My Beloved Baby Sitter's

Eps. 55

Triiiinngg...

The loud sound of the cell phone is deafening to the ears, I hate the noise in the morning.

I just lazily cover my head with a pillow.

Actually it is not morning anymore, sunlight penetrates through the sidelines of the white window curtain. I woke up, there was no class this morning. At most I just need to see the supervisor later at noon for thesis business.

Triiii....

My God, who the hell messed up my lazy day.

Don't tell me it's the girls from the other faculty who declared their love for me the other day in the cafeteria? The base has no shame.

Triiiigngggg...

With a million feelings of laziness, I grabbed my phone lying on the table right next to my bed.

"Yes hello?!" My voice was hoarse mixed lazily, even my eyes were still closed.

DEG!!!!!!

As if a bolt of lightning had struck above my head, my body immediately rose and stiffened. My eyes that previously felt heavy now widened.

I watched closely the voice of someone across there delivering a news that made my heart slump to the floor.

My brother and his wife were in an accident?!

It felt like my blood stopped flowing, my whole body suddenly icy cold. This whole body feels like it's shaking violently.

I was scared and worried half to death. But this is not the time for that.

I got up and ran as fast as I could, still with my phone stuck to my ear.

"Where?" My toot.

(.............)

" Yes, yeah"

(.............)

I grabbed a pair of jeans and a t-shirt from the closet.

Then rushed down to where my car was parked. I haven't even washed my face yet, but I really don't care.

I just want to hurry to the place where my brother and Andin are.

I just hope and keep praying that everything will be okay. Yeah, it's gonna be okay.

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I ran in down the hospital corridor, wearing only a pair of flip-flops.

Suddenly, two men in full uniform, police officers, walked over to me.

Show me where my brother and sister-in-law are.

They were still in the emergency unit.

My knees were so limp, seeing a sight I never wanted to see.bang Ray was covered in blood and unconscious.

He had a fentilator in his nose, and an infusion hose was attached to his arm.

Some doctors and other medical personnel are taking action, I don't understand what they're doing.

All I know is to pray and keep hoping my brother, my only family, can survive.

With my own eyes I saw the condition of my brother was really far from good.

His white shirt turned red as blood continued to flow from several parts of his body.

His face was so, fresh blood poured from his forehead and cheeks were torn open wide.

I don't know why his nose is bleeding.

Andini's condition looks bad, no better than Ray's bang.

I could still catch a glimpse of it even from a distance just before the medics stopped me from waiting and signing off on some of the procedures that would be done to my brother and Andini.

"Please do whatever it takes to save my sister sus" I said with tears that almost melted.

The woman in the white uniform just nodded and asked me to be patient.

I know, he's just an administrative officer who happens to handle procedural documents.

But I keep asking him, what else can I do??

My feelings of worry, anxiety, fear spill over into one.

All the thoughts about the worst possible situation are really suppressing my psychic right now.

Lord, help me this time only.

I was scared, very scared.

Time passed by for so long, did the operation go well??

I paced in front of the operating room with an unusually anxious mind.

I don't give a shit about my face that's obviously wrinkled.

The operating room marker suddenly died, I approached to wait for the doctor who handled the operation bang Ray.

A middle-aged man with still wearing a special surgical outfit and a surgical mask on his face looked out.

"How's my brother doing, Doc? Is he okay, Doc? Is that right, Doc?"

I kept asking her questions, waiting for her answer to come out of her lips.

But the man just shook his head, his eyes looking pity. Whatdoes thatmean??

He started explaining everything, explaining things I never wanted to hear.

Saying sentences that until this moment I always regret.

Said my brother couldn't hold out much longer.

The trauma to his head was too heavy.

"Lied!! The doctor must be lying, right??? The doctor must be kidding, right?!!"

I screamed, I couldn't believe it. I don't want to accept.

My brother was a strong man, there was no way he was that weak until he left just because of a small wound on his face. Right??

I roared in tears, my brother couldn't possibly leave.

She was okay the other day, right?? He just felt the joy of being a father.

The doctor must be wrong, my brother is still alive.

Moments later some nurses pushed a gurney with someone covered in cloth over it.

I stumbled towards him, shaking I opened the cloth that covered that face.

My brother's face was closed, I mourned him, hugged him, shook his body.

He's just sleeping, I know that.

My brother just sleeps.

He won't break his promise to always keep me in my place, will he?

"My script is over soon, brother said I can't be lazy right? I promise I won't be lazy, but you have to wake up. Brother said I can't drink soda in the morning right, I promise I'll follow everything you say. But you have to get up" I screamed, sobbed and cried bitterly beside Ray's already motionless body.

It's just a dream, right? I'm sure it was just a dream. My brother must be in a meeting at the office.

"Coooooooooooooo"

I cried and screamed, no matter what everyone heard.

I'm not that strong to just take my brother off.

"Aaaaaahhhhh"

"Aaaaakkkkkhh, bang Raayyy !!!!"

"Master, master is conscious??!! Thank goodness!!"

I opened my eyes, staring at the source of the voice before me.

Wulan, the girl looks worried but her eyes are slightly sparkling staring while holding my hand.

"Master why are you shouting while crying??" Ask again.

I raised my free hand, slowly rubbing my face.

Aye! There were tears coming out of both my eyes.

My heart still feels claustrophobic by the dream about Ray's bang just now.

It was not a dream, but the worst memory of my life.

The memory I desperately buried, but now comes again and haunts.

Bringing back the sad feeling that has hollowed my heart for years.

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