Cracked Pearls

Fate Line

Nandan was still by my side until the morning of noon today. We sat side by side in rows of waiting chairs, right in front of the door of the room where Dad was being cared for. While Pak Nandar and Bu Saida chose to go home first to at least rest and take care of some of their interests before returning here again, he said.

I can't keep bothering them more. Even though it was deep down, to be honest, I wanted the two people to remain by my side. Unfortunately, I cannot be selfish. They have lives that are neither in my domain nor in my father's.

For now, enough Nandan to accompany me. Although in fact our situation is not very good.

The guilt he said over and over . I don't want to care.

Even the feeling of disappointment due to the chaos of our relationship, covered by the lying of father in this hospital bed.

Even so, his presence was quite helpful. I didn't bring a cell phone when I went here. And Nandan's phone is pretty handy for the emergency situation that Dad and I need.

The number that I mentioned last night, we called through Nandan's phone. I haven't had a chance to ask what the name of the man in the phone line is, but the man said he would rush to this place, he said, shortly after I recounted Dad's critical state and mentioned that I was his son at the end of the conversation.

And now that I know, it turns out that person is Om Krishna. Father's childhood friend who at least twice came to our house, when I was in Junior High School uniform.

At the moment Om Krishna is in Dad's room. He managed to break through and force the doctor to enter the room, even in the minute he had just arrived with a breath of breath in this place. Jakarta - Bandung trip is not close. But Om Krishna could arrive in just two hours from the distance I contacted him.

The doctor said Dad had opened his eyes again, and was talking to Om Krishna. The operation will be carried out this afternoon. I want to talk a lot before the risky act is done. But it seems like Dad's conversation with his little best friend is inviolable. I had to wait.

“I'm out for a minute.” Nandan stood up. My shoulders are lightly rubbed.

I looked up for a moment, he was smiling looking down at me. Not wanting to be trapped, I quickly returned to throw away my face.

“Do not go back again. You go home. Mami Papi you must be worried nyariin.” I returned the sniffle without looking at him in the slightest. “And thank you, you want to nemenin me,”.

It sounded heavy, the breath Nandan exhaled. One move, he had already crouched down in front of me with one knee touching the floor. Both of his palms grabbed the pairs of hands that rolled in the bernarian. He looked straight up at me full of guilt.

I can't not care. I looked back at that sweet face with a bitter feeling. There were dark circles around his eyes. He's obviously not as sleepy as I am.

“Dad you managed to find me shortly before my motorbike went to the home page,” said Nandan began to tell stories. “In addition to cursing, Om Mukti also smack my cheek once. And you know what he said?”

My tears have come down without me preventing them. Flowing represents a feeling I cannot express into words. I fell silent without drowning or nodding, other than my shoulders shaking with tears.

“Daddy you said ...” Nandan paused for a moment. A bitter smile fell on his lips. “.... A man will fight for whatever he wants and he loves, no matter how strong the mines are.”

After revealing that, Nandan lowered his face. The back of my hand was deep and long. The shock of his body signaled he was starting to cry at this moment.

“Dad you made me realize .. if I am not called a man. Moreover, by foolishly loving you-daughter a man as tough as Om Mukti. I'm too weak.”

There's no word I can say. This reality feels pressing. My world was completely turned upside down in just a matter of hours.

Nandan got up, pulled my hand to stand up, then buried my head in his chest. He hugged me back. This time I didn't fight. I even hugged him. Like this is our final chance to do it as two people who once loved each other. I don't know why that assumption just falls on my mind and heart.

“I'm sorry, Mut. Because I'm your father to this extent.”

Until finally our drama was interrupted by the sound of footsteps like people running from the direction of the right corridor. Makes my arms and Nandan get hurt by it.

It turned out that they were doctors and nurses who from the beginning dealt with Dad.

“What's the doctor?!” I asked to intercept, before the two men entered the room.

“Nurse call in Mr. Mukti's room reads, Miss Mutia. Looks like something happened to your dad.”

The nurse's description made my body tremble uncontrollably. “What's the same with my father, Sister?!” I asked with a sense of surprise mixed with crying. Anxious lunging at me shamelessly.

“Because of that, we have to quickly log in to check.”

Damn, that nurse was holding me back when I wanted to come in with them. Even Om Krishna was also expelled from it a moment later..

“What's the same Dad, Om?!” ask the man my panic.

“So your father had a seizure.”

The short answer Om Krishna just makes me more chaotic. I roared down and sat limply on the floor. Crying out loud as if time was lashing out at me with millions of punishments.

What's my fault, God?

Gegas Nandan lowered his body and hugged me back. “Pattern, Mut. Your dad will be fine.”

“Iya, Muti. Muti's better pray, so that Muti's father can pass all these exams.” Krishna added.

I don't give a shit. I guess it's just chaos as if there's no end.

Thirty minutes later, the doctor came out of the room.

“How, Doctor?!” Om Krishna asked quickly, ahead of me.

I who still felt my body weak, rose from my seat swept by Nandan through the embrace on the shoulder.

The doctor opened the glasses which he then grasped the object in the clap of his fingers. His pair of eyes turned to Om Krishna and then looked at me. “Excuse us, Miss Pearl. We've been trying. Mr. Mukti can't be saved.”

The thunderbolt hit my heart. For a moment I was caught in silence. While my pair of eyes are breaking. That word felt familiar to my ears. I've heard a lot in a lot of movies I've seen.

“You mean, Doctor? Can you say more clearly?” Nandan took a tanya. Om Krishna ran into the room a while ago.

The doctor looked like he was breathing a long breath. Using the glasses back, then base the information, “Forcuse us, Mr. Mukti is dead.”