Cracked Pearls

Accident

The phone handle attached to my ear just fell off. My hands and body were shaking uncontrollably. A pair of eyes widened like they were about to come off. My heart was hit by something heavy, hard, and rough.

“AYAAAAHHH!” My screams echo through the sky. I ran out like a possessed man. Penetrating rain trails the home page even barefoot.

“Mutia! What's up, son?!”

The call stopped me. I turned towards the voice with a breaking cry. Mr. Nandar stood anxiously on his porch. He may be disturbed by my screams.

“Pak, my father, sir!”

“Your father why?!”

“Daddy accident!”

“What?!” Mr. Nandar followed by his wife who had just come out running towards me. A big umbrella shaded them.

“You're not kidding me, are you, Muti?!” Ms. Saida took the question part.

I shook my head with a fucked up face. “So the police called me. They say Dad is now in the hospital,” I said in a chat.

“Yes, Lord," said the two husbands. “Kalo so wait a minute. Take the car first. We go together!” Mr. Nandar ran into the house. It's like I'm the one that's being patrolled by Miss Saida. Lean in his arms.

A few moments later, the sound of the engine roar sounded. A white-car tub that Mr. Nandar used to pull his vegetables out of the garage then approached us.

“Come in!” bring Mr. Nandar.

Me and Ms. Saida got into it without waiting for anything, even in a wet shirt.

On the way, Ms. Saida kept hugging me. Some questions were thrown from Mr. Nandar's mouth and I answered with a makeshift sentence.

My feelings are so fucked up.

The feeling of regret and tightness clumped into a part that felt so painful.

I'm sorry I couldn't stop Dad from going to see Nandan. I'm sorry to tell Dad everything. I regret choosing to go home. And I'm sorry ..why do I have to know Nandan.

God ....

Busy with thoughts and hearts that are chaotic, not felt, the largest hospital building is the only one in our area, already looming in front of the eyes. Mr. Nandar turned his car to find a parking lot.

Got it already, we came out with wide steps towards the information section. After getting an answer, we sprinted towards the room where Dad was rushed by his helpers.

Upon arrival, two policemen were seen chatting in front of the two-leafed door behind him. Me, Ms. Saida and Mr. Nandar approached them in a hurry.

“What is the state of my father, Mr Police?!” ask me directly.

Both of them looked at me at the same time.

“Are you his son the father of an accident?” One of them asked.

I nodded quickly. ”Betul, Sir. I'm her Pearls. How is my father doing?” my ul can't wait.

Before the policeman answered, a man in a doctor uniform came out of the room. All of us here look at it in unison.

“Doctor!” call me as I approach him. “Where is my father?!”

With his attitude of resignation, accompanied by a little heavy breathing, he then said, “Begini, Son. Some parts of his spine were also broken. He is not yet conscious.”

For a moment I could not say. That doctor's explanation strand completely destroyed my world at once. I can't even support my own body. Falling down just like that with a roar of crying broke the silence of the night. “Daddy ..!”

Ms. Saida lowered her body and hugged me tightly. Even though it feels warm, it can not give me peace. “Patience, Nak.” He was crying too.

“We should do a lot. So that your father can get through his critical period as soon as possible.” Mr. Nandar suggested.

“That's right, dear,” timpal Bu Saida.

My ears caught the sound of the door closing, just after the doctor passed by from before us. I roared, letting go of how painful I felt right now.

Mr. Nandar and one cop tried to calm me down besides Ms. Saida.

Samar I heard the screams of Ms. Saida echo in my ears before it was all gone.

The rest .. I don't know.

...****...

“Dad!” I flinched while rising up aghast. The rolling sweat was hot through my temple. I was in a treatment room, on top of a hospital gurney.

Dad's shadow waving and then disappearing still looming in the eye patch.

“Honey! You realize?! What is sick?! Let me call the doctor?!”

My attention was stolen by that voice. The past glances aside at her who was now looking at me in an emergency on my right side. “Na-Nandan!” call me stammered. “Why are you here?” Surprised my voice asked.

The guy was silent. Fragile looking at me in deep sadness. “Sorry to me, Pearl," he said sounding weak. “It's all my fault.”

The words instantly made me realize. He just ended it all with me a few hours ago. I shut my mouth couldn't help but cry, and then as much as I could.

Nandan stood moving closer then hugged me in a standing and sideways position. “I'm sorry .. I beg you, I'm sorry.”

I thrashed asking to be released, not wanting to be hugged. He hurt me. I hate him!

“Go you! Go!” I threw him out with a hand push. Close to it only adds tightness to the chest.

At the same moment, the sound of the door opened. The figure of Bu Saida appeared after. Nandan's hug was torn off because of that.

“Mutia, you are aware, Son?” ask the woman worried.

I still nodded in tears. “Thank God, Darling.” He hugged me for a moment, let go, then said, “Pak Mukti is conscious. He wants to see you.”

“Truly, Mom?!” ask me with bright eyeballs.

“Iya, Son.”

I wiped my tears so I wouldn't see Dad. Nandan stood there sad as I brushed his hand away as he tried to help. I got off the gurney with Bu Saida's butt in the end.

With a step in his head still throbbing, I walked a little quickly to the room where Dad was being treated.

“Dad!” The first scream as my foot stepped on the doorstep of the room. I ran up to her again with a cry.

I hugged him in a bent position. Attaching my head slanted on his chest. “Finally Dad realized,” I said glad mixed with fear.

“Muti.” Wiry and weak, Father's voice called out to me.

I got up while wiping my tears. “Yes, Yah?”

My forehead frowned in confusion, while continuing to pay attention to the motion of Father's mouth that spoke in a disjointed tone behind the oxygen tube that covered his mouth.

Like the arrangement of numbers that I don't understand, so fucked up my feelings.

“It looks like it's a line of phone numbers!” Nandan suddenly cut. He pushed forward and stood beside me to approach Father. “Can Om repeat? Let me take notes on my phone now,” continued the guy while flicking his phone in front of the chest.

But before that, Nandan asked the doctor for a moment to release the oxygen tube in Dad's mouth to get clarity later. I rebuked, but the doctor allowed it later.

After the tube was removed, Father repeated the row of numbers with great difficulty and gasped for breath, Nandan noted it carefully. I really can't bear it. My heart stared at him like that.

“Muti, you call that number as soon as.”

That sentence was spoken by Dad. I nodded with tears of divorce.

“Daddy love you, Son!”

The final words escaped from his mouth, before finally returning unconscious.

I screamed hysterically. Dad fainted. And the doctor said he had to have an operation. Without a second thought I agreed to that. Without thinking about the cost or anything. What matters is that you can be healthy again.

For whatever reason, I don't want to lose him.