NOT AS BEAUTIFUL AS ALYZA'S WORLD

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"Lyza, mom's sick."

Almost a year already Lyza in rehab, during that time I went back and forth to visit her.

Today, I came back, in addition to seeing the state of Lyza, also to pick her up because mom was sick.

There was no expression on Lyza's face, just plain.

"It's okay."

That's all, yeah, that's all he said.

I brought her home.

'Lyza, yukk we look at mama. It's still in the ER."

"Okay ahh!"

"Well, what's a joke? Bentar. You should see mom."

You must be hospitalized for a stroke. This time it was quite worrying. That's why I'm a little bit of a force to have all the families come together.

Including Lyza.

"No, Brother. Let your mama die!"

"Lyza, don't talk about it."

"What life is doing, baby."

I'm still trying to persuade Lyza, but it seems pointless. He wants to go home but doesn't want to see his mom.

Four days later, my mother died.

"Lyza, mom died."

Tears flowed down his cheeks. But her aunt smiled.

"Thank God. There's a mama's shirt that Lyza wants to throw away, but all this time it's always been Mama's."

I stared silently.

Not looking sad, it seems Lyza is really losing empathy.

I can't do much more.

Treatment can only suppress Lyza's aggressive reactions, but it doesn't make her return to normal as she used to in childhood.

***

"Why is there a workman."

Anto was astonished to see some handyman at work.

"I called," I replied.

Yes, I've been thinking carefully. Papa's gone, now mama's coming.

I have to take care of Lyza as best I can. Let Tina in her own way, she's an adult. Know what is good and not good.

But Lyza, she couldn't even tell the difference between black and white. How could I let him live in his own world.

Even my children will continue to grow, but not with Lyza.

His world is invisible.

Lyza I brought it home, but I had to make some changes to the room at home.

Lyza's room is located in the back near the park, the sunlight illuminates the park as well as being where Lyza spends her time.

A white swing I put in front of his room.

Some pots contain his favorite flower plants, every few months I have to replace because of the Lyza revoked.

"Wind up!"

So said.

A small fish pond, complete with fountain ornaments. A few fish roamed around, making Lyza laugh.

I taught him to name every fish. He determines which fish is whose name.

The less agile fish was named Cika, the name of his childhood friend.

Then there's Dian, the fish are nimble to and fro. Exactly Dian, SMA's friend. There are a lot of guys, Lyza said.

There are still several other names, from the name of the teacher to the name of the neighbor pinned to the fish.

There is one fish that according to Lyza, the fiercest of the others, named Randy.

I just shut up.

A few days the handyman was finally done as well. A sliding door of two and a half meters thick glass was already installed between the Lyza area and the central room. Complete with key.

Intentionally made of glass, not wood or other materials, so that I could keep an eye on Lyza easily.

Everyday Lyza still speaks for herself, laughing, crying, mumbling.

The midnight scream.

Hysterical.

Berate.

There's nothing different.

A year ago it was the same.

Two years ago? Much the same.

Even years before.

Alyza still remains Alyza as she was first introduced to me when I married Anto.

When Lyza was out of control, I had to close the thick glass door and lock it.

Like when all day Lyza wear the same clothes, clothes smell pessimistic.

Yes, Lyza does pee often in bed or in her seat.

That's why I put the room at the back.

"No clothes" he replied casually.

"Lyza ... replace!"

"Your clothes are many, hundreds" I replied.

"Nothing, Brother!"

For hours, Lyza would not change her clothes.

Until the afternoon.

"Lyza, get in the room. Don't leave the middle room until you change clothes!"

My threat.

Forced!

Lyza came in, I closed the glass door.

Five minutes later, he knocked, already changing into a new, fragrant and clean outfit.

Just as he was being rude to my children, speaking slobberly in a loud voice, I was forced to lock the glass door until I heard him no longer speak.

"Will you talk dirty?"

"Sir, Brother!"

I opened that door too.

*

"Lyza, see brother's hair dryer?"

"I threw it away, brother."

"Well, why dumped Lyzaa!"

"Nice, it's white. Should be pink or black. Yesterday Lyza saw on TV there was a red color instead."

I took a long breath.

Yesterday my shoes were thrown away. Last week teflon, the week before Anto's briefcase.

I don't know, tomorrow especially.

"The shoes are too high, later the brother can fall."

"The problem is less big, it should be bigger so that it can fit all kinds."

"The teflon's broken, there's freckles."

So the answer was relaxed, when I questioned why it was thrown away.

How happy it was to find Charles & Keith's shoes.

Especially those who find teflon, a set that is of course speckled because it is made of marble.

While I could only massage my chest, resisting the endless annoyance.

Will I be able to survive? of course you can.

I believe, behind all the events God allows in our lives, there is always a beautiful plan of God.

Lyza is a heavy burden.

For me and Anto.

But he will also offer to massage my back, when he hears me complain of fatigue.

Although he could never distinguish the waist back or shoulders.

Especially massage!

Somehow describe the taste. But I often let it.

Lyza was also the most enthusiastic when she heard I was going to hold an event.

Good birthday to me, Anto and the kids. The wedding anniversary.

Including when the Day comes.

Although almost all of his work was wrong, I just let it go.

Lyza won't sleep until morning. Afraid late.

I had to force him to sleep.

Later guests come, no one opens the door, no one serves food.

So said.

"Sir, wake!"

Two o'clock in the morning.

"Yet, Lyza. It's still a long time, it's only two in the morning."

I pulled the blanket, tried to sleep again.

Just getting sleepy, Lyza went back into the room.

"Sister, wake. Guests will come!"

"Lyza, it's only three in the morning. You are sleeping there. I'm gonna get up at six!"

Lyza did not want to leave the room. Not sleeping either. He just sat there waiting by the bed.

Afraid I won't wake up at six.

Said.

I know, he's gonna sit around waiting to wake me up.

Ahh ... The lyza!

That world of yours

*

(Marrieanne's)