants to go with friends.”

After saying goodbye to mom, Zahra joked me. Pinched. Very cheerful face. “Kak, Zahra go first yes. My kind brother.. I miss big brother deh...” I never thought that was the last sentence I heard.

Suddenly, I remembered Zahra's diary. Yes, he was diligent in writing anything in his diary. However, I've never seen it. “Yes, I just remember now.”

Zahra's diary caught my attention. The last two pages really touched my heart.

“... life is sweet. Especially in the midst of good friends. Yes, life is very beautiful also in the midst of the papa. Sometimes I feel like I'm in the palace alone when I'm with a poor fellow.”.

Why don't I ever want to know that Zahra used to write stuff in her diary?

When the last page before being able to answer the question. “Poemis Zahra..” gumamku.

The writing was so neat that I could easily live out the poem.

Lord, if I may beg you:

Do not let the body be paralyzed

Do not be approached with envy

Do not always mind whimper

Do not use the tongue in a lie

Don't hands shake hands with the miser

So that the rest of the trip was—

At least — is perfect on Your side