The Love Ship Ayana

Maaf

"Dad..."

Aya woke up by calling her father. His breathing was stingy, sweat pouring down his face. I don't know what made him scream to his father.

Unknowingly a hand was held from earlier. He looked around, of course this was one of the rooms in the Hospital. His gaze stopped when he met Arga, there was Arga beside him.

"Alhamdulillah, you are conscious." Arga said.

"Mas... Daddy?" Aya's lips were muddled, fear enveloping her heart. He hopes he still has time to meet his father.

"Do you want to see him?"

Aya's tears rolled down her cheeks, Aya nodded. "I'm going to see Dad, Mom. Take me to see him." Petanya.

Arga stood up from his seat and then without permission carried Aya in his lap. Aya tries to resist but Arga does not care about Aya's rejection movement.

Arga knows that his physical condition and mind are currently unstable, he just wants to make sure his wife will always be okay with him.

Not far from the room where Aya was lying when she collapsed, she was now taken by Arga into the ICU room. Arga takes Aya down from her carrier right by her father's side.

Aya silently stared, only tears and the sound of crying stuck in her throat. It feels so quiet, only the sound of hemodynamic monitors and saturation continues to be understated.

Arga touched Aya's shoulder from behind. Trying to give him strength and strength.

Aya wiped her tears, "Aaa.. Father.." he said softly opening his voice.

"It's Aya, Dad." Aya took one of her father's hands, grabbed it and then kissed the back of her hand. He came closer to his father's face.

"Dad, get up." Whisper Aya into her father's ears.

"Let's wake up dad. I want you to forgive me, right? Then I have to get up first. Aya will never forgive me if I don't wake up."

Instantly Aya felt her father's hand that was within her grasp move slightly.

"Ayaaahhh. It's Aya." It's Aya."

"Ayaaa.." said his father weakly, his voice very soft almost inaudible. Her tears flowed even though her eyes were still tightly closed.

"Ayaaa" Call her father again.

"Yes dad, this is Aya right now here. Wake dad!!!" Aya tried to restore her father's consciousness.

His father's eyes now slowly began to open, Aya rushed to hug his father, still with a hiccup of his tears that he could not bear.

"Dad..."

"Yes too dear father, Aya has forgiven father. Now I need to heal."

A doctor and nurse come followed by Bara after previously called Arga when he saw Aya's father was conscious. The doctor examined his father carefully. The doctor looked at Aya then shook his head and patted Aya on the shoulder.

"Take your father, son. Help him through his deathly sacratul in peace!" The doctor said to Aya.

Aya's cry was increasingly broken.he wiped his tears and whispered two sentences of shahada in his father's ear. Aya continued to whisper the tawhid sentence until the last sound of the monitor resuscitated it.

"Innalillaahi wa inna ilaihi raajiiun." Say them simultaneously.

"Dad.." He spoke without a sound, just a faint lip. Aya's heart immediately felt so sore. It turns out that the pain of losing her father was the same as the pain of losing her mother. Even now it hurts more.

"Dad.don't go first. I beg!" His voice was almost inaudible. He put his head on his father's chest.

Arga who could not bear to see him pulled Aya's body into his arms that had been frozen to see his father's departure for good. Aya's cry finally broke. Arga continued to calm Aya no matter what her shirt was now wet from Aya's tears and snot.

While Bara chose to leave the room. He felt he needed time to calm himself down at this moment. The guilt is so great. If the time can be turned back, Bara only want to ask for time to be rewinded by 2 seconds when at the red light this afternoon. Because 2 Seconds was enough to make the car he was driving did not meet the truck that hit him.

*****

Arga's father and mother finally arrived at the Hospital, they arrived late because they were out of town. Hearing the news of Aya's father's accident, they immediately rushed to the airport and after landing in Jakarta, they went straight to the Hospital.

Aya ran into Andini's arms. The crying broke again.

"Auntie. Now Aya has no one else."

"You have an aunt, baby. You got us all here." Aunt Andini's words are sincere and affectionate. Om Hutama hugged them both.

"you're not alone son, we're your parents too." added om Hutama.

"Yes..." Alya came to take Aya from her tantric embrace into her arms.

No words, let the hug represent all the words that could possibly be said. Not all feelings can be described with words. But sometimes a hug already represents all the feelings and words that have ever existed in this world.

That all who live will surely feel dead.

Not everyone who is guilty will have the opportunity to apologize while there is still a chance. Apologize and be a forgiving person. Don't keep the hurt and hate in your heart for too long, because it will only prevent you from reaching for your happiness.

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