Take Me Off

Without Evano

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Nayra crying. Her tears have not stopped since the news that Evano was in an accident. His heart throbbed in pain, still in disbelief with this painful reality.

Nayra punches, slaps and even grabs herself as a form of impingement in order for her to wake up from this painful dream. Nayr hoped it was a dream. A delusion created during sleep, but unfortunately all this is real.

Nayra was still unable, her knees were like jelly that could not support her body. Many times Nayra staggered as she searched for a taxi. Fortunately Nayra was able to meet the Mother who had just returned from work, Farah her name, The Mother who helped her find a taxi.

To this day, he is sitting in a car. Staring at pedestrians who are sheltering in small shophouses. The rain that has rained the earth since last afternoon never stopped, until now at 8 pm the rain is very heavy out there.

Regardless of the rain that flushed his body, with a definite step Nayra came out after handing a few pieces of money to the taxi driver. His steps never hesitated, Nayra ran into the building of Medika Hospital which looks towering. 

"Sorry, the patient who crashed on behalf of Evano Danendra where is he?" Nayra asked the receptionist with a trembling voice holding back the cries.

"The patient is still in the ER room. Ma'am stay straight, then turn left." explained the sister.

"Thank you, Sus." 

Nayra also immediately followed the instructions that the sister showed, when she arrived on the spot, Nayra preferred to sit in the chair that has been provided. With his heart pounding, anxious hope Nayra again rubbed her eyes that began to dew. 

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Hearing the door open Nayra looked up at the Doctor who was removing her mask. "How's he doing, Doc?" nayra asked quickly as she approached the doctor.

The doctor only sighed for a moment, before finally speaking softly. "The patient is critical, so it must be observed. A blood clot in his head that caused the current patient to be unable to open his eyes in the near future." 

Throw away the tears that Nayra had been holding. Her tears rolled back down her cheeks." To, please save Evano, Doc. I beg you, save Evano. " said Nayra softly, his voice sounded desperate to find the current state of Evano.

"I will try my best." The doctor smiled, as if giving spirit to Nayra. "You have to be patient, I'm sure Evano can get through his critical period. If so, excuse me. " The doctor said goodbye and left Nayra crying.

Nayra rubbed her tears violently, her steps getting closer to the door. However, just as Nayra was about to open the door, Nayra was glued to the small glass that showed Evano lying there, so much equipment stuck on the body, bandages wrapped around Evano's head. 

Nayra could not help but cry, her tears flowing more and more.

"Nay."

Hearing her name on the call, Nayra turned her head so that she found Farah and Sarah standing behind her body.

Nayra hugged her mother tightly, very tightly, as if the fear in her heart would slowly take her away like last year, where she was in the same position as this. The difference, if last year his father was lying there, and now...

Evan. Nayra shook her head to cast away the shadow of her father when he took his life. Nayra believes Evano is strong, Evano can definitely get through it all.

"Mother." mummy Nayra softly.

Farah rubbed Nayra's little quiver. "You're patient, Nay. Mommy believes Evano must wake up." said Farah while returning the embrace of her son is not less tight.

"We help prayer, Nay. Brother even went home immediately, shocked to hear from Mother if Evano accident" said Sarah.

Nayra nodded, wiping away her tears. "Yes, thank you, brother." said Nayra sincerely.

"You've heard about Evano's parents?" ask Farah

"I can't bear it, Bun. They must be sad in the village." Nayra looked down lethargic. Evano is indeed a nomadic child, since Evano has spent more time in Jakarta than in his hometown.

"Yes, no papa let Mother tell them" said Farah who began reaching for her small bag, where there was a cellphone and some money in the wallet.

Before leaving, Farah looked at Sarah first. "You take care of your sister first." Farah's message then moves away from her two children to contact Evano's family.

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Morning is approaching. 

Nayra's eyes were never diverted from where Evano lay. The man did not move as much as usual, just fell asleep with a few tools as a support for his life.

Mother, and sister Sarah he told me to go home since last night. Be just Nayra himself who takes care of Evano, Evano's parents until now have not also made Nayra a little worried.

"Wake up Vano." Nayra clasped Evano's hand. Bringing the cold hand towards his cheek, he rubbed it gently before ending with a brief kiss on Evano's back.

"You promised you wouldn't leave me." said Nayra.

His head lowered, the tears that had been held back finally flowed back to remember the memories that were so beautiful he passed with Evano. There is no day without the boy, there will be Evano's behavior that always entertains his days.

"What kind of dream are you? Why don't you get up?" Nayra wiped her tears. His hands moved to stroke Evano's head with bandages there. "You must have met some pretty girls, so you don't want to wake up?" I don't know why Nayra even chuckles. 

"I can't come? Want to see what dreams do you have?" 

Nayra gave a small smile, peeking at Evano's forehead before she moved. "The cure, baby." Short kiss twice as a cover for his conversation.

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Nayra turned her head to hear the sound of the door opening, saw Jasmin-Mother of Evano walking closer and directly hugged Nayra's body.

"Where's Evano, Nay?" ask Mrs Jasmin. Nayra looked down lethargic, not daring to look at the Mother Evano who was now staring at her with a demanding gaze asking for an explanation.

"Still the same, ma'am." answered Nayra listlessly.

Ms. Jasmin's face grew gloomy, her body moving closer to her sleeping child peacefully. "Why did it get like this, Nay? Why Evano is always stubborn, the boy always carries the bike with the recklessness that makes Mother worried. And look..." Jasmin chuckled sadly. "His life is even being ushered in life and death." Madam Jasmin closed both her eyes. Trying to strengthen his heart if his only child is now lying in a coma with so many equipment attached to his body.

Nayra let go of her embrace, looking at Ms. Jasmin who was in tears. Nayra tried to smile, her hands moving to wipe away those tears. "Don't cry, Mom. Evano must be sad to see Mom cry like this, all she needs is a prayer, Mom. Not a cry like this."

Mrs Jasmin nodded. "You're right, Evano needs prayers and support from all of us." Mom Jasmin paused her speech, her gaze staring at Nayra affectionately. "Nay, please don't stay with Evano?"

"What did mom say? I don't have any thoughts there. Yes, I am calm. Nay will always be there for Evano." promised Nayra. At least that remark could make Miss Jasmin a little calmer.

"Where's the father, ma'am?" nayra asked when her eyes could not find Ruri.

"Father,,," Ma'am Jasmin returned moody, his lips tightly clenched as if hesitating to say it.

"Why, Mom?" 

Mrs Jasmin shook her head. Nayra raised next to her eyebrows looking at Ms. Jasmin who was like she was hiding something. "What's up, Mom? Father where?" sue Nayra's worried.

"Sick, his blood pressure is coming back."

Nayra. "Why Can you, Mom? My mom should have been there. Evano let me take care of that."

"Father what I meant to make here. You are also the one who asked not to tell Evano about his condition. Father just doesn't want to make Evano worry. Sorry, Mom, Nay." Ms. Jasmin looked down with tears that would not stop. It's a hard test to accept right now.

Nayra sighed pulling Miss Jasmin into her arms. "Prophey, Mom. We're going through everything together. Nay is sure everything will be fine. We'll get rich first." Nayra tried to smile. Although not crying, but believe me his heart screams pain.

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