About the Heart

Come and Go

The effect of the drug I took this morning managed to make me sleep for 3 hours. Besides being powerful to make me rest, the drug is also powerful to repel the disease that lodged in my stomach. When I woke up I saw Dion focusing on the laptop in front of him. I wouldn't wake him up if I woke up. I stole a look at him.

"If you weren't here, how would I get through this, Di?" my mind with eyes still looked at him.

I closed my eyes slowly. Imagine what would happen when Mas Rud leaves and I have to go through this myself.

I don't think I can!

Wh-tok-tok!

Someone knocked on my bathroom door. Dion turned his gaze towards the door. Kristy turns her head into the room.

"Mas Dion, Miss Rosa sleeping?" kristy asked as she saw my eyes closed and Dion turned to her.

"Come Kris! Soon your mother will wake up" explained Dion.

"Here I bring food, Mas!" Kristy handed him the purple bag she was carrying.

"Where is Rosa's mother, Mas?" Kristy wants to know.

"Thank God, it's been much better, Kris, hopefully tomorrow you can go home" replied Dion.

"Thank God, Mom!" kristy said while looking at me.

"Where, Auntie?" Dion asked back.

"Dead of recovery Mas, as long as his mind is not burdened anymore, God willing will soon be healthy as before" Kristy explained.

"Alhamdulillah, take care of Aunt Kris, let me here take care of Rosa. Tell Auntie Rosa will be fine" Dion said.

"Yes, Mas. Thank you, Mom, take care of Rosa!" kristy.

I opened my eyes after I thought their conversation was over.

"Kris," call me

Kristy walked up to me and sat down on the chair next to me

"Mak Rosa is healthy?" ask Kristy

Kristy hugged me and she cried.

"Kok, even cry?" my many.

"Don't hurt anymore, huh, Ma'am! We love Sister Rosa," Kristy's cry grew louder.

"Yes, it's healthy" I'm tough-ass.

Harder to face my illness and still fragile if I have to remember the mess I feel. I know that Kristy's words and her cries did not lead to my pain, but to my bitter feelings.

"Don't cry, shame on Dion!" I said break the sadness.

"Your sister, will be happy here, don't you cry" Dion assured.

Slowly Kristy calms herself down. He no longer shed his tears. Only occasionally still as much as possible.

"You take care of Mama, yeah! Convince him not to be burdened with my problems. Wait for me to come home and get this over with" I told Kristy.

Kristy nodded, and hugged me tightly. I stroked her hair to give her reinforcement.

*****

After Kristy died, Dion approached me and sat in the chair my dear sister left behind. He looked at me and again showed off his smile.

"You're tough what a tough ass, Sa?" god Dion to me.

"10 years, can't you know yet, I'm being honest or lying?" I turned Dion's words back.

Dion returned his smile to hear my words.

"Blessed! Don't let your heart continue to be overwhelmed with sadness" Dion advised, stroking my hair.

Dion's words were softly heard but had a deep meaning. I tried to smile. Dion understood the meaning of my smile and stroked my hair again.

Suddenly, the door to my room was knocked back from the outside. Dion and I spontaneously looked toward the sound.

Slowly the door opened and ....