Fall of Dream Pesantren (Move WRITE)

Azmy, Owner of the Angel Heart

Azmy opened his eyes, he saw his hands full of bandages. Mother and Halim fell asleep on a chair with their heads resting on their stomachs. He tried to move his legs, he couldn't. Only the pain he felt. His left hand is numb. He tried again, this time with even more energy hoping that his right hand could move.

“Ah..” Stimulants.

Azmy's voice makes Halim and Mom wake up. Mom immediately reminded Azmy.

“Do not move much first. Still not got by doctor.”

“This is where, Mom?”

“You're in the hospital. You were hit by a car when you came home from school.”

Azmy tried to recall what she was going through. The stronger he tried to rethink the accident, the more his head hurt. The shadow of a box-car haunting his mind. He did not know why it had to be a box car in his shadow. Slowly he collected a memory puzzle before he was hit by the run. Instead of being organized, the puzzle was a mess. He finally decided not to remember what happened to him.

“My left hand is hard to digerakin, why?” Ask Azmy.

“When it fell, your left hand became the focus. So, for a while do not be forced to make a motion first.” Mom stroked her youngest son's hair.

Halim has no power to see Azmy's condition now. Her tears always flowed every time she saw her friend lying helpless.

“You're here, Lim?”

“Iya, My. I came here with my brother. He is now in Mas Ammar”'s room

“Mas also here?”

“Iya, My. Your masmu is here.” Answer the delicate mother

“Now where is he, Bu?”

Actually I did not have the heart to tell Ammar's condition. I don't want to burden Azmy's mind by telling her about her brother. By looking at Azmy who was still weak and helpless, the mother did not want to burden her youngest child that heavier thought.

Mom looked into Azmy's hopeful eyes. I feel sorry if I don't tell her whereabouts. Mom finally gave up the situation. Mother's logic loses to her conscience. It turns out that the mother could no longer bear to see Azmy who would think about her brother why was suddenly in the hospital. Afraid of causing a bigger question mark, the mother decided to speak up.

“Your mom is in the next room. He's still in a coma.” Said Mother.

“Mas comma, Bu?” Azmy's voice was no less clear. His eyes were implying a deep sadness.

“Iya. You are patient. Maybe this is a family test.”

“Not what, Mom. If we can get through it, God will raise our family. God is All-Knowing of what will happen and all must have a silver lining.”

The feeling of Halim getting more and more, he did not expect Azmy would say that. Adult-minded at a critical time like this has become the hallmark of Azmy. There is no other way but to be patient.

I agree with Azmy's statement. There is no point in lamenting the sadness that is happening with another grief. Instead of being calmer, it becomes a burden on new minds. All that can be done is to try your hardest accompanied by prayer so that soon given healing. Of course, we must have positive thoughts about everything God has planned. The Lord does not sleep and watches over every one of His servants.

“Where's the father?”

“Your father equals Mas.”

Azmy and Ammar are both on the second floor of the hospital. Mom and Dad accidentally put them in the ICU room to get intensive care.

“ICU Room? Did you hear wrong?” Inner Azmy. But he believed there must be a guardian angel for his family.

Azmy felt that his body was very difficult to move, especially his left hand which did not feel anything. What he fears is not paralysis in some parts of the body, but he has not been able to benefit many people from parts that are now no longer felt, especially his left hand.

Right on the left side where Azmy was lying, there was a window that showed a large tree towering above the second floor where he was being treated. He thought, a fallen leaf never hates the wind that flies it, why do we as humans hate God who has designed this wise scene?

Azmy closed his eyes, praying that everything would be given safety and health in order to gather as before. Mother gently stroked Azmy's hair, did not have the heart to see her son who had just stepped on this adolescence should feel two heavy trials at a time.