Fistfuls

Weak Unempowered

His steps were so heavy after seeing a beautiful face that now lay weak in a hospital cage with various lifetimes, powerless to step back, he said, though he had been very sure he wanted to meet the girl who controlled his heart, but why did it seem as if time stopped when he saw the face so clearly. It only takes a few steps, but it feels powerless.

He did not feel his tears escaped without permission, he rubbed the water violently, did not want to look weak in front of his idol, even though he knew that the beautiful girl would not be able to see his current state. Sighing repeatedly, trying to calm down to be able to continue the step.

One step

Two steps

Three steps, his cry broke as his footsteps were right next to the sweet girl who was now lying weak. He sat himself in a chair right beside the cage, wiping away the tears that kept escaping from the corner of his eyes. Touching the fingers that escaped from the infusion hose, then peeling it repeatedly hoping that the girl before him was immediately aware of his long sleep.

"We'd rather be LDRs than see you like this, I can't" he said.

Some time he was silent while bowing his face, regretting everything that happened to this girl, he felt that he was participating in this, even though there was actually no connection with her, for this is a calamity which we ourselves do not know when it will come.

"If only I could, it would be better for me to lie weakly in this place, than to see her sufferings like this." Her tears came back, unable to imagine how painful this girl must have been, in her subconscious she felt an excruciating pain.

"Wake up baby, I'm waiting for you. Aren't we getting married?" Indra stared fixedly at the beautiful face that now looks paler.

Indra stroked the peaceful face, occasionally he kissed the girl's forehead. Wiping the bandaged wound on the forehead gently. The longer he stared at the pale face made him unable to hold tightness in the chest, until finally he decided to get out of the ICU room.

Indra sat down in the waiting chair, bowing her face. His tears were still dripping, unable to see the beautiful face that could be cheerful now turned deathly pale full of wounds.

The pats on his back made him wipe the tears violently, then turn his head towards the person.

"Om sure the Gita will soon awaken, now we can only pray for her." It turned out that Om Renaldy who was sitting by his side, he nodded his head assuring Papa's words from his heart lover.

"Om, what exactly is going on?" indra asked, he was very curious about everything that happened to Gita and Riky which resulted in them getting injured even Gita to the point of coma like this.

"A calamity that we did not expect, when the incident Gita was asleep, could not avoid the impact on his head. While Riky he was able to get out of the car, that's what Om got from the witnesses at the scene" Renaldy explained.

Indra shook his head unable to imagine what happened to Gita and Riky.

"Doctors say, Gita could have a memory disorder, or some kind of mild amnesia. So, later if he is aware and does not remember you for example, do not be surprised. According to the doctor was only temporary, his memory will return over time," explanation Om Renaldy made Indra surprised, not expecting if the consequences of this disaster Gita could be lost memory.

Indra was increasingly unable to imagine if the girl woke up not remembering herself. Hopefully it's not like that, Gita human with the same condition as before she was in a coma, that's her hope.

"Lo just go home, Gita is safe with us here, I'm also waiting for Mama to come." Hafidz patted Indra's shoulder, which had been sitting quietly in front of the ICU room for two hours.

Since then Oma and Aunt Sita have been persuading to go home but the young man is still fluttering in his place regardless of the words of the two women. Hafidz had repeatedly persuaded him but the answer remained the same.

Hafidz sighed, he was confused about what to persuade Indra like, "Well, until Mama and Papi come, after that we go home, let them change here," break up Hafidz finally.

There was no response from the young man sitting next to him, no matter what Indra was thinking, Hafidz did not know. He is also worried about the Gita but not down like the current Indra.

Time almost stepped on midnight when the two married couples came in a hurry, looks a look of worry from the face of the two, let alone the face of the wife who had reddened like holding back tears.

"Mama" said Hafidz as she watched her mother rush towards them. The young man immediately hugged the body of the woman who had given birth to him. The mother's cry broke out in the arms of her beloved son.

"What happened to your sister? Why did it get like this?" asked the Mama in the middle of her crying, she did not know for sure about the condition of the Gita, because they deliberately did not tell her directly, so that Mama was not too worried, she was not worried, but the name of a mother will definitely worry about her child even though she was injured a little.

"Calm down Ma, Gita's a strong girl, I'm sure she'll wake up soon from her sleep" Hafidz isn't actually that strong, but she's trying to be strong in front of her.

"Mama wants to see your sister." Mama took off the hug, looking at the face of the son who looked just as worried.

Hafidz nodded, then led her to enter the ICU.

While Indra, seeing the arrival of the Papi he immediately greeted the middle-aged man, and got a hug from his Papi, an encouraging embrace given by the Papi.

"You too must take care of yourself, now go home. Tomorrow come back here again, tonight let Papi be the same Mama who takes care of Gita," said the Papi just like everyone who persuaded him to go home.

"This is a disaster, don't blame yourself," he added, because Papi already knew if Indra blamed himself for the disaster that happened to Gita, Riky had told him earlier by phone.

"We go home Ndra, Gita is safe with Papi and Mama," continued Hafidz who had just returned after dropping off the Mama.

"Yes, Papi will tell you anything about the state of the Gita." Papi patted his eldest son's shoulder at a glance, making Indra nod.

Eventually they both came out of the hospital, feeling the same worry and fear of something happening to the girl they both care about in different degrees. Their hope was the same, the girl immediately realized from her coma, and returned cheerful as ever.

While Riky, already back at Oma's house, with a little coercion from her cousin Erika, finally the young man wanted to go home Oma.

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**Maybe tomorrow can't go up, I'd like to finish writing on another platform. I think the Hafidz story I will write on other platforms that are equally free as well, you know. I'll let you know when I'm up. Thanks for everything.**

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