Our Love Among Corona

Let's Heal the Gaping Wound

I went through the next days at home. After taking a sick permit at the office, it is much quieter. Although at the same time sometimes I still work on the sidelines of my sick leave. How to forget the most obvious pain. Busy yourself with work. All the online work that has been done so far from the office actually makes things easier.

Although, actually the escape is still an escape. Whether running to busy yourself with work or running to do other activities. Run keep running. Each person always has his way in choosing to forget or avoid. Alin and her husband and son came to see me after I described this incident. He brought a lot of food and filled our fridge. The refrigerator that was half empty was full of vegetables and fruit. He also brought Hanno berry juice. Honey, some herbs complement.

Alin Worried about my condition, he not only came to visit but also spent time cooking and dinner with us. We didn't tell you much about that incident. Especially since little Manu was with us. He had heard my story in more detail. We had dinner with other stories, including Manu's school activities.

"Call me anytime if you need anything" he said before the break. He hugged me tightly.

"You know you've always had a home and a family here, never hesitate" continued her husband who also hugged me.

Manu embraced and waved at us as he descended the stairs following his mother and father. Warm, because I know this family is always by my side when I'm in trouble. My mentor called the next day while reading my chat. It shows great sympathy. Ask me to take a break from various activities for a few days. Full healing and giving time to yourself.

"You survived between the line of life and death. This will be the turning point in your life. Don't beat yourself up. Don't regret it for long" he hung up.

Tim Gepukku nois no play when calling. Livi, Mauli and Vavan didn't stop asking about my situation. Even though the group has been filled with chat repeatedly with the same question.

"Call us anytime yes if you need anything," Livi said hung up.

I drowned back in my blanket after all the calls stopped. Tired but also happy to know that so much affection was given to me.

"What time is the Estonia team coming?" Ah yes, Luky's question reminds there is one more group that will arrive. Of those who give love in his way.

"Hour 6 maybe," I replied as I opened the blanket.

"You want some honey tea?" ask Luky again while sitting on the side of the sofa.

"Mhmmm would. Pancakes can't be?".

"Where is the fruit? It's just another dinner hour. We must also eat with Estonesia team, right? So don't eat heavy repeatedly" Luky suggested.

That's how he diverts me from food. Luky has a habit of not eating snacks before a heavy meal. It was a habit that his mother had taught him. He still does it to this day. The same thing he tried to apply to me.

I don't argue, because he's right about this. Eating over and over again in the hours that should not often become my habit even my escape. Food is a good friend to treat the liver or just run from the condition at hand. Besides being happy, it is fun. The same thing I repeat when the condition of the heart like this. Again, escape is still escape, food is also one of them.

We enjoyed the tea while eating some apple pieces. Watch Corona news from countries around the world while waiting for the Estonesia team to come. Corona is getting worse, not only infecting people but also killing many humans. Asian and European countries are vying in the ranking of the order for the highest cases.

"My country is pretty bad too" Luky said, not turning his face away from the TV.

"Italy too" I said.

As a generation that has never experienced a pandemic in our lives, now Corona is present so scary. Near and quiet, but also dangerous. We fell asleep on the sofa while continuing to monitor the news and shortly after that our Estonesian family came.

It was so happy to welcome them, as if the wounds had temporarily disappeared. They are always entertaining. Just like my Estoni family brought us a lot of food, this Estonesian family is also unmitigated.

"Ngapain bring a lot of mas, I've said a lot of food here" I patted the shoulders of Mas Senar who was emptying various foods brought by the group.

"Yo no pa-pa, we can also eat together here. This part of my stomach holds a lot" he said, patting his stomach followed by another laugh.

I'm not allowed to cook with the others. Just sit down to rest watching them. I repeated the story, they all showed great sympathy. This time the formation is complete, less children Mbak Dina who used to gather and karauke with us.

"Eh already, the sad version we replace with a meal first yes. Eat with happy hearts," Mas Senar threw us ladies hugging on the sofa.

The warmth of this friendship, Sister Dina, Miss Melly and Lessy hugged me tightly. Then scattering to the dining table after being called Mas Senar. Luky prepared the drink as usual. This time he prepared a soft drink that was quite a lot in the refrigerator. Slowly, this entertainment began to heal my gaping wounds. They didn't miss Karauke Dangdut after dinner together. I sat on the couch laughing happily watching this free show.

When the others came home, Alif chose to stay at our place. As an old friend of mine, a village with me from Aceh, and now we are together again in Estonia, we have many stories. Apart from that, Alif is a loyal friend. Light hands in helping. He is also comfortable in our apartment because it also fits Luky well. The rest of the night we spent watching movies. Luky decided to sleep in my room and Alif slept in the living room.

"Sleep well, don't worry anymore. You're safe here in my arms" Luky put his body in my arms.

The wound is getting better. It's hard to erase my memory of Allan and his bad treatment. That one incident has shattered the sweet memories we once shared. It's not like this is my goal, a break up that brings tragedy like this. Oh come on, Luky's embrace is warm, as warm as his heart in loving me. I can't go back to a time where I was hurt or turn things around. But now, I can be our next story-setter. Not me, but both of us.