
"It's time I forgot you"
It's dark, that's how I feel right now. I faintly saw a woman in a white uniform standing by me. I closed my eyes to focus my eyes.
I stared at the woman in the white uniform. It seemed that he was getting closer, getting closer.
"Mbak is conscious? "
I looked at the young lady next to me who I could confirm was a nurse. The smell of drugs disturbed my sense of smell, I realized that I was in the hospital.
I was about to step out of the gurney, but the pain in my head grew. The nurse told me to lie down.
"Bak rest first yes .. let his condition recover. Later if it is healed, can not go home" he said gently.
"Why am I here? " myrow.
"Mbak was out of the accident" he said, I was surprised to hear the statement. Until I thought about the woman I was with. Brother Bela!
"Where is Bela? "tanyaku.
"He's in the room next door"
"Take me into the room"
"But mbak ... "
"Please drop me off"
I helped the nurse to the room of sister bela. I was fixated on staring at the state of the martial brother who was lying weakly on top of the brangkar. With an infusion tube stuck in the hand and oxygen that helps him breathe. I slowly approached her clasping tightly in her hand regretting the incident that had just happened. To make Bela's sister like this.
"Sorry brother I made Bela like this "
I sobbed beside the gurney.
For some reason until now Bela has not opened her eyes. I was confused who to contact, while his family was busy outside the city. If I tell him I'm afraid his family's worried about him. If not, I am afraid of sinning. Oh my god please servant.
Until now there has been no progress. I kept holding her hand tight. And unconsciously I fell asleep with that hand.
I don't know how long I slept, until I started squirming when I got a touch on my head. I looked up at that hand.
"Smartial brother! Brother is conscious? "manyway panicked. He just smiled.
"Why are your eyes swollen? You're crying out? "ask with a bit of a witty.
"No way .. sorry brother because I'm a brother like this "i said while looking down.
"No papa .. anyways this is not your fault"
"Don't you want me to call her parents or who? "
"Call Sharif only ."
My eyes are perfectly rounded at a time like this he told me to call his sister instead? An unpleasant feeling enveloped my mind.
"But brother, isn't he in Jogja? "many of me was a little evasive.
"Please call him and tell him to come here" he said.
"Alright" I immediately picked up the phone and stepped out.
I hesitated to call him this time. How do I start? I never talked to him. But I had to do it for Bela's sake.
I pressed the call button on my contact Sharif. There was a sound of waiting. I was really nervous this time. How not? The person I called was someone I admired. The waiting tone stopped, exactly he had picked up my phone. Oh my god how is this?
"Assynogaic"
He was talking but I still couldn't believe it.
"hello Zah ... Zah what's up? "ask.
The second speech awakened my daydream.
"Eh.. Walaikumsalam sis "my words are a little stammered.
"Sister is still in college? "tanyaku.
"What's the holiday? " I gulped a rough saliva it's hard to explain everything.
"Sir Bela is in the hospital
tell brother here "my word is lethargic.
"Astagfirullah why? I have been there! Assalamualaikum "say the word while closing the phone.
I closed it and went back into Bela's room. I looked at him lying weak, stupidly I made my loved ones suffer. Can't I make them happy? I keep on cursing myself.
I continued to hold her hand tightly, trying to give her strength even though it would never change everything. Somehow brother Syarif has not come yet, please come maybe your presence will reduce my sadness a little.
I continued to pray in my heart for his recovery, even though my head felt heavy but not comparable to what Bela felt.
I stared at the door of the room with no sign of her presence. Maybe because the distance between the city of Bandung and Jogja is quite far so it will be long to get here. I sent the location of the hospital where Bela's sister was treated to him. Hope you get here quickly.
KreKK....
The sound of the door opening revealed a tall man. He started to come closer, I immediately shook off my tears. She fixedly looked at me as soon as I stood looking at her meaningfully.
"Assalamualaikum "said.
