CURTAINS OF THE PAST

UNCONSCIOUS

Not only did I fall, but I'm already falling. Maybe I should have given up from the beginning, so that I wouldn't feel any pain, this sick. But my heart is wrong, continues to force its will to accept the word love that only comes out of your nonsense.

Morning brought me to the reality, that you are just a temporary debate that will make it difficult to accept the word love again.

But Antoni Zulherman, why does the expression of your feelings feel real sound in my ears?.

I want to close my ears, close my eyes and accept you, even though I know you're a love villain. But I didn't have any pride after that. Let this miss while hurting my feelings, rather than me having to pretend that I'm okay.

Iffah woke up when the echo of Adzan shubuh looked on, a drizzling sound still muffled on their protective roof inside the house.

“Rain deck, so priest sister only yes at home.” Pinta Iffah to Ghali while presenting two prayer mats in the living room of his house.

“Good sister.” Sahut Ghali while taking a position in front of Iffah.

They both prayed so solemnly before the Khaliq, the Creator of the World and Its Seisi. The chanting of the verse that Ghali recited cut off the instincts that heard it. Ghali's voice is so sweet that it recites the holy verses in his prayer.

After praying, Iffah custom to breathe clean morning air before city pollution spread to the area where he lived. He opened the door of his house slowly while he breathed out the words basmallah.

“Ghaliiii.” Iffah was suffocated as she stared at the scene that shocked her.

Both hands of Iffah covered his mouth that had been agape, his eyes rounded instantly.

“What's sister?” Ghali ran from inside the house worried that something might happen to her brother. “Pak Antoni..” Ghali's eyes were rounded when he found Toni lying unconscious there.

The minimalist canopy terrace house was not able to protect Toni from the rain that soaked him.

“Yaa Allah, brother. Looks like Mr. Antoni didn't come home from last night.” Ghali said as he approached Toni who was lying pale and soaking wet. His burly hands crossed his chest. Toni looks with a curled position to withstand the cold.

Ghali lifted Toni's body and tried to break her inside. “Kak, please blanket. Get me a thick Ghali shirt and make warm tea.” Pinta Ghali with a trembling body for fear of seeing Toni's condition.

As with Iffah, he seemed lost in reason and confused to have to work on Ghali's orders that were only faintly heard by his ears. Her tears were pouring out profusely.

“Kak... Blanket,” Ghali's birthday back.

Iffah ran to her room, and took her fairly thick and warm blanket.

“Kak, please get me my thick shirt and pants.” Pinta Ghali is trying to calm down. He knew that the situation at that time was all he could hope for.

And at that moment, Iffah expressed her anxious feelings to the figure of the man lying weakly before her.

While Iffah was looking for clothes in Ghali's room, Ghali stripped all of Toni's wet clothes from under the millik Iffah's thick blanket.

“Kak, Please make tea.” Pinta Ghali again.

After Ghali put his shirt on Toni's body, Ghali tried to give CPR. Repeatedly rubbed Toni's palms in turn. But all his efforts did not show results, Toni still remained in silence.

“Kak Iffah, this all does not work at all. Ghali was afraid something bad happened to Mr. Antoni.” Ghali was getting more anxious.

“Then we have to what deck?” Iffah asked much more frantically then.

“We must take Mr. Antoni to the Hospital immediately, Brother. Brother don't worry yes, sister take sister's phone to contact her family.” Ghali's orders are trying as quietly as possible.

Iffah immediately ran to pick up his cell phone in the room, and then helped Ghali get the man he loved to go to Toni's car parked from last night in front of his house.

Iffah's tears were unceasingly flowing from his eyes that were again starting to moisten.

“I'm sorry, Antoni. Sorry, I'm sorry. I was wrong, I was wrong. I promise, I will listen to whatever I should hear from you. I promise, as long as you wake up.” Pinta Iffah many times in the back seat of the car. Iffah held onto Toni's head which was drooping weakly and helplessly at that moment. She was unceasingly crying and regretting her mistake.

Ghali continued to glance back to ensure the development of Toni's condition. He regretted his stubbornness last night that made Toni that way.

Just as Toni listened to her story about Iffah's past, she should have done the same. Listening to Toni's past stories is too complicated. But she is selfish for thinking about her brother's hurt feelings, and doesn't think that Toni has feelings either.

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