Orang-orang to Aratha

Chapters. 27 - Best Brother

For Aretha.

I know you're upset with me. I know you want me to die quickly. And I know what you've always heard in your heart. But, I never took you seriously saying it.

*Every day, this pain makes my consciousness fade away. Death always comes to mind. I'm tired of syringes that they say make me better. And the taste of the medicine was so bitter that I wanted to spit it out.

But why did it feel like the angel of death was trying to pull my hand out of the room that was tormenting me? Why do death angels always tease me with endless pain? Why do they get bored waiting for me to give up?

Even so, I still believe I can live to the age of a hundred. Never underestimate the ability of an Aratha who continues to fight for her life, despite being on the edge*.

One day, I want to see Aretha happy, grow up, then marry the woman she loves, then have children and live happily ever after.

I am too.

But, my desire not to give up made my situation even worse. I screamed, looking at my pale face in front of the mirror. My tongue cannot taste savory, sweet, salty and spicy food that enters my mouth.

I can't stand up, to put together everything that's shapeless. Like the glass I break every day.

I miss Auntie's food. I miss the taste of the cake that Auntie always sends me every month. I miss every taste I have ever tasted in my life.

The more days, my consciousness is decreasing.

I realize that my time is not long.

I realized that my words were just ordinary words.

I felt dragged into a quiet room and it was all white.

Your decision, shows you where your life is going.

I miss everyone who has ever been in my life.

So many regrets I have left.

So many words I want to say.

There are so many things I want to do with Aretha.

But I'm not strong anymore.

I try so hard to stay awake. Then I saw Mom crying in front of the window. I thought our mother had gone to heaven and enjoyed all the fun there. But, it turns out that Mom stays by our side and keeps an eye on her.

I made my mother sad for love.

Again, I make sorrow and ignore love.

I hope Aretha can see Mom here every day.

You must remember when I asked you and Aunt Anieq to stay here. It was not an ordinary request but my last request.

I want to, Aretha continued her High School here and stood by Sonya's side. He might be surprised after hearing this news. So, please comfort him by becoming an Aratha even if it is only a few days. I'd be very grateful to you.

For Aretha, I am very sorry for having to part with you. When you were in Makassar, I couldn't hold back the longing in my heart. Especially if you have to be with you forever.

Thanks for everything. Also thank Aunt Anieq and Dad for giving Aratha the opportunity to breathe and enjoy a normal teenage day.

Goodby. You will be my best brother forever.