Lutfi Gilang's

21. Passion

i

I opened my eyes slowly after feeling a soft touch on my head. That, obviously Lutfi's hand. He's wearing a high school uniform. "Am I dreaming, again?" Heart wonders.

I looked around. "Where am I?" tanyaku later.

"UKS" replied Lutfi. "have you gone?"

Her eyes looked teary, holding back as much as possible so that tears did not come out and wet her beautiful face.

I tried to sit with his help, even though it caused pain in the back of the head. Kuremas with his left hand to reduce his pain. "What's going on?" I asked back.

"You fainted," he replied. "a little while, huh? I'll get a drink."

I nodded with a nod. Shortly afterwards I received a glass of warm water from Lutfi. Spent slowly.

"Why did I pass out?" I asked after he put the glass on the table.

Lutfi clasped my unenergized hand. Moments later, tears poured down my body despite repeatedly wiping it with a cloth on his arm.

"What's wrong?"

He shook his head trying to smile even though both eyes just kept spilling water on his face. "Thank you" said Lutfi.

I shut up, trying to remember the memory I was running. But got no answer. "It can't be real, can it?" My heart's meeting.

"thank you for trying to make me." Lutfi continued.

"Usaha? What effort?" I asked but did not speak.

"Thank you for helping me out with that" he added.

"That thing? What is that thing? Why are you crying? Why say: 'thank you'? Why did you leave and suddenly appear like this? Why?" My heart and brain are full of questions that none of us can answer.

"Am I panting for you? Am I really thinking you're fighting like a gini? Will you fight for me forever?"

I, in no way understand the meaning of the question. My eyes were just looking at him who kept crying. My hands are too heavy to wipe her tears. And I was so weak I lay down again.

Ah, I'm so helpless.

I saw Lutfi get up, take off the ring on his left middle finger, then hand it to me. "I can't take this."

"Why?" I asked in a surprised and scared tone. I really don't want to have a farewell.

She smiled, but did not answer my question. "If you really love me and want me to be your life partner, never betray me, even if I disappear without a trace."

"I don't want you to go." I asked with a tear stub.

"Try without limits, and never give up" Lutfi said.

"Yes, definitely!" I'm affirming.

His face turned blurry, like my gaze had diminished slowly.

"If you're serious, you can definitely find me" Lutfi said before everything turned black and empty again.

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ii

I woke up to the sound produced by the defibrillator, it's a device that serves to restore the heart rhythm due to a condition. Conditions such as shock, distress, and or heart disease. Yeah, that's what's attacking me right now.

My mouth and nose were also covered by debulizer—a breathing tool—which is where the ends are connected to the oxygen regulator.

On the right ring finger I saw an overview of fingertip pulse oximeter that might also send my heart rate signal to the defibrillator. On the arm I saw an infusion tube and a blood hose.

From all the information obtained is clearly stated on the patient monitor device. It is used to monitor the patient's health condition in realtime which can be observed from the monitor screen. Parameters that can be observed from inside this tool are heart rhythm, blood pressure, body temperature, oxygen levels in the blood, and others.

More than that, the smell of alcohol and drugs surrounded the entire room which soon came a nurse with a surprised face after realizing that I was awake.

He pressed the button and said: "The L-two-four patient is awake, please call Doctor Triyanto."

The Sister didn't talk to me, she checked the medical devices and then recorded them on the paper she was carrying. After the doctor came, the Sister handed him over and explained something I did not understand, then left the room.

The doctor threw a smile at me while asking: "How are you doing now?"

I removed the debulizer with his help, and asked back: "Do I look good?"

"Ha ha ha, being sick is still joking."

With a short breath I said: "Where is this?"

"Jakarta hospital, not far from where you work" he answered while sitting in a chair.

"I didn't expect you to move here" I said fatally. The chest is still hard to breathe.

I saw Doctor Triyanto about to put the breathing apparatus back on, but I refused, so he stopped. "Who do you think brought me here?"

"Sorry," I said regretfully.

"Huh," He breathed. "you are pushing your body too hard. What the hell have you been doing all this time?"

"Just split the leaflet,"

"Hmmm.." he muttered. "Will it be until midnight?"

"He," I chuckled. "wills, huh?"

He's nodding. "You are, always forcing yourself." he said as he got up.

"Lutfi is gone" I said moments later.

"I know," said Doctor Triyanto, facing out the Jedela, turning his back to me, "I've seen the news."

"So?"

"You asked my opinion?" He asked after looking at me.

I'm nagging.

"She's a beautiful and kind child, certainly many like."

I coughed, asking him to answer what I needed.

"Ha ha ha," He laughed. "I've known her since you were first grade in High School, and I'm sure she's not a traitorous woman." Doctor Triyanto explained.

"When you say so, it means it's all—"

"Exam!" doctor Serobot Triyanto surprised me. "Ha ha ha, it seems that someone told you that before me." He guessed.

