Second Eye

The Condition of Azzam

"It's still unconscious. But we will still monitor his progress. If the administration has been taken care of, we immediately move to the ICU room only," said the doctor looks serious without explaining the clarity of the condition Azzam.

"I'll excuse you then. Please try your best for her recovery, Doc!" I said still in a bit of sobs.

"definitely. We will do our best for her" said the woman's doctor, smiling kindly, stroking my shoulder before going back into Azzam's room at the moment.

Without waiting for long, I immediately approached the hospital administration. Pay off all temporary expenses. So that the handling can be done immediately. Then head to the mosque to try to surrender and be sincere about all the events.

Not felt, the clock has shown midnight. I set foot again into the hallway, before reaching where Azzam's brother is currently being treated. According to the instructions of the nurses I had met for information.

But just reaching the middle of the slightly dim passageway, a wheeled bed walked towards me.

The closer, the more clearly visible the two sisters are running. With your head down, keep stepping here.

Step by step they went slowly. Until they arrived, right next to where I was standing.

"Night, Sus!" my bro tries to be friendly with them.

The two sisters raised their heads towards my observing eyes. Flat.without a single member of his face. Without eyes, nose, mouth, etc. Just a flat face.

"Oh, okay!" I said I understood that they were not human.

Trying to scare me, but I'm not responding anymore. I just stood against the wall, gave him a way past me, to leave.

"It's weird!" mumbling myself.

Step back I run. But from the front there, it looks almost the same view. Two of the sisters took a patient covered in cloth all over her face.

"A lot of fun!" my murmurs stuck to the wall again, intending to give them another way, because of the narrowness of this passageway.

The closer they get, the more they appear to be human. Who brought the body from the front. A row of ICU rooms, which I'm about to go to.

"Who was taken? Hopefully not!" I muttered worriedly, without even wanting to guess the patient.

The closer I get, the more curious I get. Made me stop them.

"Sus, can you see for a second? Who just died?" my question trembled as I uttered, as a deep unease began to be felt again.

"May, please if you want to see!" sister said please.

Although the tremors of this hand were uncontrollable, I still tried to vent myself. In order to know something certain in front of me at this moment. I wish it wasn't someone I loved.

" Bismillah.., "my prayer before my cloth opens to see his face.

"Sister Azril? Innalillahi wa innaillaihi roji'un," I said in shock, because I had just remembered my main purpose earlier.

"You familiar?" ask sister.

"Not how familiar he really is. But it was me and my friend who took him to this hospital."

"Then you will come to his house. Explaining to his family. Maybe before dawn, his body was taken by his family" said the nurse covered his face with a cloth that I had opened earlier.

"family? I know he doesn't have a family?" I said curious.

"Last afternoon a man came with some of his guards. He said he was the old man of this corpse."

"Old man? Oh, then I'll just try to meet them. When you want to take the body of Azril. What time is it?"

"Maybe four o'clock in the morning."

"All right, thank you very much, Sus!" I said.

"Either. Excuse me first, then."

The nurse again pushed the body of Brother Azril, to be cleaned. While I continued walking forward, towards Azzam's sister's room.

"Fifth number A. Then this one!" I said I tried to get in, after wearing the clothes and tools that were prepared before entering the ICU room.

There was a nurse who was checking on Azzam's sister. He recorded everything necessary.

"How is Azzam's sister, Sister?"

"The development has started well. He was delirious, calling the name 'Aisayang'. I don't know who it was meant to be. But please present him to encourage his recovery."

"Oh yes, thanks for the information. I will take care of her, before her parents arrive" I explained to the nun.

"If so, excuse me. Keep whispering words to make her excited huh!"

"God willing. Thank you!"

The sisters started leaving this room. I took a seat next to the ear of Azzam's brother, who was still lying weak.

I held his fingers. I whispered a sentence that I had been ashamed to say to her.

"Sister.... Aish dear brother Azzam. Please wake up, for us to knit a beautiful future."

His hand began to feel there was a response movement, even if only a little. So I kept whispering stories, about our good times together.

Not feeling, my eyes are heavy. Until I was unconscious too. It got me into a dream.

" Aishis.... I took Azril away. Don't block our intentions anymore. We now know, what we should have done later," Memey's voice sounded so real.

"meaning? You really brought Azril's brother?" many ensure.

It was like I was in an empty room, just with Memey alone. Without Azril, or anyone around him.

"Yes. And he forbade me from harming you. Azril doesn't want you to replace him, so we can calm down to the next realm."

"Then, does that mean that Azril's brother will continue to be the demon's slave?"

"No. We've chosen another more appropriate replacement" Memey said, still bowing his head.

"Who does that mean?"

"You wait later. If he is a slave, I make sure he can no longer find the next victim. We want to end it. I'm sorry, too!"

"I'm sorry? What's for?"

"I've hurt him. As he drove, I appeared directly in front of him. I'm sorry that I was thinking of choosing her as the next victim."

"Sir Azzam?" my question, only answered with a nod.

"God willing, all will be well. Calm down to your nature, and forget your past grudges," I said, setting it up, the longer it seemed to shine.

Her horrible face slowly turned beautiful. As she began to look up her head fixedly at me, while shedding tears.

" I'm sincere! " i said making a blinding light swallow everything in front of me.

"Astaghfirullah," I said, opening my eyes, realizing that it was just a sleeping flower.

I felt someone gently stroking my head. The warm touch I kept praying last night.

"Sir Azzam? Alhamdullah..... Thank you, God," I said I saw him who had begun to open his eyes, although it still looked limp like it.

Azzam just smiled. Clasped my fingers again. Just as the alarm before dawn goes off.

"I call the sisters. Brother has to heal, so we can adventure again. Don't make me anxious anymore" I said gently rubbing her forehead, which was only responded with a light nod by her.