HUDDLES

What Is It Actually I'm Sick? Part 1's

My gaze was blank, looking far away towards another dimension, which I did not know what dimension it was, my mind was trying to guess hell, but something was trying to block me. Something was invisible, something like a shadow.

Once again, I tried to focus on listening to what the Lecturer explained in front of me. But suddenly I became unfocused.my mind floated as if through space looking for a gap in an answer.

the voice of the Lecturer explained the recovery material in the classroom.Now what I heard turned into whispers that I could not understand. The whisper seemed to teach me to dissolve in fantasy. My mind was like being diverted into a different dimension of space.which made me want to reach it more deeply but not until.

The day was getting late, the morning sun that was previously cool now turned out to be alarming.Make the student in the class, looked worried. They seem to be flicking through books.

He saw many times the watches they wore. Hope time passes quickly and want the lecture to be over soon.

Meanwhile, the Lecturer is still cool with the explanation of lecture material.when the Lecturer has stopped explaining and sits in his chair. That means the recovery is over.

Sontak the student students flurried out as if to be free from the entanglement of suffering.Morning class by noon is really unpleasant.the space is narrow, narrow, and the room is not, make the room feel hot to make not feel at home anyone who is in it.

Actually I want to linger long enjoy the atmosphere of the class like this. not just because I want to listen to lectures. It's just, like I haven't felt this kind of class.

Nothing else and not because it has been three weeks I was lying in the hospital and in the room alone.

Yeah, three weeks ago, I had to be hospitalized. lying in the hospital wasn't pleasant, the smell of drugs made me dizzy. The quiet atmosphere of the hospital haunted me for days.

I often go in and out of the hospital. I had to obey Mama's will. And if I refuse, then Mama will be ready to nag, advise, scold me. But it is a form of affection mama.

Actually I do not want to be hospitalized for too long, because I feel sorry for Mama who had to keep me in the hospital, even though she had to work.

it has been 2 years, fate requires mama to replace the role of a father to make a living, now you have to take full responsibility as the head of the family.

My father had died about 2 years ago.my papa died of a strange and rare disease.

At that time, I became the most unfortunate human being.I felt endless sadness.

how no? when I was about to break up with my High School friends, exactly 2 days before my father said goodbye first.

With great constancy, I remained present at the farewell event.I ceaselessly my eyes filled with tears, yes for other friends it was tears for his beloved High School friends. separated for a while, but still have a long time, to be able to meet again later.

But for me, it was tears for my papa.

If you get me everyday, maybe you'll think I'm okay, right? but I'm actually very ill.

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