I agreed with the signal.

"Yourmah?"

I'm nagging.

"Yes, you're gonna have to prove it, aren't you?"

"Ah," Call me. "I'm looking for her."

I smile to answer it. "Who brought me here?"

"Friends, maybe. I just took care of you two days ago."

I was shocked to hear it. "What day is it now?!"

Doctor Triyanto looked at me sharply. "Tuesday,"

My eyes were wide open, completely distrusting of the reality I had left for three days lying in bed with nothing to produce. I took a lot of trouble sitting down.

"It's a payment because you're flossing your power,"

I'm bowed down upset. I was angry at my weak self. With me being sick, I was just wasting time looking for Lutfi and or taking care of contract matters.

I removed the blanket, then forcibly removed the medical devices attached to my body even though it had to produce pain and soreness.

"You sure you want to go?" Doctor Triyanto asked.

"Ah," Noddle. "I can't waste time."

"Do you know where to go?"

I answered him with a slab without facing him. Stay on my battery.

"Isn't that a waste of time?"

I looked at Doctor Triyanto's face. "Medicine, these tools, or even surgery won't keep me healthy."

"I know. And I won't stand in your way."

My heart trembled hearing it. Happy with the support provided by Doctor Triyanto.

"I'll help you," he added.

I'm silent. Just looking at him at once set his breath, returning the energy.

"Yesterday, someone called you."

I'm not flinching. Let Doctor Triyanto finish his sentence.

"He sent this,"

I got my smart phone, and I was surprised. "Lu-Lutfi!" I exclaimed. It was so good to see her latest photo.

"Do you know where it is?"

"Soekarno-Hatta Airport?" ask for certainty.

Doctor Triyanto nodded in agreement.

My eyes tried to look more focused, and saw the time listed not far from where Lutfi stood. Tuesday, 11 December 2018 at 08:13 WIB. "A week ago," I said happily to have hope for Lutfi, despite having been seven days.

"You must hurry!" the Triyantom Doctor

I answered him with a signal: "Yes".

"Make sure he takes which route through CCTV" he reminded me.

I nodded and was about to get out of bed but there was a sound that stopped my actions.

"Where are you going?!" clara suddenly appeared in the room.

I turned my face. Let it. Looking towards Doctor Triyanto. "Where's my clothes?"

He took something from under the bed and gave it to me. "Everything is there,"

I received the dark blue backpack and tried to get up.

"Don't be stupid!" Tio exclaims. "You're not well yet."

I looked at him sharply. "It's none of your business!"

Tio stepped back a little. His face turned anxious and fearful.

"Tio's right. You need a break!" Clara again exclaimed and now blocked my path.

"It can't be so, Miss" said Doctor Triyanto. "You are forbidden to interfere in the affairs of others." He pulled Clara's hand so I could get through.

While Tio stepped beside me without daring to mamaksaku stop with his physique. "Where are you going, Nu?"

"Airport,"

"Why go to the airport?" He's nanya.

"There's someone who sent me a photo, if Lutfi's there." I answered.

"That's great news!" He exclaimed.

"So you already know that she's missing?" my many.

"People have told a lot of stories, and have appeared on the news. I don't look like me!" he said explain but this time did not comfort my heart at all. I'm still too focused on finding Lutfi right away. "So where'd he go?"

I'm shaking. "I'll find out,"

"Hmmm.." he murmured. "but you also have other responsibilities."

"I'll take care of it later" I said gasping.

"Can't, Nu. Deadline accelerated. If you can't make twenty thousand words by the end of the month, the contract will be void, and you'll be fined!" clearly argued.

"I'll pay for it!" I said origin answer.

"Imust be!" fielded. "That you have fifty million, what?!"

"There's a saving, ... I guess."

"Even just kidding. This is serious, Nu. It's been so precarious!"

"It's also precarious, Yo. Lutfi is my life and death. I have to be with him again, however, soon." I answered and stopped. "Please help me. Don't forbid me to leave."

His face seemed puzzled for a few seconds, but he finally agreed to help me. "Okay, I'll help. What am I supposed to do now?"

"Ambilin wheelchair," I asked.

"Huh?"

"Ambilin wheelchair, spigot!" I called and collapsed.

While Tio rushed away with an annoyed face. "Ah, kirain help what, even being a nurse."

"He," I laughed. I feel very helped by him. With Doctor Triyanto.

He had been willing to bother going to Jakarta just to take care of me all this time, strengthening me that this was all just a test from Lutfi, preparing my replacement equipment, he said, and supporting me by telling me the news about Lutfi—although from my smart phone, but that is also more than enough, because most doctors will definitely prohibit his patients from leaving in a condition that is still weak like me.

I am grateful, so grateful for today. Perhaps the reason for the three days I was unconscious was to save energy for the sake of this day.

Now, no one can stand in the way of my desire to meet Lutfi. And I'm sure, today I will definitely be able to find him! Hope so....