SMILE BEHIND THE SORROW

THE FATIH AND FAHMI FAMILIES

FATIH SANJAYA is my name, I live in the city of M. My life in a simple family doesn't embarrass me.

When seen many children who demand their parents to imitate the lifestyle of the rich. I'm happy enough with this situation.

I have a cousin from my father. But, until now I still have never met him.

I am 21 years old, after graduating from school my father told me to follow in his footsteps to become a devotee of the country.

Before I became a devotee of the country, I used to experience events that I will never forget. I was waiting for the graduation announcement.

I graduated with good grades, in a hurry I went down the stairs to not pay attention to my path.

I kept running until I fell down the third step. My feet accidentally stepped on my loose shoelaces.

Aaaaaahhhhhh,,,,,, uh ,,,,

The screams of my friends who witnessed the fall of my body. Roll like a kicked ball.

From that incident I was blind, I could recover if anyone would donate his cornea.

When I found out about my blind condition, I couldn't take it. I was angry, I hated myself, if I had been careful it would never have happened.

At that time a lot of te.an reminded me of my shoelaces that were released next door. But because I am so happy I don't care about them.

I was too excited at the time to be impatient to tell my Dad and Mom. I am truly sorry that at this time, I will not be able to realize my ideals to follow in the footsteps of my Grandfather and Father.

Being a devotee of the country is my goal from childhood. I love every time I see Dad coming home wearing his shirt of pride.

When my family and I were desperate, the doctor came to me. Mom and I were told by the doctor that someone wanted to donate her cornea.

Me, Mom and Dad are so grateful and grateful to anyone who wants to be my donor.

" Dok, who would donate his corneas to me. Can I meet the good guy." I asked the doctor who handled me.

" He didn't let me tell you who he was. Because, the man died in an accident. But, if you want to say please there is one of his family who is here" replied the doctor.

Mom and Dad went out to the good-natured man. Stay alone in this white room. I'm so happy I don't stop saying thank you.

When I want to lay down my body again. The sound of the door being pushed from outside.

" Mom, is it Mom who came," my hand tried to reach the person who had just come.

" Yes, son! It's Mother. Mom and Dad came along with your Grandpa and Grandma and there was also Mr. Lek and Budhemu as well." said Mother.

I wonder, in my mind, what their relationship is here and what is the relationship with my donor. I still can't understand why they're in this hospital.

" Grandpa, Grandma!" reply wonder. I have not seen them for a long time. And that makes me wonder why they know I'm here.

" Why are they here. Did Mom and Dad find out who donated the cornea. Trus is now the man where Dad is, Mom. I want to meet him" I said enthusiastically.

Everyone here still speaks a thousand languages. No one answered my question. I heard footsteps approaching me. His hand rubbed my head.

He also hugged me with love. It's not my father's body he's more stocky than my father's.

" Fatih, do you remember Mr Lek? Veyo's Papa. You guys used to play three, you, Fahmi, Veyo Wktu it was you were a kid around the age of 4 or 5 years old and not long before you and your family moved," said Papa Veyo who beside me.

" Veyo?" I shakes not remember

" I'm sorry," keep going again. I bowed softly I don't remember them.

" It's okay Le. Mr. Lek knows it's cool that you haven't seen each other in a long time, and we've all lost contact with your father" said Papa Veyo.

" Mom (my hands waving around looking for the figure my mother is in),"

" Yes Le, Mother is here" replied Mother holding my hand.

" mom? Where is that person, have you met the same Mom," I asked impatiently.

I heard Mom start sobbing back.

" What is this, why is Mom crying. Well, there's this," I wonder why everyone's crying.

" Daughter, do you remember your cousin Fahmi. Fahmi and his parents suffered a disaster that took his life. Son, maybe you forgot about them, but you should know you Vey and Fahmi still have blood ties. Your Grandpa and Grandma are the same as Fahmi. It's Grandpa and Grandma Veyo, it turns out Grandpa Veyo has a twin brother. And the twin is Grandpa and Granny Fahmi as well as you. And, who became your donor was Mas mu Fahmi. Before this incident Fahmi and his family were looking for us. Finally they know you had an accident. Since then Fahmu decided if something happened to them, Fahmi wanted to donate his corneas to you. It's time you knew everything, son," Dad explained.

" Where are their bodies now Well, what are the circumstances of Budhe and my Mr. De. Fahmi," I said stop when I realized everything. A normal person would not donate his or her cornea if they were still given life.

" Well, ma'am when was my opinion done. Before they're buried I want to be able to see them one last time" I asked.

" At any minute, son. The doctor is still preparing everything" replied the mother.

There is joy in my heart, I will be able to see again. I can pursue my goals again. But, there is also a sense of sadness that holds me. Somehow, how do I get back at everything.

After waiting finally the corneal donation is done. All family members gather in front of the room.

The opration lamp is still on that sign inside there is still activity. The clock still goes slowly.

Minute by minute, second by second, everyone waited with anxiety and anxiety.Fear also enveloped everything there.

Fatih's father was seen pacing back and forth in front of the surgery door. The two elders did not stop reciting prayers. Mother Vey tried to calm Fatih's mother.

None of them left their place. Even if it's just foraging for a drink or just foraging for food. Neither hunger nor thirst were they concerned.

Right now all they think about is Fatih and Fahmi. After a long wait, the lamp finally died. The sign of the opration has been completed and is running smoothly.

NB: AS FAR AS ANYTHING GOES, AS LONG AS ANYTHING IS SEPARATE. ONE DAY WE WILL MEET, NO MATTER WHAT. BLOOD IS THICKER THAN WATER.

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