In Her Eyes, That Girl Is An Angel

Episode 2

☆ 22 October ☆

Since yesterday, at the Laboratory, while we were working and also while taking a break, I kept watching the girl, my sister's wife. That said, I'm even more focused on paying attention to him than our project, like this morning. But there was nothing special, he looked like normal, with some small oddity - which had indeed appeared since he left with Big Brother that time.

I started to feel like a joke. Look, if I finally find out that nothing's going on - and hopefully it's like that - I'm going to stick their heads as hard as I can, because it's been a success to make me curious. If necessary, I will show them my notes in this little book, just be careful if they laugh at me.

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☆ 23 October ☆

This morning, the girl looked pale again. It even looked dazed a few times, as if it was about to lose consciousness. It was actually not very visible either, as he covered it with that bright smile. His face again looked not so good, but his eyes still shone the spirit. Did he come back late last night, less rest? Ah really, why hasn't he cared so much about 'resting' lately'?!

I didn't tell my brother about it. He's going to Singapore and maybe he'll be back tomorrow. Sure enough, I will have Big Brother cancel his entire schedule, and in a hurry accompanied by his panicked face, he will return here with a Private Jet Plane, he said, dragged the girl to the Hospital full of anxiety. That is how big brother is. I can already read it.

I can even remember his expression, when a year ago he heard the news that the plane on Aisyah had an accident. He tried to keep looking as usual, even though the TV in his office continued to be let on, showing the latest news about the plane crash. Since when did he have time to watch TV in his office?! He even asked me, many times instead, did you not send some planes to see the situation and save the victims? I didn't even work at the 'Human Welfare Center In the Air' or the 'Most News Service Center From the Air', why did he ask me?!

But after I think about it, maybe Big Brother won't act that bad right now. My sister has been weird for a while. Just as strange as that girl. So maybe Brother's response won't be as possessive as that. Should I just tell you, brother? Ah, but still, it's not a good idea, no matter how weird Big Brother and girl are.

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☆ 24 October ☆

Today, I regret having intended to pin the head of my brother and best friend if it turns out I just misunderstood. Really, I'd rather misunderstand than see that girl sick.

Last morning, like yesterday, he didn't look well. We all asked him if he shouldn't rest first. Well, even in our hearts we hope he will come to work. This project has a low success rate, so the presence of each of us is very much in need. And of course Aisyah was aware of that fact, so she refused to be absent. He said the condition of his body is not that bad, still able to keep working.

During the first four hours, his condition seemed to start to improve. It made us calm, including me. But even so, in the fifth hour, during our break time, I still intended to stalk him. What kind of exhaustion could appear and leave at will?! It feels foreign to me. So, I quietly followed him.

To be honest, today was the first time I had stalked someone. I really feel guilty doing it. In the Department where our Laboratory is located, it is very famous for its people who are very busy and do not have time to interfere in the affairs of others. So do we. But that time was different. Actually just to satisfy my curiosity, but because of that I 'breached' the rules and customs not written in the Department.

But the little book, I really don't know, what I'm doing following her today is something I'm going to regret in the future, or I'm even going to thank her. I followed Aisyah until she decided to sit on one of the chairs in the quiet garden behind our Laboratory. The atmosphere there is so calm. No one, not even the sound of a breeze hitting the leaves was clear. And you know what he did there?

He closed his eyes, slowly looking down until his face was barely visible. His hand clutched his chest. So strong, that I - who was behind the wall - saw clearly his fingernails turning white. The atmosphere of the garden was very quiet at the time, I could even hear her molars pressing against each other. His face flushed for a moment, and then he breathed. Slowly, so carefully. Does he look like he is in pain?

Seeing it like that, my eyes glazed over. My heart was pounding, shocked and scared. I've never seen Aisyah like that, never seen her in such pain. His physique had been so strong, it almost never hurt. At least a few times tired, fever, or when he had an attempted murder. That kind of thing is so foreign to my eyes.

Moments looked so painful, finally the grip of his hand loosened. His eyes opened slowly. His breathing also began to return to normal. She wiped her tears, her eyes were sad. A moment later turned his head to the sky, sighing weakly.

"Rabbi.. Thank you for still allowing me to feel pain. Thank you.."

That's what my best friend is draining. With such circumstances, that was how he treated himself. That's how he entertains himself. That's how he expresses his pain.

Little book..heard the sentence, I don't think I could afford to keep a secret watching him. Afraid he heard my heartbeat, afraid he heard my sobs. Afraid to see himself in pain. I quickly walked away from the place, rushing back into the Lab Room.

Actually, I don't know if what I'm doing is right. Was I supposed to ask him what he was sick? I'm really afraid I'm gonna regret something I didn't do for her today.

Last night Brother called, asking me if she was okay. I told her that the girl was fine, laughing cheerfully with us as usual. I didn't tell him at all that the girl yesterday looked pale, didn't want to worry him. Big Brother was very relieved, saying about if he was doing well like that, Big Brother will go straight to Jordan this morning, no need to go home first. And I'm really sorry.

Once I got home from work until now, I kept trying to contact my brother, but his phone was not active. Maybe he was very busy with his work, with a feeling of relief because the girl was fine. Maybe he really believes that his girlfriend is completely healed.

Brother. forgive me. I'm really sorry I wasn't honest with you yesterday. Now how should I? I'm really afraid he's okay. I'm afraid this is something you should know, but I didn't tell you. Brother... did I make a big mistake?

Today I remembered something. Three years ago, the beginning of our meeting, the beginning of our struggle with eight of us, he once told me. The story goes by, not so we remember. Yes, that girl Big sister, the girl you love told me about her pain, told me about the reason she wanted to be a doctor. One of the reasons for studying medicine is because of the pain he felt since childhood. A very stabbing pain in the bones of his chest, which no matter how much he told me about it, the people around him no one took him seriously.

Brother, I forgot his words right after he told me that day. It was just a story in passing, he never brought it up again. But today, seeing her in so much pain like that, I thought back. Supposedly, if he never brought it up again, it means he never felt the pain again, right? That should mean he's healed. This shouldn't have been the pain he was telling me about back then, just fatigue.

Sister...for a girl as strong as herself, she would be fine, wouldn't she?

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