The Soulmate Must Meet

Episode 36 - Drizzle

This morning I was surprised, Mr. Iwan called me that Amir was critical in the hospital. He had a single accident on the highway because he was too fast to drive a car to lose balance when the traffic light was red, he said he slammed the steering wheel to the left, but hit a large tree.

Without thinking about it I immediately left the house, then took public transportation to the hospital, on the way I had time to inform Joseph, and give the hospital address, so that he could go directly to the hospital. This heart repeatedly prayed to God that Amir would be saved.

Was it because of me that he had the accident? What should I say to Masriyah and Iwan. It's so heartless to imagine them getting mad at me. I don't want people who used to love me to change and hate.

Not long ago I was in front of the hospital in Cirebon, immediately I went to the ER room, this leg ran, eyes looking here and there, I had to know the situation, had to know.

The legs stopped, in the hallway of ER bu Masriyah and Mr. Iwan were standing, and there were a few more people, their faces anxious, anxious.

“Bu, Sir... how is Ang Amir?” my many.

They were surprised, and then all who were there looked at me. Ms. Masriyah hugged me, while Mr. Iwan silently stared into the room, where Amir was lying weak, accompanied by a woman, it was certain that he was his mother.

“You are patient yes... Graceful, this is just a test of Allah.”

I just keep quiet, if Masriyah mom knows the truth, surely she will not say all this, will definitely look at me hate, growling, or whatever.

I want to say what happened and be honest with Masriyah, but my tongue is confused, this esophagus still feels dry.

“We just pray that everything will be fine,” said Mr. Iwan.

All quiet, these eyes looked into the room, from behind this glass. This ER room is only filled by Amir, his parents must ask VIP ER people, so it does not interfere with other patients.

From a distance came the sound of shoe steps, getting closer, we turned towards the sound.

“How is it, Anggun?” Joseph stood with sweat. He must be looking for this room.

Everyone looked at each other, I understood that, they did not know who Joseph was.

“Assalamu’alaikum..,” saya Yusuf.

“Wa’alaikumussalam..,” all replied.

I could not explain anything to Joseph about Amir's condition, only beckoning to look into the room. Amir's mother was seen heading for the exit, her eyes drenched with tears. Everyone immediately greeted him, and Masriyah gave a tissue, to remove her tears.

“Sabar... Brother.. leave everything to Allah,” said Masriyah.

With a sobbing of Amir's mother thrusting a piece of paper at Masriyah's mother, all eyes looked at each other, they wanted to know what was written in the paper. Ms. Masriyah opened slowly, her eyes scrutinizing, as if reading inwardly, and her eyes turned to look at me, then gave the letter to me.

I was confused, then looked at Yusuf, he just nodded gesturing for me to read it. This hand trembled grabbing the paper, my heart pounding, what was written on this piece of paper in my hand?

The face still looms on the wall I find it hard to approach except in silence at the restless peak which remains only bitter I have broken, by my own love These tears trickle down to read it, a poem which must have been addressed to me. Why did I not realize that Amir really loved me.

“The paper continues to be held in a critical state,” said Amir's mother.

“Look inside, hopefully your presence gives us hope,” pinta bu Masriyah.

This heart trembled, should I meet him lying down, or should I leave this hospital and cry out loud? Of course, running is not a commendable act, let alone here, the people I respect very much expect me to be next to Amir. I slowly opened the door, then stepped closer to Amir.

I was sculpting, looking at Amir who was wrapped up like a mummy with the help of an oxygen tube and an infusion, his condition was indeed very severe, the worse part of his head, maybe he was riding without using a seat belt. These eyes kept looking at him, hoping he would open his eyes and smile at me. Amir must heal, he must navigate a long and winding life.

Suddenly there was movement in Amir's hand, it seemed like he felt my presence, this heart was pounding even more. I got closer, and the movement responded, slowly Amir's eyes opened, I smiled at him. Maybe Amir also smiled, only I could not see his smile, slowly Amir's hand raised, trying to reach my face. I got closer, then I stretched out this hand, and our hands clasped each other, I felt the warmth of each finger, flowing into my body.

Amir's eyes looked at me, melted tears, then his hands felt cold. Slowly stiffened, and he closed his eyes, I cried out scream, Amir has gone. While outside the room, everyone in tears watched the event from behind the window, all feeling lost.

The sky is cloudy, drizzling down the earth.