Separate Fence of God

Section Eight

."Brian, what are you doing?" I tried to take her hand off my hand.

"Come, come with me, we'll talk in the park" he said.

I followed her steps, then sat leaning on the back of the chair. He sat right next to me at a distance that was arguably very close. I shifted my body slowly, intending to stay away and try not to offend her.

"Why are you crying?" tanyakanya.

I felt a shock inside my chest after she asked.

"I'm fine." I was silent for a moment, she did not stop looking at me, I propped up and squinted at her.

"Who are you? And why do you always come suddenly in front of me?"

"Ouh, okay. Sorry, this is my third apology, I can't see a beautiful woman crying" she said.

"If there's no need, don't bother me." men are usually just teasing, making me waste my time for nothing, now I have to leave him or I'm going to get less and less into it. I got up immediately but his hand prevented me.

He let go of my hand when I threw him a bit rough, "Uh, I'm sorry. I just ...." His mouth was silent, Brian was holding his lower abdomen. I was worried to see him, his face was pale, he groaned.

'Ah, lest he lie again, I don't want to believe.'

"Argh, sick," she said, she sighed like someone who had no strength to breathe any longer. I can't believe what he said, he could have been pretending.

I ignored him, as he crawled on my feet, his hands held my hands back, throwing his hands again until he fell onto the grass.

He was still lowered, his hands holding on to the wooden chair one more hand holding his stomach.

"Have it, don't do anything weird, I know you're tricking me, right? You want to find a chance from my love?  I'm sorry, you're wrong, I'm not that stupid." I left Brian, didn't want to look back, I wouldn't believe his bullshit.

I quickened my pace, after some distance I didn't hear him coming after me, or anything. Slowly I turned the body. My eyes went around, finally my eyes fell on the grass, my head was downcast, astonished to see Brian still motionless.

My fingers count from one to twenty, it is possible that he will rise. On the count of twenty Brian never got up, I got more worried and then I approached him, 

"Brian, wake up." I shook her body but did not move, I now felt terrified. I screamed for help at the people in the hospital hallway.

"You all right, Miss?" ask one of the sisters.

"I'm good, but ...." My eyes glanced at Brian who was still lying on the grass. "Please Brian. He seemed to faint after feeling the pain in his stomach," I said still terrified.

The nurse then calmed down, then humiliatingly a common and often seen first aid, checking her heartbeat, pulse in the neck.

The sister got up and called some people to bring her a gurney.

"Suster," prevented me when the nurse was about to leave, she stopped and looked at me meaningfully, as if beckoning Brian in a bad state.

"Suster, please save him."

"Just calm down, Miss. We will do as much as we can and as well as we can" he said and went after the others.

I followed the sisters, they pushed the wheeled bed quickly, I couldn't stop worrying about Brian, he was lying helpless. I just biss pray that he survives, I won't forgive myself if something happens to Brian. Or he didn't survive because he was late for help.

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My guilt arose instantly, condemning my stupidity and cruelty to Brian. I can only pacing back and forth while biting my finger.

"How's he doing, Doc?"

"He's still the same. Pray that he will heal soon. Actually, he was a careless patient and never listened to the doctor."

"I mean?"

"So, the cancer in his liver is getting worse. All right, I'm sorry." The doctor left after saying that, it seemed that he was in a hurry.

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I finally called Adi to come to the hospital, I was so unsettled, what if he reported me to the police.

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My eyes scoured the sky, searching for the existence of the brightest Star. Today, the sky is not enlivened by the stars, very ironic. If only the stars had been present in early June.

"Shyifa!" Someone calls me, I turn over the body, it turns out Adi.

He approached, then sat down by my side.

"Why you?"

"You know, I've made someone suffer. I'm afraid he'll report me to the police" I said.

"Calm down, everything's gonna be okay."

"How can I be okay. I'm not a person who can be calm, if I've caused someone to suffer."

"Well, we'll talk to him or his family about this."

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I felt like my legs were very limp, and my stomach felt heartburn and wanted to spit something out. Ah, this fucking magh must be back on me.

"Si, what's wrong with you?"

"I think my magh has relapsed again" I told him.

"You always worry about something, without thinking about your health. Don't be careless. Come on, let's go to the cafeteria, at least worry and worry you're a little energetic."

Adi helped me up, then walked towards the hospital canteen.

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The food we ordered has arrived. "Come, before the meal pray first" he ordered.

We sat facing each other, praying fervently to what we believed, I raised both hands while Adi clasped both hands and bowed.

Over with Adi a few things I knew included symbols that they often believed in. One of them:

In the name of the father (By the name of the Father) \= forehead

Of the son (and son) \= chest

Of the holyspirit (and holy spirit)\= over the left arm

Amin \= right arm.

The right hand did it.

All differences are essentially miracles, how we believe through the paths of our own hearts.

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After dinner, I entered the patient's emergency room. While Adi had to leave because there was business with his family. I tried to prepare the words, how should I start the conversation and well, I should apologize to Brian.

The doctor said, Brian is conscious, and he is lying on his bed, but he is not sleeping, his head turned to me.

"Brian, I'm sorry!" At last it was all I could say.

"You don't have to apologize, it's not your fault, it's my disease."

"I'm sorry Brian, I'm so sorry. I thought you were lying to me, or pretending to be sick. I'm sorry."

"Why do you suddenly care about me? Ah, or you're just starting to get interested in me." Still hurts, he still sucks.

"You want to forgive me? You can meet me over and over again, just as long as you forgive me. I didn't know you had liver cancer, I'm sorry." I don't know how many times I've said that apology.

"I've been friends with cancer, so ...." His throat was choked, as if he was unable to say anything more. I don't think he wants to make me feel sorry.

"You're so weird Brian, everyone in the world hates cancer and is even hostile to it, but you sure say cancer-friendly. I heard about you, why are you so careless? Don't you love yourself? Risk of healthier life, follow the advice of doctors so you can be healthy and your life longer."

Why am I talking so clearly?