SIGITS

DIFFERING

　

　

“ Via since when are you here?” I said when I arrived at the home after giving Sigit the medicine. Sigit was currently sleeping and resting.

“ I came by the time you went with Sigit around the Village. How is Risya?” Said Via while rubbing my shoulders.

“ His memory deteriorates but occasionally He forgets his memory and occasionally He remembers it again. I'm afraid that the ingtan will be gone forever.” My words were standing next to Via and bowing my head.

“ Patience yes Risya, have you told Arka about her condition? I heard that Arka is his personal Doctor at this time.” Said Via who kept looking at me with pity.

“ Arka is in Jakarta, I am confused how to tell her. I'm afraid there will be misunderstandings between us.” I said in a sad and confused tone what to do.

“ Risya, Arka is a good man. I'm sure he'll understand all this. Trust Risya.” Said Via who smiled at me. I know Via is my best friend. He always understood my situation at all times.

“ Thanks Via, you are always on my side.” I said while hugging Via's body.

“ How is Mas Setya Nak Risya doing?” Said Ms. Risma when approaching us by bringing 3 glasses of water and put it on the table in front of us.

“ He has given me medicine and is now sleeping, his memory was recovered when he saw Aida.” I said to Ms. Risma who was sitting in front of us.

“ Who's Aida?” Said Via who had not met Aida.

“ Aida is the son of one of Mas Setya's confidants to take care of his garden land. She is already considered a Sister by Mas Setya.” Said Miss Risma who relieved me. It turns out Sigit only thinks Aida is his sister.

“ Oh I think they have a special relationship.” I was curious about Aida.

“ No, just the relationship of Brother and Sister only. Nak Risya I asked once for help to take care of Mas Setya. Because only Nak Risya can take care of him.” Said Miss Risma full of hope.

I don't know what to say, I glanced at Via and Via glanced back at me.

“ I know this makes Nak Risya confused especially because Nak Risya feels bad with Doctor Arka.” Said Bu Risma bending her face feeling disappointed. Bu Risma's face looked sad and confused.

“ No Bu Risma, not that I don't want to take care of him but does Sigit want it. Doctor Arka She's a good person Bu Risma doesn't have to worry about her.” I said while holding the hand of Miss Risma.

I know Bu Risma loved Sigit as much as her own son and He wanted to give his best for Sigit at the end of his life. I finally agreed to Bu Risma's wish to stay with Sigit.

I contacted Arka and explained everything, from Sigit's disturbed memory to Bu Risma's wish. Finally Arka agreed to Bu Risma's request.

I'm finally staying at Sigit's tonight. His face was still very pale, his coordination of movements began to weaken, his hearing was not so good either. Sometimes he hallucinated in the past when we were SMU.

“ Risya since when you can cook, was not last week when climbing cooking instant noodles you can not.” Said Sigit who approached me in the kitchen while I was making rice porridge.

“ I just learned from this recipe book.” I said to Sigit while pointing out a book, but it was not a cookbook but my notebook. Fortunately, Sigit did not realize it.

“ Hayolah Risya we are not Babies who have to eat porridge, we are already class 3 SMU.” Said the spoiled Sigit leaning his chin on my shoulder.

“ Is fine Sigit, I again want to eat porridge.” I stroked her hair finely. Sigit hugged my stomach as I cooked like a child.

“ I don't remember why we can vacation until Bandung?” Said Sigit looking into my eyes with a surprised face.

　

God if I can be honest for now I want to shed my tears. How could I face all this, my loved ones the pain got worse, and her body looked thinner and weaker.

“ Already let's eat first, later the porridge will be cold.” I said while carrying the porridge of the dinner shirt.

When we were busy eating some mouthfuls of porridge arrived – arrived Sigit felt the pain back in his head, He threw the porridge on the table and scattered the floor.

“ Sigit.” I said as he ran up the stairs.

“ Shut up, go there. You don't need to love me.” Said Sigit loudly and slammed the door of his room.

I ran after Sigit but the door to his room He was locked, heard from inside the room He was screaming hysterically while slamming some objects. I don't know what to do, I tried to call him and knock on his bedroom door. But Sigit was getting angry and his condition was getting worse. My body fell on

in front of his room door. My tears finally flowed again on my cheeks.

“ I can feel the pain of you holding it all, I'm not here because I love you. I'm sincerely here because I want to be with you. I love you Sigit. I beg you to open the door.” I said while sobbing – sedu, I tried knocking again the door slowly. The sound of the dings was no longer heard, I was getting

worried whether Sigit was unconscious. Oh God, please protect him.

“ Go to sleep, I'm good – fine.” Said Sigit firmly to me. I can't afford to leave him. I slept on the sofa at the front door of his room.