MAZOYA (I'm Not Me)

THE MAZOYA 13

"Why does my body feel hard to move." Zoya's mind.

"God. My mouth cannot be open either. What's wrong with my neck and jaw" Zoya said in her heart.

Zoya heard a voice that her ears caught. He also saw some people beside him, but he was not so clearly able to see them. "Lord, why do my eyes feel blurry." Zoya's mind, her gaze can't be as clear as usual.

Zoya tried to regulate her breathing. Zoya felt a little tight when breathing. Zoya closed her eyes. Hopefully, when he opened his eyes again, he could see clearly like before.

"Yesia. Why did the woman call me Yaya." Zoya's mind with both eyes closed.

Over time, Zoya is completely asleep. His breathing also looked normal. "Sir, why did Yaya close her eyes again?" ask Mum Pure.

"Let mom, maybe Yaya fall asleep. Look, he's very good." said Mr. Endri.

"Surely sure?" tanya Murni was scared. Worried that the princess had closed her eyes for a long time. He just woke up.

"Father sure, ma'am." said Mr. Endri, reassuring samg wife.

Yaya's hand moved slightly, also with her head. In fact, both her parents heard Yaya moaning, albeit very quietly.

Pure Ma looked at the husband with a smile. Mr. Endri told the wife to be quiet, so as not to disturb Yaya. With movement signals. Pure Ma nodded.

Mr. Endri embraced while stroking the wife's shoulder. Both of them smiled happily. Although Yaya showed a little change, but still it meant a lot to them.

The doctor arrived with several health workers carrying the tools he needed to check on Yaya.

"Put it there." asked the doctor to some medics who helped him. Ask them to put it near Yaya's bed.

Not yet had the doctor put the tools in Yaya's body, Yaya re-opened both eyes. Makes everyone surprised. Some of the doctors who helped the doctor.

"What does ka-li-an.. want... la-ku-kan...?" ask Yaya with a stammering word.

Soon the doctor checked on Yaya. By not asking Yaya first.

"Yaya." Mum Pure cried in the arms of the husband. He cried, because after weeks of not hearing Yaya's voice. And now, he heard again the voice of the princess. Yaya seems to have trouble speaking.

The doctor smiled. "Welcome back Yaya" said the doctor.

"Yaya." Zoya's inner.

Slowly, Zoya moved her head. Because, his body still feels stiff to move. "No. This isn't my room." Inner Zoya. Feeling foreign to the room he now occupies.

"Mother and father need not worry. Yaya is conscious. And it's fine." explained the doctor.

"Then, why is Yaya like that doc?" ask Mama Murni worried.

"That's natural ma'am. Indeed, usually, patients who are only aware after a coma, will experience several things. One of them is like Yaya."

"But it's okay Doc?"

"No. Yaya just needs an adjustment. Just like when we wake up from sleep. Don't we also need to stretch stiff muscles and need to adjust the situation." explained the doctor paused his sentence.

"Like our slightly blurry vision, after we wake up. And the typical hoarse voice of people waking up. Will not gradually return to normal as usual." continued the doctor gave an explanation easily.

Mr. Endri and Mr. Pure nodded slowly. Understand what the doctor explains.

"For the former medicine. Yaya does not need to consume it anymore. I'll replace it with new drugs and vitamins."

"Nice doc."

"Nice doc."

The doctor does not believe the person he told to deliver the medicine to Yaya. However, the doctor had to make sure to come back, if the medicine was in accordance with what he prescribed to Yaya.

After the doctor left Yaya's house, Murni and Pak Endri sat on the edge of Yaya's bed. "Who are they?" ask Zoya in my heart.

Zoya opened her mouth, but looked stiff. "Don't be forced on love, you will be in pain." said Ms. Murni, gently stroking the princess' cheek lovingly.

"See. You were unconscious for a few weeks. But your body remains adorable." said Mrs Pure smiling.

"Yeah, we're happy. Finally you wake up too." said Mr. Endri.

"Yesia. Yay. Yay. Why from earlier, they called me Yaya. Who they really are." Zoya's inner self is getting confused.

When his eyes were opened, it was not his parents that he saw. Except for the stranger he really knew before. In fact, he had never seen either of them.

Zoya remembers her dream before she opens her eyes. Where his soul was rejected by his own body.

In addition, he met someone he always bully while in the office. Yay. And she was crying hysterically.

"Yesia. Is this Yaya's body." Zoya guessed in the heart.

"No, it's impossible. Everything I think about is in the movies I usually watch. Not real." Zoya convinced herself.

Zoya tries to move her body. He just wants to go home. "Darling, what do you want?" ask Mum Pure.

"Ba-wake up." said Zoya.

"How's pa?" ask Murni.

"We just help ma'am, maybe Yaya feels achy body" suggested Mr. Endri. For all this time Yaya just lay on the bed, not moving at all.

Ms. Pure and Mr. Endri helped Yaya to sit down, leaning back on the chair. Zoya let out a long breath. "Crazy, just sitting, my body feels so heavy" he lamented in his heart.

Yaya's breath was piqued. With your back resting on the back of the bed. And both eyes closed.

Zoya opened her eyes again. "Honey, drink first." Mommy Murni gave drinking water to Yaya. He helped the princess to drink.

"It's." said Zoya, looking at her fat body. But haven't seen his face. "How is it possible, my body could rise drastically this big due to a coma. It's not that there's even skinny." Zoya's mind is confused by her body changes.

With trembling hands, Zoya felt her face. "Why does it feel different." her inner self.

"Glass. Glass. Bailing me ka-ca." pinta Yaya with a tone started not as stuttering as before.

Immediately Pure ma'am picked up the glass requested by the princess. While Mr. Endri remained on guard beside Yaya. Afraid that the princess will fall.

"It's a pity." Mommy Pure, pointed a medium-sized glass at the princess's face.

Zoya shakes. Both eyes are round. "Yes... It's Yaya's face." Zoya's inner.

"No... No..!!!" zoya shouted hysterically. Both of Yaya's parents were terrified. And tried to calm the princess who suddenly cried after seeing her own face from the reflection of the glass.