Painting Your Eye Ball
PAINTING YOUR EYEBALLS
Hueeek...! fresh blood came back out from the mouth of this thick-browed guy.
“Cakra...” Susi was crying beside her son while wiping Cakra's mouth.
“Mmm, Mom... sa-sa—“
Hueeek...!!!
Susi and her husband could not see the current state of her son. “Cakra don't talk anymore, yeah, son. Your mother, father, and brothers love Cakra.”
“Sa-sickness, Mom. Ca-cak-ra not sang-gup anymore.” Tears blotted his cheeks.
“Yah,” Bu Susi crying.
“Cakra must be strong, yes, son. The pain will disappear, really, patiently, yes, son,” Father Cakra grasped his son's hand firmly.
In that room there was Pak Yudha and all the Cakra families. His two brothers and one sister were standing right beside the bed at this time. The doctor was in the room too.
“Ma-maafin Cak-ra Yes, Mom, Dad. Ma-maafin Cakra Yes, Brother, Dik.”
“Cakra don't talk anymore!” Susi hugged the only boy.
“Om Yudha, to-long apologize and thank Naya. Cakra dear sa-ma... Naye. And, forgive Cakra who is not,”—Cakra takes his breath strong—“can keep the promise with Naya.”
“Ikutin Dad, yes, Son. Asyhadu an laa ilaha ilallah.”
“Ashha-du an laa.. ilaha ilallah.”.
“Wa ashhadu anna Muhammadan Rasulullah.” Mr. Nando held back his tears.
“Wa asyhadu an-na Muhammadan... Prophet Muhammad.” Cakra no longer felt the pain. He has taken me; let go of his servant sincerely.
“Innalillahi wa inna lillahi raji’un.” The doctor and several people in the room said.
Susi hugged her son who was followed by the other Cakra brothers. The sound of crying filled the room. Now Cakra Wicaksana a wise protector man is gone. Only the memories he left for his loved ones.
***
“Nay, Naya Darling.” Bu Dian walked quickly towards Naya who was with the therapist.
“Iya, Mother. Wh why? What's up?“
“Prepared we're going to the hospital now.”
“We're going to Jakarta, Ma? Meet Cakra?” as soon as the carefree Naya heard her mother take her to the hospital.
Ja. We take the Eagle too.“
“Why do Eagles have to come too? Kashan him, Ma.
Ms. Dian was silent. He doesn't know how to tell if Cakra is dead. “There is someone who wants to donate his eyes to the Eagle. And, because the donor is in Jakarta. So, you can also join Eagle.”
“So the Eagle will be able to see again?” Naya doesn't believe it.
***
Arriving at the sick rumsh, the Eagle was immediately put into an opration room.
“Cakra in which room, Ma? Naya wants to meet Cakra first. It must be an old opras. Nant kta to here again.”
Mr. Yudha and Ms. Dian looked at
***
“There's still a lot I want to do with you, Cak. Thanks a lot you already want to donorn your eyes for the Eagle. But why don't you ever miss anything to me?”
“Nak, we better go home yes,” persuade Bu Dian.
Naya. Heart's broken. On the other hand, he also did not want if the Eagle found him not there if conscious later. The eagle must know everything.
***
It did not feel like a year passed, and this time Elang had become a college student in Jakarta with a major in literature. Teenlit novels in his romance genre also sold a lot in gramedia and other bookstores. Me and my poem are the titles of the Eagle novels that are in great demand by young people. And now this man is in a painting gallery. There are some famous painters who joined the painting exhibition in Central Jakarta, so many paintings are neatly arranged on the existing wall.
The eagle was surprised when he saw his face painting lined up along the wall to the right of the gallery. “This?” he looked closer at a painting of his face looking down with irregular curly hair. “January 2017? A.B?”
“This, right, the author of the best seller novel Me and My Poetry?” the voice of the girl with a slightly thin body returned startling the Eagle.
“That's right, the author of a teen novel that is often talked about lately.”
“Writer novel?”
“Iya.”
The eagle only heard the girls talk by covering his face from the side with the book in his hand.
“Have the novel? Can I see?”
“See aja, yes, Mbak.” The girl printed the novel with the cover of the twilight sky.
.
“Gue wants to see you now, Eagle,” Naya said.
The eagle smiled at Naya's words.
“Looks like God has granted your prayers, Beautiful.”
“Lu?” Naya was startled and held her breath as the Eagle hugged her tightly.
The people around them saw the scene, not missing the two girls who were talking about the Eagle earlier.
“Eh, Mas Eagle? Mas, can I have a photo with you?”
“Bentter, yes. I need to pinjem first.” Naya returns the novel and pulls the Eagle's hand around to see another Naya painting.
“Wuih, saucy! Hmm, this must be the chakras. Yeah, right?” The eagle shows a portrait of Cakra's face.
“Yapc. My girlfriend, sweet, right? Here, see this one.” Naya shows a painting of a girl resting her head on a man's shoulder with a happy and cheerful facial expression.
“Gue don't want to see you sad again, Nay.”
“No, really, even now I am very happy.”
“Lucky Cakra can dapetin lu.”
Naya placed both of her palms on both cheeks of the Eagle. “Then look at her eyes Sweet chakra too, yes.”
The eagle revealed a row of his teeth and embraced Naya's neck with both hands.
“Cakra over there will be happy too, right, Lang? see we both like gini?”
“Pasti.”