"Vaalaikumsalam. Have you come?"
I don't know what stupid question I asked. He just silently turned to look at the woman who was lying weakly in bed.
"I'm sorry I "talked while looking down.
"You did my sister!"
I kept my head down, unable to hold my cry. I spilled everything, embarrassed? Maybe it's not in my dictionary anymore.
Without me knowing she was crying too. Recently, a person who is famous for his dinginya nature shed tears. Oh my god. I made them suffer again. Either after this brother Syarif will scold me or maybe hate me. This time I've resigned.
"Emh"
There was a weak voice from Kak bela.
I wiped away the tears, staring at him.
"Sister, why is it like this? "asked brother Sharif.
"I'm not papa, Rif "said Bela weak.
"What have you done to my sister! "
He looked at me sharply while I looked down without daring to look him in the eye. My hands were shaking my mouth as if mute it was hard to explain what had just happened.
"I ... I-"my words were cut off by Brother Sharif who suddenly immediately jerked me.
"Do you know what you have done! "
He just kept banging me, hurling tubi questions that I haven't had time to answer. I just kept quiet while sobbing.
"Are you aware, it almost took people's lives! " So still yelling at me, I just kept quiet.
"You know! Bela is precious !if anything happens to her, I don't know what I can do to you!"
It was so heartbreaking to say just now. Full emphasis on the last word. I can't stand it anymore, my tears just keep flowing.
I have no power to hold back tears. Until finally Bela spoke up.
"Rif don't be like that. It's brother's fault for not being careful. "
"No! This must be him! "
Brother Syarif pointed at me while I was still sobbing on the spot. His red face held in anger, his hands clenched beside my body made me feel afraid to dare to look at his face.
"Rif sister wants to say something. "
I stared at Brother Bela for a moment, my feelings started to feel bad.
"What brother? "
Kak Syarif holds Bela's hand tightly while wiping it. His tone became quiet when he confronted his older brother.
"You may never feel that someone is always watching you, always saying your name in your prayer "
I gasped at the words of Brother Bela. My feelings are not good, I do not know what will happen if Bela tells the truth.
"-meaning? "
The man in front of me scrunched his forehead yet to properly digest the words from his brother.
"Zahra "
My eyes were perfectly rounded, I felt like I wanted to run away from this place and lock myself up when Brother Bela mentioned my name. Nervous as Brother Sharif looked at me, I resigned this time if I have to accept the bitter reality after this.
"Zahra why? "
I'm getting my hand on the handle. My heart is pounding waiting for the answer to what Bela will say.
One second
Two seconds
Three seconds
"likes you"
My heart seemed to stop beating hearing Bela's last words. True, he did not keep his promise to keep a secret. The secret that I have been silent about is now revealed in an unnatural way. I kept my head down unable to see the facial expression of this man in front of me.
Prepare your heart to feel pain again.
"How can I like someone who has harmed my own sister!"
Instantly the water passed through my eyes I looked up to look at Brother Sharif. His jaw hardened and his eyes slightly dewy. Is that what he hates?
"Riff! How many times have you told me not to blame Zahra! It's all wrong brother can you not continue to blame him! And ... can you please return a little bit? "
Syarif turned his gaze to the woman lying on top of the gurney with a faint smile.
"What kind of feeling is that, brother? It's not a feeling but an obsession! I either have that feeling or not. "
Those words entered into a small space in the hallway of my ear, the echo so disturbing. He left the gurney and closed the door hard.
I turned to stare at Martial Brother, whether that sense of regret came. If only he hadn't said it, my relationship wouldn't have been that bad.
"why did you break the promise?"
I wanted to be angry but already.
"No papa Zah .. let him know everything "Sister Bela rubbed my head. I'm getting sobbing.
Everything has happened, nothing else can change. Regretting the free everything has been revealed by itself. The secret I've been covering up has now been known to him. Not that he came closer, but after this he hated me and kept away from me.