Me, You, And the Journey of Life

Conscious

The operation arrived. Performed in the morning at about eight, Anindi was accompanied by Madam Mila waiting anxiously outside. 

Madam Mila hugged Anindi, gave a little elusan on the girl's back while saying, "Don't worry. Aunt, sure your mother's fully healed." However a little entertainment could melt Anindi's mood. There is no other family here that can strengthen the sweet woman with the mature brown skin.

Anindi smiled while looking down. Thoughtful in heart, pleading for protection from the Almighty for the smooth operation of his mother.

The operation lasted from eight in the morning to three in the afternoon. It took quite a long time and it managed to make Anindi restless and restless.

Right after Azan Ashar, the doctor came out with two other nurses. A smile expands, indicating the operation is going well. "The operation went well. We look forward to the next development." The sentence was able to make Anindi give thanks directly in front of the Doctor.

"Thank you, Doc." Anindi smiled next to Miss Mila.

The doctor left and before long two other nurses came out pushing the bed on which was sleeping Bu Lia-Anindi's biological mother-they would move her to the hospital room again.

Anindi and Bu Mila followed from behind with some relief. Just waiting for Ms. Lia to wake up, even though there is a possibility of having amnesia. No problem, the most important thing is awareness first.

Arriving at the hospital room, the two nurses said goodbye. Anindi approached her mother, smiled slightly, and said, "Mom, I'm glad the operation went well. I hope, Mom wakes up quickly and we can talk to each other."

Seeing that managed to attract the pity of Madam Mila. He may not have children, but still the motherly soul in him rises up. He quickly approached Anindi, hugging her again. "Son, don't break up praying for your mother. Better, now you pray first, finish it straight to lunch. From morning, you eat only a piece of bread."

Anindi nodded slowly. It feels a little difficult to eat at a time like this, even the bread was difficult to swallow.

In the end, Anindi was very happy. Obligations to the Almighty cannot be delayed, he is also a Muslim who has his own obligations.

***

The clock changed, and the day passed. Twenty-four hours had Bu Lia finished the operation and Anindi patiently waited for the mother's consciousness. Hopefully, he is the first person to be seen and certainly remembered.

Anindi fell silent by the window, looking outwards. How busy the city is with all kinds of density. Everyone is trying to play their role. "This city is probably arguably the busiest city. Everyone's coming here to meet a purpose." Anindi's breathing was so rough. He's not doing well. 

On the sidelines, there was a slow voice that had long wanted to be heard. "A-Anindi." A melodious and poignant sentence made Anindi run towards the Mother. Sure enough, both eyes were open with an infusion hose and breathing apparatus still attached.

Anindi held the right fingers of the mother and said, "This is Anindi, Ma'am. Thank God, I'm sober." Pleasure is not enough to be spoken only in the mouth. That girl is hard to say. "I can finally hear Mom's voice again."

Two eyeballs of Bu Lia stared fixedly at the face of the Child, slowly the two corners of the lips were raised upwards forming a small smile. No more sounds, the atmosphere turned silent.

"Mom, remember Anindi, right?" High concern about it. "Mother, you know Anindi, right?" 

Bu Lia moved both of her eyelids and that was enough for Anindi. 

Anindi's crying broke. This time it was not sadness, but happiness. I don't think his mother knew him well. "Thank God, you didn't forget me." A few times the thanksgiving was issued by Anindi's mouth.

After a few seconds, both of Bu Lia's eyes moved to the right. Caught someone standing up after previously opening the door slowly. Anindi herself was unconscious, for being too happy.

Bu Lia looked at the figure, then her voice slowly came out again. "Take your husband in, son." 

Both of Anindi's eyes were perfectly rounded. Husband? Then, the corner of his right eye caught the movement of his mother's left hand pointing towards the door. Anindi immediately turned around, curious.

"He's your husband." Bu Lia's voice was very slow. Still not fully recovered.

Anindi was surprised not to play, nor the figure who was now standing at the door. The eye meeting was inevitable. I don't know what kind of plan the universe is preparing for now?

"Take your husband in, son." Once again Ms. Lia spoke the same in a quiet voice. However, it can still be heard by Anindi or the figure near the door. "Mom-Mom, talk."