I'm Not a Wild Grass

Conscious Nunik (POV Laila)

Tinininiite...

My laughter with Papa, Mama and Erlan died down, when I heard my phone ringing. As soon as I saw the caller's name, my mind just went straight to the phone line I was going to do this.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Mother.What's wrong?" Ask Ms. Hajah Mariyah, Nunik's mother.

"'wa'alaikum hail warohmatullah.. Laila's.. Son, thank God Nunik is conscious!" Said Mrs Hajah from across the phone.

"Well?!! Really Bun?! Nunik is really conscious?!" I repeated Nunik's mother's statement.

Instantly, the laughter of the people around me instantly extinguished. I realize everything is focused on me now.

"Yes, Son. Praise be to Allah the power. This is san Nunik nanyain Nak Laila. So, can you come over here, son?" Ask Bu Hajah as I heard.

"Alhamdulillah.but Nunik is healthy, right, Bun? She doesn't hurt anything?" Ask me, want to ensure Nunik's health.

"Alhamdulillah.was fitting he realized also directly in check up again the same doctor. The results are good."

"Thank God!!" I could stand the crying that was about to spill back. While I gave an appointment to visit Nunik immediately to Bu Hajah.

"Laila get there right now yeah, Bund!" My words are precarious.

"Later if Nak Laila has arrived in the lobby, bell Mother only yes, son. Let's change Mother down. You see, the clock is actually closed," advised Bu Hajah Mariyah.

"Yes, Mother. If so, Laila hang up the phone, Mother. Thanks.."

"Together, Son. Mother who thanks you so much. Assalamu'alaikum!"

"Wa'alaikum salam warohmatullah.."

As soon as the phone connection was cut off, I immediately turned to Erlan. But I haven't spoken yet, Erlan said first.

"Suscious nunik. You want to look at him now, right?" Erlan.

"Yes. It's okay, right?" Ask me for permission.

"It's okay. But is the clock still open?"

"Later change the same care Mother. Mama and Papa?" I turned to look at Mama and also Papa.

"You go first, son. Mama may just visit Nunik tomorrow," said Mama Mutia.

"Be careful, Nsk Erlan, Laila," Papa added.

"Yes. If that's how Lail goes first then all. Asalaamu'alaikum!"

"Wa'alaikum salam warohmatullah.."

Laila and Erlan walked back to where their car was parked. That time showed at half-six in the afternoon passing by. Just a few minutes later ssja adzan maghrib will reverberate.

Erlan drives her car as soon as she can. Especially when Laila constantly told him to mention.

"Where can speed, Yang. This is the path is solid again. You have patience. The important thing is that we fit in there safely, right" Erlan said.

"Hhh. I can't wait to meet Nunik, Yang. If I may even want to say hello to him after he could meet you soon!" I guess I'm honest.

"Eh! Don't be, Yang! Poor is the Nunik. Habits like to grumble.."

Erlan's last sentence, he said with a slow mutter.

"What did you say?" Ask me in a threatening tone.

"Err. What did you say, Yang?" Erlan asked pretending to be innocent.

'Damf. Gravely. I don't think I heard what he said!' my grouse in my heart.

"Yes. I want to omelin it's Nunik. Her tega-tega she made me worry about the fog!" My dumel repeats itself.

"Hhh. It's up to you, Yang. I am the idea.."

"The idem? You mean follow me?"

"Yes. By the way, we don't bring anything nengokin Nunik?"

"No need. Ribet. Later tomorrow-tomorrow if we want to look again tuh just bring and deh."

And our journey continued smoothly until we arrived at the hospital.

When we arrived, it was fitting to hear the humming of adzan maghrib who met throughout the city of B.

"If so, I pray first yes, Yang, in the mosque. When it's finished, bell. Ok?" said Erlan later.

"Yes, Yang."

I then gave Ms. Hajah Mariyah's mobile number. Only then took turns to take care of Nunik's mother.

"Thank you, son, you've come here in a hurry" said Mrs Hajah.

"Yes, Mother. The nunik's still literate?" Ask me.

"still. Mother also wants to pray first, son. You again M?" Ask Bu Hajah.

"Lail is no longer M, Bun. But already. Mother used to pray. Later change his prayer."

"Yes already. Titip Nunik yes, son. Aryo was also back at the mushola. So Nunik was alone upstairs. Maybe half an hour later the new clock was opened" said Bu Hajah.

"Yes, Mother."

I headed straight to the 2nd floor, where Nunik is currently being treated.

Arriving there..

I found Nunik eating in his room.

As soon as I stepped foot into the room, I immediately shouted my best friend's name while half running.

"Nunion!!"

I hugged Nunik who hurriedly put the bowl of porridge he was eating on the nightstand. And he returned my embrace.

"Brake.."

"Evil! Tega you, Nun! Wear a coma-and-coma event! Make people worry!" Omel I was outspoken to Nunik.

I felt Nunik's hand pat me slowly over and over again. And when I didn't hear Nunik's voice speak, I took off my arms.

I looked at the face of Nunik who looked back at me fixedly.

"You're mute or what the hell, Nun? How quiet is that?" Ask me then.

Nunik can be seen sighing for a moment. Then he said, "hhh. Just remember something. It's been a long time since we've met, huh, il?"

"Non? You are a bit strange. Are you still sick?" Ask me honestly.

Indeed, I observed something different from Nunik. He seemed more quiet than before. After all, I caught a different look in Nunik's eyes towards me. Like. hoping?

"It's okay. Nun is better."

"Don't lie to me! But how come you're so kind of quiet?" Tanya I still insist.

After some time, Nunik finally answered my question.

"After giving birth, Nun did not realize that Nun was sleeping for a long time. A week, il?"

"Yes! and not sleep, Nun! Except coma!" I corrected Nunik's words.

"Yes, coma. Though Nun really feels his kayak again sleep aja, il. Maybe just a little too late, huh?" nunik said with a faint smile.

"Continue?" ask me impatiently.

"Keep in Nun's sleep, Nun dreams. Her dreams feel real, il. Know-know Nun is in a large park and very indaahhh. Everything is green and clear and shiny. Nun almost thought that Nun was in heaven again right then and there."

deg.

For some reason, hearing Nunik's story, my hair just brushed. In silence, I saw Nunik's conversation related to the long dream he experienced.

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