Quality Love's

Episode 25's

*Birthday Gift

Almost a month after getting married, I have not yet visited Brother Hilwa, not yet there is no chance but the only reason because I have not had the courage to pick up opportunities to sparkle with Sister Kiran.

But this time I rounded up my intention to go to the hospital with my spirit to track my footsteps in this hospital, although in my heart full of misgivings as if I did not have the courage if later had to meet face to face with Sister Kiran.

One more step my feet will touch the intensive room, from the small glass door and look half blurry, with doubt I peeked at the atmosphere in there, he said, my view is right about the body of Sister Kiran who wants to fill out some daily reports of patients (medicine records), it's true that my voice is instantaneous, just imagining his face I was already very tortured especially if I had to hold my heart to face the person, I stunned my steps for a moment while searching for time to think.

"Oh god! please give me strength" I chanted a strand of do'a from my heart, until I finally decided to go inside, but when I opened the door, Sister Kiran was a little surprised and looked at me with eyes full of disappointment, as her eyes began to glaze over she was then aghast and shifted her behavior by approaching some patients, he then had to talk to the patient and some of the patient's family, maybe by distracting is the best way to reduce the burden of his mind at this time

Not stopping there, as I continued to step towards the bed of Hilwa, I saw all the nurses start looking at me with a strange look mixed with cynicism, somehow I felt the aura of the atmosphere was so gripping, it's possible that Sister Kiran has told in detail how my wedding drama with mas Qiyas at that time, and now the PPO (Fight Boyfriend Person) stamp has been stuck in my face even began to stick in their memories, I tried to ignore this frightening sight and continued walking towards my twin sister bed.

"Sister! today we are even 22 years old, hehe sorry well brother I can only give brother Hilwa a gift of surrah Al-Kahf, but God willing, this gift has a very big meaning for my brother" in front of him I tried to sink a thousand of my sad faces, I just want to wear a mask with a happy face only, I just want to wear a mask with a happy face, let this sadness and pressure I can accommodate myself without asking for another container to hold it.

"I really hope that one day you can wake up from this long sleep just like the people of Sholeh told in this Surrah Al-Kahf, you must be strong yes!" my tears were dripping for a moment as I held onto his two hands that were filled with the marks of the injection.

"Bismilbornrahmanirrahim! al-humdu lillahillazi anzala 'ala 'abdihil-kitaba wa lam yaj'al lahak 'iwaja....!!!" I began my reading with a soft look I read the first verse until the last verse of surah al-kahf, after the accident of the bus a few years ago to be able to curl the body of Brother Hilwa in this room, every year right on the day of our birth, he said, I always give Surah al-Kahfi to him.

A moment later came the sound of footsteps that were increasingly heard clearly in my ears, it was true that the sound was sourced from the knock on the heels of sister Kiran who was currently walking closer to bed kak Hilwa, he was right, slowly he opened the closing curtain and injected some kind of medicine in the hose of the infusion, hesitantly I noticed that he was like a man who did not recognize me, I tied up this fear and started to make a sound to her.

"Sister Kiran?" hearing my voice, he did not respond to anything, let alone say my greeting to see me he hardly even wanted to.

"Sister Kiran?" I greeted him again as he was about to rush towards the other bed, slowly stopping his steps and turning to me.

"Stop calling me brother!" he said with a loud voice

"I am not your brother, your brother noh.noh who is lying in a coma alive does not want to die, which is no different from you, equally troublesome to me!" she kept nagging me, but I took this as a payment for her pain all along.

I received with airy chest every scolding to me without any response I could express, I just continued to follow the steps from behind but this time he looks more and more black.

"Go from here! go!!!" his screams echoed so much that some of the nurses and patient families in the room began to notice our debate.

"Kiran! whatever your personal problems, here you are required to remain professional, remember this is a hospital, so do not hesitate to be rude to the patient and the patient's family" one of the nurses started to speak firmly with Sister Kiran.

"Sorry mom!" said Sister Kiran with her voice still panting, she then left the intensive room.

"You too" suddenly the nurse pointed at me with her cynical gaze, not to mention that my heart rhythm was stable now I was startled again with her outspoken voice.

"If you have the intention to solve your personal problems, this is not the place!" he also yelled at me, it sounds pretty rough anyway with the name you he refers to me, but yes it's possible that the name mother or the other sounds a little old for a woman my age.

Not wanting to describe the atmosphere and make others feel more uncomfortable, I also moved from this room, the more day I did not know how to maintain the attitude so as not to disappoint others.

*****

By harboring trillions of annoyances, upon arrival at home I immediately broke down the front door, which seemed to be quite rumbling the sound of the heart of the sage at this time.

"Non! eat first, aunty cook jengkol stew today" he said, with two palms firmly attached to his chest.

"Udah full" I ignored him.

Immediately I put my body on the bed, I remember the embarrassing incident again, could not stand all this pain, I also forgot it through tears, while occasionally I held my voice, it is enough that this room and its entirety know every grievance and tear of my eyes.

The atmosphere of this silent room, began to leave the sound of a heartbeat and wall clock, now the silence of twilight began to wrap me, but I was still lying with eyes that were quite moist, and still, and I observed the constant contact of the Qiyas without daring to contact him.

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