PAMAL

Ayah

Not felt when I think of Hanif time passes very quickly adhan dawn wake me from the daydream in the night

"God has dawn" I said

I got back up from the bed swinging a step out of the room towards my father's room

I slowly knocked on the door "Yes" said the father from inside the room

"What son? "

"The dawn prayer Well" I said

"Yes, thank you" replied my father

I also returned to the room to take ablution and then followed the father of the prayer room, a room that was deliberately arranged like a musolah that we used to use for congregational prayers at home.

Now it's just me and Dad who use it after mom doesn't exist

We pray together 'ah finished Prayer kiss the back of Father's hand

Then we prayed fervently I heard my father's voice tremble as he said do'a do'a.

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I who had been busy myself since this morning with various homework sitting on the terrace seat

"it feels like my mind is messed up today because of last night's incident" said Sambi memijit my feet that felt sore

"What was the meaning of last night's "my inner

I'm still very curious, what "they" look like dad but for what ?

Is this a sign, but a sign for what?

There are still many more questions in my brain about the incident last night that still do not understand why and what I have to experience it for.

My daydreams ran out when I heard my phone ringing in the middle room

I ran a little to find out who was calling me, I knitted my eyebrows when I saw a line of nameless numbers appear on my phone screen

because it's been months since my phone never got a call or a message except from my dad

"Hello, that's right, who is this ?"much

With a trembling body I made myself boldly ask "Now my father is in the hospital where sir ?" much

After hearing the answer from across the street I ended the call, I slowly got up with a limp body I tried to step out of the house looking for help from abouta to drive me to the hospital

Because with my condition like this I won't be able to go to the hospital alone.

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I sat in the back seat of an old neighbor's car that would help me get to the hospital, a retired husband and wife whose name I didn't even know.

They used to be very close to my mom and dad, maybe that's why he wanted to help me even though I never got along with them.

I was not too close to the neighbors what else after I returned from Kalimantan I very rarely went out of the house even though only to greet them.

I don't know what to talk to these two people who might be Burhan and nini siti in front of me

It feels like my brain is filled with negative thoughts about what will happen to Dad I can no longer think about what topics I should talk to my neighbor.

"You are patient, Va "says the wife

I just nodded "Pray that your father is not hurt badly" the husband said

Back I can only nod my mouth feels like I can't speak anymore.

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The trip felt long for me even though the distance of the complex where I lived from the hospital was not so far away.

In the wake of my anxiety we finally reached the front of the hospital, without permission I got out of the car running in the ER room where my father got action

I set foot without hesitation past the person who was in the midst of a disaster just like my father

Not a few also the "they "are here with various forms but I don't ignore them,

There was not the slightest fear in my heart, only the question of my father's condition filled my mind

I finally arrived at the front where my father was lying with various medical equipment all over his body

My body went limp for a moment and fell down, I cried as if on the floor of a very cold hospital.