Send My Letter to Heaven's
Hang on
“It's crying?” My eyes clashed against Kenzie who was still busy stroking the back of my hand. A comfortable and calm feeling as I cried but there was someone accompanying me. Just accompany, without the need to ask a lot of questions and advice.
I know advice is important, but later. All I need right now is to cry quietly without a lot of words that I have to digest in my cry.
“Bamie goes,” My dad and the kid were mangangguk.
“I know,” Answer.
“What if this position is reversed?” The hand stopped. The knot smile I gave, “I know humans come and go in turns. We are rich again at the crossroads, we can see many people passing by. What if suddenly this position is reversed? How about when you arrive..”.
“Ssttt... why speculate that there is still a word ‘how’?”
My eyes are staring at her.
“Too many possibilities in this world. You yourself say, whatever happens all has become the destiny of each human being. It is all the way, if it is the way to go, then. We can't prevent it.”
“You are sincere that Brother Dhafin is leaving?” Circulating eyes stared at the radiance of his eyes in search of answers.
“Forget about sincere or not sincere. Because inevitably we have to let go if time tells us to let go.” My eyes were still staring at the brown bead in front of me. “We still have time together with Kak Dhafin, rather than worrying continuously why not use it for fun? We don't even know who will go first.”
Linked eyebrows confused, “Maksutmu?”
The breath sounds slow. Both hands cupped my cheeks. His eyes looked inside. Try to explain not only through words, but also through the eyes. “Begini, all this time we are too focused on the same disease Kak Dhafin. I know it's bad and we have to take care of it. But do not rule out the possibility that healthy can first go than the sick.” I look at Kenzie's words. “Remember Mamie's mother? He said he said that Mamie's condition was improving. Who would have thought that it actually made Namie leave as soon as his illness gradually disappeared. All the things that will happen in the future, no one can predict. Who knows, when we get home from here, we have an accident and I go first to leave you, ninggalin Kak Dhafin, ningg.”.
“Yaaa! Stop the bullshit. Your words even nakut-nakutin.”
Kenzie laughs, “I just said Ra.”
“Your advice is not weighted.” Grunting me while pursing my lips.
The hand that was still cupping my cheek started to slowly stroke. “Nobody will go. Nothing is left out. All are here.” The boy pointed at his chest. “All memories, all names, all memories are neatly stored in each other's hearts. Although can not meet through face-to-face, but there is still a way to meet through prayer.” The thin lips are curved. “Which goes will be replaced soon. Although replaced does not mean to be forgotten.”
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One more man was busy running around letting customers in, and collecting dirty glasses to take back and wash.
Both are connected to their own world. Sometimes throw a smile, maybe to reduce fatigue that increasingly hugs the body.
The atmosphere is quite crowded. The song “Moon” by Seokjin BTS sounds very fitting to accompany visitors who chat with their friends. Some were busy with their laptops, and some were just daydreaming in a corner by themselves.
Andrian rambled softly when a straw accidentally nudged the sleeve of his white shirt. Dhafin simply smiled in response and returned struggling with two female customers who were busy choosing the menu.
“I ordered Vanilla Latte one, and my friend ordered Asian Dolce Latte one.” The corners of the lips turned on each other and were met with a sweet smile from the handsome barista before them.
“Di wait 10 minutes. Table number 13 on whose behalf?”
The two women were mutually lyric, “On behalf of ‘Your fans’.” The compact speech made Dhafin develop his smile once again.
“Tell number 13 on behalf of your fans, please wait 10 minutes kak.” Repeat with a smile as bright as possible.
The two women pranced with excitement. Take a table in the corner of the cafe and support his head with both hands.
“Your fans?” Ledek Andrian coming from the back. “That's the girl who almost comes here every day right?” Dhafin sniffed indifferently. “Haish, the more days your fans.” The ledek again then passed leaving Dhafin who was still busy with two glasses of order.
After Andrian's death, Dhafin's second hand slowed. One hand he used to clutch his chest. The little ringisan he wove.
His strapping body turned around, frowning to return to the cashier to let Andrian know the order was ready to be delivered.
Not even that step reached the cashier, his body collapsed in the sound of the glass falling from his grasp.
All the customers screamed. Andrian ran to check what was happening in the cafe.
Her eagle eyes circulate all corners of the cafe. No one found a problem with the customers, until finally two of his eagle eyes caught Dhafin collapsing involuntarily on the floor near the coffee machine.
Andrian shouted calling out Dhafin's name. Both of his hands shook the body of a friend he already considered a brother. Some customers approached to help Andrian.
Not wasting a long time, Andrian put his ears close to the heart of Dhafin. Tears welled up, followed by cries for help to bring Dhafin into his car.
Luckily, two male customers approached. He took Dhafin's body and took him to Andrian's car.
The man immediately put a seatbelt on Dhafin's body, muttering repeatedly ‘hold briefly’ with his hands shaking violently.
Saying thank you, Andrian got into the car and immediately stuck the gas towards the hospital. No longer did he think about the condition of the cafe after they died. It does not matter if there will be a thief who will rob the cafe of income today. He doesn't care about anything, all he cares about is fast until the hospital and Dhafin gets help right away.
“Hold brother, please hold on.”
