
Chapter 8 Princess
Singapore
Azka
Azka flew from Tokyo at 10am and arrived at Changi Airport at around 5pm. He immediately boarded the MRT and got off at Orchard Rd Station. Just walk 3 minutes, he will arrive at Mount Elizabeth Hospital where his father is treated. Arriving at the Hospital lobby, he was picked up by Mr. Damar, one of his father's assistants in the office.
"Assalamu'alaikum mr. Damar. What father now?" His palm then reached out to shake the middle-aged man's hand.
They took long steps towards the elevator.
"Wa'alaikum salam, Alhamdulillah, you have passed the critical period. It's just still in a coma." Reply Mr. Damar tried to equate his steps with Azka's steps.
"Aufar has come?"
"Not sir, InsyaaAllah tomorrow morning if the plane is not delayed."
Azka was not talking anymore, she was now busy thinking about her father's condition. His father has a history of heart disease, so doctors in Jakarta suggested he was treated at Mount Elizabeth Hospital only because he had been doing treatment at the Hospital.
They entered the Royal Suite room where his father was treated, inside which was a special room for the waiter and also a room for guests who came to visit. But for a while they do not receive guests first except for family.
Aunty Lala and Oma Andini have already arrived from Korea, Aunt Lala married a Korean citizen so prefer domiciled there, while Oma also chose to live with Aunt Lala because she still has a 5-year-old child.
Azka kissed her oma hand and also her tant, Caca squandered in the arms of her eldest brother with a mouthful.
"Udah.udah.don't cry. I'm definitely cured." Her voice gently stroked the hijab of her beloved sister.
After the atmosphere calmed down, they started chatting lightly.
"When are you here, Ca?" Ask Azka to Caca.
"Not yet, bang. Look at Dea's condition first. Poor to be left alone."
"Yes, pity the boy. Must be very shaken at this moment." Oma said sad, however, Dea had also been considered like other favorite grandchildren.
Aunt Lala stroked the soft arm of Ora Andini, she understood how her mother's sadness saw her beloved son lying in a coma like this.
Azka grabs her phone and makes a video call to her mother.
"Assalamu'alaikum, bun."
"Wa'alaikum salam. Did you meet dad?"
"Udah, bun!" He answered while pointing his phone screen to where his father was lying.
"Somebody healthy?" Tanya was worried to see the face of her mother who was like carrying a heavy load.
"Good baby, you all take care of your health there. Don't hurt!"
"Yes mother, mother is also good there. Don't get sick either! Mother don't worry, we're here to look after you."
"Yes, later if the conditions here improve, mother will be there soon."
Azka and her mother ended the call when azan maghrib was heard clearly from behind her mobile phone. Azka really hopes everything is fine and her father recovers as before.
*****
Dea
Early in the morning greeting with a beautiful bird-sounding chirp, I sat in front of the window, took a chair from the dressing table and took her there. Remnants of dew still look wet on the leaves of the water guava tree that is right behind the room I occupy now.
Today is Sunday, exactly 3 days papa and mama are gone for good. I propped up my chin with both hands, keeping both my elbows on top of the window sills. I stared blankly ahead. Suddenly there were two hands gently stroking my shoulders from behind.
"What do you think?" Mother Aya stood beside me, also carrying her gaze out the window.
"I don't think about anything, bun." I answered without looking at him.
"Let's have breakfast, outside there's aunt Fira and bang Umar aunt Fira if you remember." He pulled my hand to stand up.
Bang Umar, of course I remember. His person was as annoying as bang Aufar. But attention too, is good as well as the original. But Caca hates him. Unknowingly I published a small smile on my lips, recalling Caca's story of bang Umar who accidentally met in the mall while Caca was walking with her male friend. Caca was immediately dragged home, no excuse me or anything. Sampe Caca threatened to be reported to om and mother. His people are very protective.
Me and Aya's mother headed for the dining room. Aunt Fira greeted me and gave me a warm hug.
"Morning brother!" I try to give you the best smile I can right now.
"The prettier is princess brother, but evil, it's been 6 months in Jakarta but never heard." Protests bang Umar to me.
"I asked Bara at the office, he said his brother studied in Jogja."
"He he. yeah, I forgot." He answered while scratching his non-itchy nape.
"Udah, let's eat first, then the nostalgia." My mother interrupted our conversation.
"It's the same with Umar, later if Caca, Aufar and Azka have been on the back, already don't love how ramen they are." Said aunt Fira spirit.
"Oh No, don't make it happen, I don't want to see the Azka Azka." My mind is refusing hard.
After breakfast, me and bang Umar spent time telling stories together in the back garden swing chair. Even though the morning sun was starting to rise, many shady trees that blocked the sunlight touched us.
Bang Umar looked very mature, polite and nurturing. Some advice continued he hummed so that I did not fall and dissolve in sadness. I feel lucky to be surrounded by good people around me.
"If you need anything, never say the same brother. My brother will always try. You know if you've always thought you were like your own sister?"
"Yes.iya.. Dea tau. Don't worry, Dea is strong." I said as I raised one hand firmly clenched.
Until you distract us give me his phone.
"Aufars!"
*****
Singapore
Aufars
The long journey from Frankfurt to Singapore which took almost 24 hours made me quite tired. I arrived at the Hospital and only found Azka bang and Damar sir.
"Where are the others?"
"I told them to stay at the York Hotel, pity oma and aunt Lala, where bring little Nara." He answered with a tired and sleepy face.
I justify the decision of the Azka bang, oma is very old to wait for father here.
"How's dad progressing?" I asked after cleaning my body in the bathroom and getting ready for bed.
"There has been no significant development." Bang Azka sighed softly, the burden was now on her shoulders as the eldest child.
I no longer want to discuss about the condition of the father at this time, remembered the mother who was still in Jakarta. I took my phone out of my little bag and made a video call.
"Assalamu'alaikum."
"Wa'alaikum greetings. Mommy healthy? Which dea?" Manydu.
"Thank God, it's the same Umar in the back garden." Answer me while walking towards the back garden.
"Aufars!" The mother said my name and her phone showed a pale Dea face and her eyes looked swollen.
"Hello to Aufar! When's brother coming home? Dea kangen is my brother." Her smile revealed her sweet dimples on the left side of her cheeks.
"Wish soon, brother will go home to propose his favorite beautiful adek bang Aufar!" I answered the spirit while glancing at the Azka bang that seemed unperturbed and cool to play the phone.
"Assseeeeekkk." Shouted bang Umar stove.
"Iihhh.. brother what the hell, want to be accompanied by the sweet beauty who lives at the end of the complex? What about now?" Ah, she reminded me of Caca's friend whom I used to bully.
"Dad that's it, still unconscious. That's the guy!" I changed the camera mode of my phone to show my father lying there. Intentionally his camera also set on the Azka bang which only recorded his back. I know he pretended not to hear, he saved a headset that was attached to his ear.
"Yes, you rest now, you must be tired, right? Frankfurt Singapore is a long way away."
"Okay, are you all right there? Don't want to talk to Azka first? This is the guy there." Instantly, Dea's facial features turned tense. Dea just kept silent not answering. "Okay, brother close up. Greetings to Umar and mother. Assalamu'alaikum."
I ended my call and went back to lying down. Poor Dea, the test she had was very heavy. At a time like this, I feel very lucky, there are parents who are still complete, there are oma, aunt Lala, Caca and bang Azka. While Dea is kara. It was fitting that the mother chose to stay with Dea there, leaving her soulmate lying far from her side.
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