Nindy (Hijabers Norak Conqueror of the Heart)
73. Last Meeting
At the dinner table, there was a breakfast meal with Nindy, Yang Pou Han, and Anya sitting around the oval table. The silence of the atmosphere was created, there was only the sound of the friction of spoons and forks dancing on the plate.
Occasionally the sound of laughter Anya who was learning to eat in her baby chair was heard accompanying their breakfast. Nindy seemed patiently teaching the toddler to eat his own food. Yes, Anya looks enthusiastic to take the pieces of the banana to put in her mouth using her hands.
His expression was funny with his mouth begged about the ripe banana he had eaten. Every now and then Yang Pou Han chuckled in between his meals, looking at Anya's adorable behavior while feeding food into her mouth. Little girl Yang Pou Han was already smart to eat using her own hands.
Yang Pou Han's family looked harmonious, there were no quarrels or shouting sounds in the house. There was only laughter and smiles that flowed into the man's days. A bit of disagreement sometimes occurs, but all of that is quickly resolved because Nindy is the type of defeatist. The woman is easier to handle the man with the gentle and loving nature hidden in him.
Like when Yang Pou Han was upset that Nindy forgot to put down her favorite tie. Yang Pou Han wanted to get angry, but the urgency was done after seeing Nindy's response when regretting her carelessness.
"I'm sorry, I'm not smart. Just keep your tie I'm not a dick. I often forget important things like that. Maybe I don't deserve to be with you. You're too smart, while I ...."
The words of Nindy who had always been humble in front of Yang Pou Han made the man have no heart if he had to scold her. And it seems that Nindy knew the man's weakness, so quarrels were rarely seen in his household.
The man must have let out a breath afterwards, feeling sorry for Nindy. Until the debate over the tie issue or whatever it is, it can end up being hugging each other or even warming each other up on the bed.
Finishing his meal, Yang Pou Han rubbed his lips using the handkerchief available on the table. He got up from his seat, stepping towards Anya who had just drank milk from a baby glass. Nindy greets the milk container in Anya's mouth with a tissue, and is greeted with laughter by Anya.
The little girl picked up Yang Pou Han, then carried him. The morning routine before the man left for work, which is to carry Anya up to the terrace of the house followed by Nindy beside him.
Two warm kisses draped Yang Pou Han on Anya's puffed cheeks. The little girl chuckled again, moving her hands up and down, trying to reach her face.
"Why work first, huh?"
Nindy grabbed the man's hand, touching the back of Yang Pou Han's hand to her forehead. "Be careful, huh?" nindy said as she took Anya from her husband's hand.
Yang Pou Han smiled, smelling a glimpse of Nindy's forehead. "I'll be home soon."
Nindy nodded in response. Yang Pou Han indeed often said that, but the man also often forgot about it. However, Nindy never took issue with it, as she knew Yang Pou Han's work very much. The responsibility of the man was too heavy to spend almost all of his time thinking about the company.
Just as the man was about to get into the parked car in his yard with a driver sitting in front, his phone vibrated indicating a call was coming in.
Yang Pou Han reached into his suit pocket, retrieving the phone to answer the call.
"Yes" he said when the call was properly connected.
"What?"
The man's face turned tense hearing the explanation from someone across there. I don't know what they were talking about, Yang Pou Han's clear facial features made Nindy curious about what happened.
"What's up, Yang?" nindy asked then, walking forward towards Yang Pou Han by carrying Anya in his carriage.
"Akmal Arrayan, he's critical. Do you want to see her one last time?"
"What?"
Yes, the bad news shocked Nindy's heart. Between resentment and longing, between hate and affection, it is as if the difference is only separated by a thin line that is invisible, until the difference is no longer a barrier.
"I'm not forcing you, if you don't want to see him. However, I'm afraid that if you regret it for not having seen him one last time."
***
Time kept turning, sliding rapidly. Initiating events that almost escape from memory. No regrets or disappointments can be expressed, all will end with one word that almost all humans wait for or even avoid, death.
Nindy ran down those aisles. Ignoring the strange gazes of the people who were looking at him. Tears rolled down her cheeks, she ignored them. No time to improve himself, as if there is a time that is chasing him. Who is faster, he is the winner. And who is slow, will regret at the end of the wait.
His feet stopped when he was in front of the room. A quiet room that was tightly closed with a green mosquito net perched covered the glass window. Nindy's hand shook, as she was about to touch the doorknob. He wiped the tears that had washed his face. His heart beat hard, setting a rhythm that had raced as he ran towards the room.
The door opened itself. It turns out that Adnan had already met Akmal. His brother came out with his eyes. The bond between a child and a parent is strong, even though they never meet.
Nindy could see Adnan trying to toughen up by widening a forced smile at him. He nodded then, letting Nindy into the room.
"Before critical, he had asked to meet you. He wants to apologize. He's waiting for you, Nindy." A pat on Nindy's shoulder was landed by Adnan, resuscitating the woman from the daydream that I don't know what it is. It was as if his mind was raging nonstop. Yeah, Nindy can't condition herself right now.
"Come in! He awaits your arrival" said Adnan later.
Nindy nodded. He slowly put his body into the room, wearing sterile clothing with a double mask that had been provided by the hospital.
The sound of Akmal's heartbeat from the monitor sounded weak, his saturation also sounded heavy. Nindy's tears flowed again, when she saw the terrible condition of the man lying in front of her.
Skinny body not dressed, only covered the bottom with hospital pants. The top was deliberately opened with many life support cables scattered on it, looks complicated and terrible. His eyes were tightly clenched with his mouth agape facing upwards.
Nindy approached, touching her hand to that skinny hand. For the first time, a Son's hand has come into contact with a Father's hand. Nindy's heart rumbled, a foreign feeling shackled with all the flames of emotion ready to explode right then and there.
He was stirred in his tears, unable to resist the feeling that was almost ignited like a whip. His body slid to the floor, his legs slumped unable to support his body's weight. The emotions that have ruled Nindy cannot be resisted. He was crying sobbing. The feeling of anger, disappointment, hate, and resentment seemed to melt into a regret. Why is their destiny like this? Why did it end like this?
Nindy was trying to control the situation. Removing the tears flowing profusely with the back of the hand. He straightened his body instantly, trying to smile even though it was difficult to do.
"Go away quietly. I'm Nindy, forgive all your mistakes, Dad."
Father's call was Nindy's first and also last call to an Akmal Arrayan. The man seemed to shed tears that escaped Nindy's sight. The woman was too focused with her cries, not realizing a tear of happiness escaped from the old man's eyes.
Until the moment the haru atmosphere happened, Akmal stiffened, his saturation seemed uncontrollable. Nindy panicked, she called the doctor, shouting loudly while pressing the emergency button.
A Doctor and a Nurse had come over, examining Akmal's condition closely. And when the body was tense and the convulsions began to calm down with the last breath that had been done, the doctor said a sentence that made the tightness in Nindy's chest more inflamed.
"Inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi raji'un." The doctor rubbed his palm against Akmal's forehead towards his eyes, closing the old man's eyes that had opened when his body twitched earlier. "Every living person will feel dead. He is from God, and will return to his owner. Patience, Miss. Mr. Akmal has taken the Power."
