Feel Engineering

Year of Loss

Chapter 6 The Year of Loss

Japanes

Azka

Six months have passed since my mother asked me to come home and get married, I still feel at home living in Japan. I'm really excited about my job here in Japan. Recently one FPSO project where I as Project Manager successfully completed the project ahead of schedule. It is commonplace where the project is delayed. The master schedule agreed upon at the award is mostly just lip service only. Most manufacturing companies are so passionate about setting targets, but the reality is difficult to meet. As long as the tender is won, then set the strategy later.

Today the Delivery Ceremony will be celebrated in one of the star hotels in Tokyo. All of its more than 1,000 employees and their families were invited. The show is like family catering. Unfortunately, the same as me. Come alone, go home alone.

This time I was lined up as the best employee, it has been 2 years in a row this title pinned on my name. I'm quite popular in this industry, especially in Japan. My profile has been featured in local newspapers and magazines many times. Offer after offer comes to change. But I choose to survive, at least until now because the projects that are done in Mitsui is the dream of every Engineer in the field of shipping and oil and gas industry.

My phone rang, but I ignored it because of the busy greeting fellow employees Mitsui and also some colleagues of the company. Arguably, it's the star tonight. CEO mah passed by!

After arriving at the apartment, my phone opened, there were 10 missed calls from my father's number and 5 from my mother. The lyrics of the wall clock, there shows 11 pm, means it is only 9 pm in Jakarta.

I called back father, who picked up even mother.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Mother!" Sapaku.

"Wa'alaikum salam. Ka. hicks." Her crying broke.

"Mother, what's wrong? Mother why?" I began to panic to find the sound of the mother vibrating.

"Dad boy, daddy's in an accident." Answer mother terbatas.

My heart feels out of place. My body felt boneless.

"Innalillahi.ayah now how bun?" I tried to suppress my panic.

"Alhamdulillah, father survived, his condition is still critical. It's just, um Yudha and aunt Winny didn't make it, son." Again my cries broke.

About Yudha?

My body slipped instantly. I haven't apologized to him for his previous misunderstandings. Arrggghhh.. Why didn't I get a chance to apologize?

"Now my father will fly to Singapore with Caca, you and Aufar will follow directly to Singapore. Mommy can not come, you have to take care of the bodies of Yudha and Aunt Winny."

I immediately searched for the first flight to Singapore. Poor mother, surely he was very hit given the condition of the father who is still critical and both friends and close neighbors have gone home.

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Dea

He was climbing up the schafolding to climb onto the main deck of the Supply ship he was in-charge when his phone rang. The sun was hot from the western horizon there, although it was already 5 pm, but the crowbar light felt so smoldering.

Dea opened her gloves then reached into her warepack pocket. Call from mother Aya.

"Assalamu'alaikum, bun!" His half-screaming sap recalled the sound of steel friction with the welding machine controlling hearing.

"Wa'alaikum salam wr.wb. Dea dear, om Arga accident, now you immediately to RS well." Aya's mother's voice was so heavy that it was heard from back there. Dea just silently pegged for a moment, he remembered only about 30 minutes ago his mother called eagerly telling him that they had arrived in Jakarta after their trip from Singapore.

"Well, how are you, bun?" Ask lirih.

"They're being treated, now you're coming home. Mother wait!"

Mr. Robert the office driver was waiting for him and immediately took him to the Hospital. Dea galloped down the halls of the Hospital, several times he collided with Hospital staff and visitors but was ignored.

Arriving in the ICU room, from behind a large glass, he could see the condition of his mother and father was very alarming. Different types of hoses are attached to their bodies. Dea couldn't see it. He forced his way inside and finally the doctor allowed him.

"Mommy. papa!" The cry of Dea stuck in the esophagus. Her chest was so tight. The two bodies of the most beloved people in the world are lying weak. The sound of the monitor belongs to both of them is so gripping in his eardrum.

"Ma.. wake up!" He held tightly to his mother's hand, and then turned to look at the other face. "Pa, wake up pa! It's Dea. Please, Dea please, papa and mama wake up!" Dea's tears had already poured down her veil.

"Dea still needs mama and papa here, please, don't stay in Dea." Dea's wailing grew more and more bitter, Aya's mother who saw him took Dea into his arms.

"Well them, baby. Mom is your dad a strong man." Whispers amplify.

"Mama's the same papa, bun!"

"Yes, yes, baby. You calm down!"

Suddenly a weak call was heard from his mother, Dea and Mother Aya approached .

Mama looked fixedly with a weak look at Dea and then moved her neutrality to Aya's mother.

"Mba, I'm picking Dea. Love him, take care of him!" His words were stammering and very weak.

Aya's mother's tears had already flooded her face, she could only nod and hug Dea's shoulders tightly.

"Istighfar mba, say the word tawhid!" Mother Aya led mama, Dea was already unable to hold back her crying.

"Ma.. mama..don't gini, please! Please ma!!!" Dea half-shouts.

But it seemed as if fate was not on his side, at one time, two monitors sounded their long voice and revealed a flat line there.

"Mama! Papa!" Dea shook her mother's body and her papa alternately. Dea's body weakened and then darkened.

Can't God just put a little time off for her?

Is this real? Three losses in a year. Dea is not that strong, Lord!!!

"Dea! Dea, Istighfar son. Oh, my God, Dea!" Mother Aya tried to resuscitate the weakly drooping Dea in her arms. He rinsed Dea's nose with eucalyptus oil, until Dea finally regained consciousness.

Dea got up and again shook the body of his mother and father alternately.

"Dea, wake up son. Please, Dea must be strong!" Dea lost consciousness. The nurses and doctors helped her carry Dea out of the ICU while the other officers removed all the tools in her body.

Caca ran up to them with his panicked face, "Mother, this time critical father."

"Yes Allah.. Caca take care of Dea's sister, you look at me first."

"But, bun!"

"Please, Ca. Dea needs someone. You understand? heumm?" Look meaningfully at Caca. Finally Caca nodded and continued to wait for Dea to wake up.

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