Look At Me Once

Tragedies

Two days later, having managed to get what Alwi wanted, Raiyan visited the hospital early in the morning to meet his boss.

Alwi stood by the window deliberately away from where his wife lay, in front of him already stood Raiyan his friend and his loyal assistant accompanied him in every circumstance. Alwi did not want their conversation to disturb Anisa who was resting.

“I got this from mom Maya, Al. Employees who used to work for a long time with Lathifa's parents,” said Raiyan while handing over a photo and a piece of paper that wrote an address.

Alwi received the sheet and observed it, a photo depicting two teenage figures in school uniforms each. The man in his gray white uniform and the sweet smile on his face was holding the figure of a little girl on his back, the girl in a red and white uniform who also showed a smile, clearly a look of happiness on the face of both.

Deg.

Alwi recognized the young man, who saved his wife's life five years ago.

“Mbak Maya said, this is the last photo they have, because Hafiz does not like to pose in front of the camera,” Raiyan explained.

Alwi focuses on the face of the teenage girl in Hafiz's arms, although the girl's body looks more contained and her face looks more cubby. But Alwi could recognize that the girl was Lathifa as a child.

“And this photo of his late father.” Raiyan showed me a photo from the background of his phone, he also got it from Maya.

“Allahu Akbar.” Alwi was increasingly astonished to see the face of the late Mr. Hadi, still clearly stored in his memory the figure who used to be so calm to accept the death of his son.

5 Years ago, though,

That day the sky was cloudy, black clouds were seen clustered up there. The air felt a little cold because of the small drizzle that had descended since morning soaked the city.

Inside a cafe was a young man in his formal suit, sitting by a glass window, his eyes focused on the laptop on the table.

Ting.

A notification from his phone distracts him, he glances with the tail of his eyes at the screen.

Seeing the name that appeared on the screen, the young man immediately grabbed his phone and opened the message.

[I'm done, Mom. I will approach you there.]

The young man quickly typed out the reply of the short message.

[Let me pick you up, wait inside the campus gate.]

After sending a reply, the young man put his phone in his suit bag and cleaned up the laptop and some files on the table.

The young man walked outside leaving the cafe which had been his place to finish his work while waiting for his wife to finish his college hours.

From across the street, he saw a woman dressed as a shear’i standing on the edge of the middle street waving her hand.

The young man was Alwi, ever since his wife was pregnant with his baby. He always took the time to take his wife to college.

Although both are very young, due to matchmaking and family customs, Alwi married after completing his S1 education while Anisa was still in college in her last semester.

Alwi stopped by the side of the road waiting for the green light to light for the pedestrians, he returned his wife's wishes and continued to watch over her.

‘Not that I told him to wait inside, why come out?’ ask Inner Alwi.

When Alwi was about to step on his foot, there was the sound of a car horn from his right. And there was the cry of a bear with the same word.

“AWAS MOVE, REM BLONG!!”

“AWAS!!”

A container car with blue bok glided very quickly towards the bottom.

BRACKET!

THE DUAR!

TIIIII!!!!

The sound of a loud bang managed to surprise all humans who were on the roadside. The sura followed with a whistle of the vehicle brakes, horns and boisterous sounds of screaming people around.

“Astaghfirullah!”

“There was a collision!”

“Accident, quickly help them!”

The large container car was mired through the outskirts of the road, the white Avanza car from the opposite direction slamming the steering wheel to the right. Four to five cars and motorbikes also clash with each other because of it.

“Please! Please!” people around the scene.

“Yes Allah Gusti! Please someone stuck under the truck!”

“Innalillah, someone died!”

The road that is slightly turned and slightly uphill is often a loss of life.

Recall that he lost the figure of his wife who had not escaped his supervision. “A-anisa ..”

Alwi forced his frozen feet to step closer to the crowd. His heart was pounding hoping his wife would be fine.

“The advantage is there are pregnant women, quickly please!”

Alwi rushed closer to the crowd from the sound, his eyes were red in tears, unable to imagine if the pregnant woman was his wife.

“No! Impossible,” muttered Alwi when he recognized the figure.

Alwi ran through the crowd to reach his wife who was lying on the street with blood already welled up.

“Mas watch out! Don't approach the accident site!” A hand drove Alwi away and asked him to step aside.

“DO NOT OBSTRUCT ME! SHE'S MY WIFE!” shouted Alwi.

Alwi's feet were increasingly vibrating as his steps were getting closer to Anisa, the fishy and rancid smell became more concentrated in his kiss.

The splashes from the puddles because the steps of the residents who helped the police to clear the situation were no longer mixed with the ground, but had changed with blood.

Alwi was getting pale, tears could no longer be contained. He ignored the response of those who saw him crying. His heart was broken and not ready to accept the reality.

Alwi knelt down, his hand reaching for his wife's face which looked extremely pale. He carried Anisa's head in his lap.

“A-nisa, wakeup. I'm here, honey, wake up!” Alwi saw that Anisa's silver-colored robe had mixed with brownish red.

“Honey, it's me, your husband .. I'm here.” Alwi rubbed his wife's cheeks so gently.

Anisa did not completely close her eyes, she still had a little awareness. His lips moved slightly as if he wanted to say something to make Alwi aware of his wife. “Nis, hear my voice, dear! Build ...”

“Mas,” call Anisa so smooth that Alwi was forced to have to stick their faces.

“Ma .. sorry ...”

“Sstt, you are not wrong, hold it for a while... soon the ambulance comes,” said Alwi amid his cries.

“A-our children ..”

“Ssst.. don't think about it.”

“U-pronounce love to the young people who help me,” said Anisa gasped.

Shortly afterwards several ambulances arrived and immediately evacuated the victims, including Anisa and took her inside the ambulance.

“Al! Even being talked to!” tegur Raiyan felt annoyed to be ignored by Alwi who remembered the incident 5 years ago.

“Sorry, I just remembered the incident back then.” Alwi let out a long breath.

“I remember when I met him,” said Alwi remembering the figure of his former father-in-law. “How big his heart is, not even a little blame Us. Even refused money from us.”

“I still remember clearly, he said ‘Tno need to blame anyone, all this is already the will of God. We have both lost our children, our fathers are very sorry, and many are patient. You are young, God willing, God will replace it with a better’.”

For a moment the two fell silent, until Anisa's soft voice broke the silence.

“M-mas.”

Alwi approached, he caressed his wife's face. “Available?”

“I want to make a pilgrimage to the tomb of Lathifa and Hafiz's father,” Anisa's pinta makes Alwi speechless, he can not give a definite answer to his wife.

“Mas,” refer Anisa.

“Later I will ask permission from the doctor first, yes,” replied Alwi did not have the heart to see the face begging his wife.

Anisa smiles at her husband's answer, although her smile is not clearly visible because of the oxygen mask on her face.