Fall of Dream Pesantren (Move WRITE)

Dead Suri

Icha was waiting for Ammar at the hospital. Since Ammar was taken to the hospital, Icha and Halim have always been there, either to supervise or other affairs he did not know about. Icha fidgeting is not playing. His mind was fucked up not because of. Shadows about unexpected events haunted his mind.

This was the seventh day after Ammar realized a few minutes, precisely the tenth day after the fateful incident happened to him.

Last night. Yes, last night the doctor ruled that Ammar was gone. His heartbeat stopped and his pulse was no longer felt.

Icha didn't want those shadows in her mind to become a reality. He was so scared. He was very worried. The shadow he immediately threw away. He didn't want anything bad to happen to Ammar. He's not ready if all that happens.

Icha closed his eyes, sekhusyu’ maybe he prayed for the miracle of God on Ammar. He clasped Ammar's hand, not hinting at a pulse. Doctors had sentenced him to death, but for him Ammar was still alive. Time almost showed at two in the morning. The remains of her tears are still visible. His eyes were puffy because too many tears came out. He wiped away the remains of his tears using both of his palms.

Ammar's father and mother came home when they heard the news. They're preparing for Ammar's body. Doctors said Ammar could be brought home in the morning after the dawn prayers and the autopsy results came out.

Icha's attention to Ammar means a lot. Icha could not forget Ammar's help when he first met. There was a sense that stuck in his heart when he saw Ammar's courage against the pickpockets on the train at that time. While the other passengers were watching, Ammar proved that helping in Islam was not only a theory, but a practice. If one day the time comes, he is determined to express a feeling he has long since felt.

The lingering taste in Icha's heart slowly developed. From what was originally only small can hardly be felt, now he almost felt it every time he met Ammar. I don't know what's going on in his heart, he doesn't even know.

“Ammar ...” Weak whisper.

Icha unceasingly looked at Ammar, looking at him fixedly. Ammar's deathly pale face further added to the sadness in his heart. Both of Ammar's eyes were still closed with lips that had turned blue, perforating his empty space of anxiety. He longs for Ammar's cheerful face and humorous nature.

This is that taste. Who wants to fully accompany the lover. Who want to always support and pay attention when in need. Who always hangs himself on him. Which is empty if it's gone. Although not bound by flesh blood, the taste that first appeared when met makes Icha unable to turn away again.

It was impossible in Icha's mind to leave Ammar. There is not the slightest shadow of the present condition of Ammar. There's no way he could do all that. The one inside him, Ammar is still alive. He was still breathing and listening to his heart. Icha felt his concern for Ammar was not enough to repay the kindness Ammar had done to him. He wanted to pay attention to his angel.

“Ammar, I'm here. Be aware. I don't want our story to end so soon.”

But now Ammar can only lie unconscious in hospital. His tomb did not stop at all to not pray to Him for Ammar to return to the world. He is not sincere if Ammar goes first while his kindness has not been reciprocated. He wanted Ammar to go through the difficult times he had. He was eager to return to discuss religious issues related to science. It would be nice if he could look back at his beautiful face, his charming smile, his soothing eyes. How wonderful it all is. He wants all of that.

Love is giving of oneself unconditionally. Love will give life if demanded by the loved one, even before the loved one orders him to give his life. Love is like a bond so strong that everything bound by it will be willing to sacrifice everything. Love is limitless sacrifice. But it is because of sacrifice that one forgets himself. Love can also be blind.

“Ammar, wake. Plis, wake up for me.”

“I don't want to part this fast ...”.

How beautiful and wise it is when love and the loved are bound together in a close bond. Surely these bonds can break even strong steel chain bonds. The two will be together because they fill each other. The bond always has a dependency on one another.

Human nature is happy to love and be loved. However, one day there will come a time that man will be tested with what he loves. It might be with the loss of something he loves. Of course humans will be stunned when the series of fate tests it. Man must be observant so as not to be beguiled by love that can weaken him and master him so that he drowns in a sea of regret.

On that night, Icha understood from the incident that befell Ammar that love is not limited to looking at form and form. Not just meetings and sacrifices. According to him, love is not limited to what can be seen by the eyes, heard by the ears, and felt by the heart. Love is a process that is not only knowing, but also understanding. Not just looking at a glance, but observing in detail.

“Want once I kiss that lip, even if it's just for a second. For now, let me kiss your already cold forehead.” Whisper Icha slow.

Icha kissed Ammar's forehead for the last time.

When Icha was about to leave the room for the bathroom, she was suddenly startled by the movement of someone's hand. His blank look was instantaneous. He saw Ammar from the bottom to the top. Ammar slowly opened his eyes. Detectors showed that Ammar's heart was back on the move, although weak. Ammar clasped his hand as if he would not let him go.

“Ammar ..” Whisper Icha slowly. The crying broke again.

Ammar had a miracle.

“K-You who?” Ammar asked softly at Icha who was beside him.

Ammar's words, which were expected to be a cure for Icha's grief, now became an additional wound to his heart. He wept bitterly at what Ammar said.

“Why am I in the hospital. Who brought me here?”

Icha is still silent. Didn't expect Ammar to say that. His attention to his helper angel was now growing despite the contrary to his mood that was suffocated by the immeasurable sadness. He screamed for a doctor.

Time shows at four o'clock over thirty minutes. Azmy and Halim run and suddenly enter the ER room. Halim was staying at Azmy's house yesterday.

“What happened, Ma'am?” Azmy asked curious about Icha who was sobbing.

“Nknow. Ammar woke up and suddenly he forgot all”.

“Mas Ammar ...? I have realized ..?”

“Whose are you?”

Not playing Azmy's grief at the time. Sadly, her tears flowed from both eyes.

“I'm your sister, Mas. I'm Azmy.”

“Azmy who? Why should you cry, your face is not suitable for sadness?”

Azmy has been allowed to be outpatient since showing rapid progress when treated here. His left hand is still bandaged because his joints are still in the process of recovery. He who did not want to add to the burden of thought again, immediately ran out of the room.

“Why is he out? Why are you two crying?” Ammar asked with lips still turning blue.

“He's your sister, Why can you forget? He's your only brother. Your biological sister.” Icha's emotions are not under control.

“Sabar, Ma'am. Patience ..” Halim reminded her brother.

Ammar remained silent without a sound.

Her sister ..?

The only brother ..?

He remembers being an only child. His parents died a long time ago. He also remembered that he had been at his home in Jakarta. He also doesn't know where this is. Even though the woman in front of him explained at length what had happened to him, he was still dumbstruck not knowing.

Five minutes later, the doctor came with Ammar's father and mother. The doctor examined his condition. Ammar was astonished. The more that came, the more chaotic his memory was. In fact, he forgot to be born when and now at what age.

Ammar lost his memory.