Me, You, And the Journey of Life

Bad News

"Astagfirefull!" Anindi stood up when she heard the bad news. "Now what's the situation, Tan?" 

Some customers are observing Anindi. They were also surprised, even one of the regular customers who was also a middle-aged woman approached him. "What's up, son?" That sentence was meant for Anindi.

Anindi listened to the answer from the interlocutor on the phone. Instantly close it with a greeting because it is enough. 

"Son, what's wrong?" The middle-aged woman was still curious. The reason, Anindi's face looks pale and shed tears. Who wouldn't panic.

"Sorry, Tan, it looks like I need to close the store right now. My mother was in an accident." Anindi's voice was suppressed. The crying was felt only in the chest.

"Astagfirefull!" The woman was surprised. The three people who were there were the same. "Yes, close the shop and meet your mother. Hope nothing happens."

With deep anxiety, Anindi simply nodded her head slowly. All customers came out empty-handed. More sorry for Anindi who is certainly worried not because.

As quickly as lightning Anindi closed the shop. As soon as possible drive the two-wheeled vehicle away from the shopping area in the city center. Do not forget to wear a helmet also carry a small bag. Fortunately the hospital was not far from here, so the woman did not drive too long.

Given this is the weekend, the volume of vehicles is increasing twice as much as usual. In the end, Anindi was forced to wait for a traffic jam that was even hard to be penetrated by two wheels. "Oh my God, it's stuck. Please, hurry up a little. I'm worried about Mom." The brown hijab girl spoke for herself. 

About fifteen minutes stuck with the jam, it finally unraveled as well. Several four-wheeled vehicles on the right and left side of Anindi have been running first. He was turning on, unexpectedly from the back of a fairly large sized motorcycle overtaking fast. 

"Astagfirefull!" Anindi lost her balance, her eyes looking straight ahead. Look at the rider who wears a black jacket with a skull with a black helmet as well. "He can make other people wretch."

The sound of several motor horns also greeted Anindi's ears.

"Missy!"

"Road!" 

That's how the riders cheered from behind. Soon Anindi could start the motor. Launched again because he also has a very emergency interest.

After a journey of about ten minutes, Anindi arrived at the hospital parking lot. Quickly get down and into a tall building and crowded with these visitors. One thing he had to do was ask the room his neighbor had given him.

"I'm sorry, Sus, would like to ask, if the Rose room no ten where, huh?" Anindi met one of the sisters on duty.

"Rose room is on the second floor right. Ma'am, you can take the elevator or the stairs" replied the nurse.

"Thank you, Sus." Anindi throws a smile. Directly to the elevator. "Today's hospital came." Seeing the line of people who were about to enter the elevator made Anindi think several times. 

Not wanting to linger, Anindi decided to take the stairs. This will shorten the time to meet the mother. His steps were fast, even looking like he was running. This staircase is not too much, so Anindi can arrive in a matter of two minutes on the second floor. 

Anindi's eyes looked around. Following the directions he heard earlier, then moved to a room that was filled only by one patient. You could say first class. 

Anindi opened the door while saying, "Assalamualaikum." Sliding the door made of wood and immediately found the figure of Aunt Mina who was standing next to the bed. The object of Anindi's eyes was not that, but someone who lay weak with some hospital equipment such as breathing apparatus and also infusion. "It's true, Mother!" The girl entered without closing the door. Meeting angels.

"Wa'alaikum salutations." Aunt Mina happy. Anindi was finally able to get there as quickly as possible. Looking at the poor girl he had already considered the child. "Son, who's patient, yes." Brushed Anindi's back slowly.

Anindi held her right hand and said, "Mom, get up, Mom! Anindi's coming." His voice was soft along with an unstoppable cry. That voice touched the heart of whoever was there. "Mom, don't stay in Anindi!"

Aunt Mina continued to calm her neighbor's child. "Son, your mother should be operated on as soon as possible due to a head injury. Sorry Aunt for not pulling your mother's hand across the street."

Anindi's crying broke. Truly the worst day. Even his world seemed to be destroyed when he saw a figure who often laughed, cooked food every day, even rubbed his back after selling it was now weak helpless. "Mom, don't stay with Anindi." Only that sentence was issued by the twenty-six-year-old woman.

Mila can't do anything. All that determines is Anindi. He just told me whatever the doctor said. "Your mother's gonna be cured, son. But, it must be dealt with immediately. You can approve the operation when you're ready."