Send My Letter to Heaven's
Beak Baya Woman
The hospital waiting room was very quiet. It was just me and a middle-aged woman sitting across from me. Trying to look around, my eyes closed slowly. Inhaling as much oxygen as possible, trying to neutralize my mind from all sorts of bad possibilities lodged in the head.
Living almost 12 years together with my brother made me very dependent on him. God knows what we've both been through. As long as my father and mother left us, God did not sleep. He knows everything.
Sister Dhafin's smile came to my mind while my eyes were still closed. A sweet smile that never escaped his lips and always adorned his face. Good Lord, give Sister Dhafin all the beauty that I myself cannot describe.
“Good people will always get a good place.”
That slow voice interrupted my hearing. My eyes opened slowly. Light gradually enters the retina. The figure of the middle-aged woman who was sitting on my side now moved to sit beside me. Eyes down. In both of his hands, there was a dark brown tome that I had no idea what the title was.
“All events no coincidence.” I straightened my body. “God has wonderful plans for all his people.”
Pondering, I confirmed mother's words earlier.
“What do you think?”
A little snapped, my eyes staring at him.
“Who is sick?”
I gave her an awkward smile for her question.
“Sick it's a gift.”
“Maxed her?”
Putting the book down quietly, the mother smiled at me. “My son is very sick. 2 years he was admitted to this hospital.” I'm so sorry. “I often leave her.” Both corners of her lips lifted. “Life with many treasures that are bubbling, I think can make my son happy.” Look at his eyes. “Everything he asks, I give. Once he mentions the toy, the toy will come directly for him.”
“Is he happy?”
“I think he's happy.”
The book he had been holding, was closed slowly. His wrinkled hands stroked the book cover. From here I can tell the title of the book that the woman read earlier. Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami.
“Whatever he asks I always fulfill. Living with many treasures without flaws I think can bring happiness.” Both eyes looked at me. “But it turns out my estimate was wrong.”
I'm getting my body straight. Put an ear on, listen to the mother's story further.
“Harta will not be happy forever. Treasure can buy whatever my son wants. But I forgot one thing.” The woman's eyes were glazed. “Harta will not be able to restore time.” One tear managed to come down. “I spent my day with a stack of papers that I found to be much more important. I ignored all my son's messages. I even ignored his growth.” The second water fell. “My son was very sick when he was 7 years old. I remember when I went to Germany. I left it here with the house servants. Never looked or asked for news. I did not make sure anything about him, which I make sure only one, the account balance should not be empty.”
“Until his age stepped on to ten years, I just returned to see him.”
“She is happy?”
The woman's head shook. “He doesn't recognize me.”
My lips are a little open.
“Alzheimer.” Again, I was surprised.
“You don't know at all?” his head shook in response.
“What's your son?”
“Already died.” I stopped my words. “She died five years ago.”
“Because of his illness?”
“Suicide.” I came back surprised.
“I'm sorry. I offended you.”
The woman nodded weakly. “Nothing I can regret now. My son has gone quietly. I can only pray it from here.” Both of his eyes returned my gaze. “I won't ask who's sick or who's making you sad. I just wanted to tell you. A person's life is short. Do not be confused with all the doctor's analysis. Doctors are not God. His job is only to help with healing, not to make it back alive.” I-i know.
“Stop sad. Use the time you have left to make a lot of memories with everyone around you. Not just with your sick relatives, but with everyone around you. We won't know who will go first. The sick, do not guarantee will go home to the Lord first.”
Again, my memory is spinning. There are not many people around and around me. Can be counted with fingers, can be seen with eyes.
If forever I continue to fall for the grief of Kak Dhafin's illness, I can be sure I will go crazy when Kak Dhafin really leaves.
Good Lord, tell me about Kak Dhafin's illness so that I can prepare myself if at any time he leaves me. Not only Dhafin, but also Kenzie, Andrian, even myself.
If anyone leaves, someone will come. I believe that the arrival and departure of someone has been designed as well as possible and as beautiful as possible.
If there's no healing word for her, then there must be a ready word for me.
