Love You 3000
part 30 hospital (part 4)
"Oh, that's right. The porridge is gone all you eat," cried Fakur.
"Ih boong deh, there are still two more boxes," I replied glancing at the chicken porridge box located on the table.
"You ate the porridge too, I was full" I said.
"I had breakfast this morning before I went here, that's for you, baby," Fakur replied as he stroked my long hair.
"But ...," my words were interrupted.
"No but-but, must be eaten! for the sake of your health as well," replied Fakur firmly.
"I-iya ..," I stammered.
Today is a very happy day for me, because all day is accompanied by my lover, Fakur. The man who makes my days meaningful. Although he was two years under me, but his character and character were like adults in general, his knowledge was very broad, sometimes I could take lessons from the words that came out of his mouth.
But my mind stopped when Fakur said words that I did not understand meant 'this is the last place I met you, baby' What does that mean? I really don't understand anything, does he want to surprise me? I don't know, I don't know what he's gonna do next.
Soon after, came mother, Qiran and Dika, complete with father.
"Assalamualaikum," said the mother who entered my room.
"Waalaikumsalam," I answered along with Fakur.
"Dad," I said to the well-built man, "when did you come home?" ask me, and then kiss the back of dad's hand.
"Just arrived, son, you're not papa, are you?" asked the father, then glanced at Fakur, "who is this?" askinya.
"Eng ...," my words were interrupted.
"I am Farhan Kurniawan, om, his friend Rani," Fakur replied, then kissed the back of his father's hand.
"Ooh ...," replied the father briefly. Looks like dad doesn't like Fakur.
"Oh yes, son, I brought gifts for you, you must be hungry, right?" ask me, "Qiran, here's the plastic!" father to Qiran.
"Okay, dad," replied Qiran then giving the father some plastic bags.
"Dad buy you apples and pears, you'll like them, right? dad deliberately bought your favorite, so you don't get sick anymore like this," he explained without stopping.
"And there are others, I also buy your favorite geeks," he continued.
"But you can't be late to eat again, yes!" continued again.
I just smiled at my father's caring treatment, probably because he knew my current illness, and maybe because I was the first child in the family. Mother said, when giving birth to me father was very anxious, so anxious he scolded the doctor and nurse in the room mother gave birth, so he made a furore at that time. But when I heard the sound of my crying, my father bowed in gratitude at that moment.
"Looks like my father-in-law loves you so much, baby?" fakur whisper.
"Hehe yes dong" I replied in a whisper.
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"Om, Mom, everybody. Farhan said to go home first yes, grandma is waiting at home," said Fakur.
Dad just glanced at Fakur then turned his gaze towards me.
"Be careful! nak Fakur," replied the mother.
"Yes Bu, assalamualaikum," said Fakur.
"Waalaikumsalam," we answered simultaneously.
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Four days later, I was cured and immediately went home to carry out my daily activities.
"Can, son. Soon you will be taking the National Examination, so, you have to be diligent again to learn it well, plus your lessons are a lot left behind," explained the mother
"Ready, Mother" I replied.
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Finally the day I was waiting for arrived, I was able to attend school as usual. No more hand infusions, multiple injections piercing my skin, and bland porridge. All is normal, the most I wait for are friends who always entertain me when I like or mourn.
But for now, I want to meet Fakur, where is he now? since coming home from the hospital, his phone was off and all his social media was not active.
"Rani .. are you healthy?" yelled someone from behind.
I turned around, and it turned out to be Salsa and Nita.
"Well, why don't you look at me?" ketus.
"Ish ... There is, you sleep on, don't you think Nit?" answer Salsa.
"He'em, the molor continues like a buffalo bunting, your cheeks are already rich mangrove tuh," said Nita.
"Eh yes .. sorry to recite, hehe ...," I replied with a slight laugh.
"Yes, we have gone to class, many other friends have missed it" replied Nita.
"Yes" I replied.
Then Nita and Salsa pulled my hand quickly and immediately entered the classroom.
It turned out to be true, all the friends in my class ran up to me, all of them hugging me.
Shortly after, the teacher entered the classroom, and the lesson began.
This lesson seems to have mastered before, for some reason, is this the wisdom of my pain yesterday? though I have no learning at all, I don't know ....
At a glance I glanced at the window, a white shadow flashed right in front of the door, it seemed like he was always watching me wherever I was.
And before long, there passed by a woman whose gaze was very cynical looking at me, yes she was Nadya, her lover Fiyan.
"Basic! Nadya has no capoks, you are sick she is still cynical like that" said Nita beside me.
"Eh Ran, the witch why did she look cynically at you, huh?" asked Salsa who was right behind me, it turned out that Salsa also saw her.
I just smiled at Salsa.
Fifteen minutes after Nadya's departure.
"Hahaha .. You're back, you're the bad guy, you deserve to die!" the hysterical scream of the woman who was like a threat, "dead! die! die!"
"Nit, you heard something, didn't you?" I asked Nita.
Nita was silent as if she wanted to try to listen to him "don't you know Ran, what's wrong? that's the voice of the person singing in the next class" replied Nita.
Nita did not hear the voice, a very clear voice was heard by my ears, like the voice of someone who was possessed by a demon. The voice of the person singing in the next class was indeed right I listened to it, but this hysterical voice was very clear in my ears. And it was not heard by Nita. What the hell is this really?
"Don't you really hear it?" my many.
"He'em," Nita replied with a nod of her head, then turned her gaze forward.
"Hmm .. okay Nit," I replied.
Shortly afterwards, someone shouted, and plus a group of students next door ran towards the field. Reflexes, all the students in my class also scattered out.
