The World for Zahra

When the Meeting Wrought Farewell

Zahra grabbed the doorknob of the patient's room. He paused a step, just now. And now he was more determined to leave than the continuous youth he helped.

But his movement again stopped when a loud rumbling sound was heard from behind his back. When he looked around, there was something really going on. The young man got out of bed while his condition was still unstable.

Yes, he fell out of the patient's bed and held his elbow that hurt. The manic that was still wet after pouring water increasingly looked more calmly at Zahra. The girl gasped to go back to the young man to help.

"You shouldn't be weak. You're not the only one who fell and felt pain over the fall. Wake up!"

The young man got up with Zahra's help. He kept staring, while to Zahra, what he said was only the amount of what he felt he had to say. But it seemed that the young man was starting to feel full and eager to fight the frustration that plagued him.

"Everyone is down, still has support behind his back. But, I'm alone."

His sentence jolted Zahra to a broad smile. He sat down by the young man's side, on the edge of the bed dangling his legs down. The sweet girl with the thin ridge stared at the ceiling. "You still have a lot of people who will support you."

The young man looked away, looked at Zahra and frowned curiously. Zahra looked back at him. "From now on and until a time, I was your mother, your father, your sister, brother, uncle, aunt and your friend."

The young man clenched his jaws tightly together. His clenched hands were raised. Ascending, and getting higher, clenched tightly and approached Zahra's face. The girl was silent and slightly stunned. What did he say was a mistake?

The fist reached before Zahra's face. Just in front of his nose.

Irrespective.

The fist was released and created a finger that belonged to the young man who was stretched straight to shake hands with Zahra. The girl immediately smiled broadly and revealed a naturally beautiful face that was getting more and more heated as she smiled.

"Ananda Fahrul Ardiyansyah Hotel. If you're having trouble calling my full name, just call me Anan." Surely, Zahra gladly accepted Ananda's introduction. He still carved a smile as he said, "call me Zahra. Because if you want to call me Naomi, that's not my name."

Anan chuckles. His fresher face still pointed at Zahra. "If you have this trait, why don't you become a comedian?"

"Jokers are not my goal, now. But since you as a child have offered me as a mother, then I will consider." Zahra showed all her teeth neatly arranged. His still-bright face could not cover the deepest wound he had pierced.

Anan dimmed a wide smile on his lips. More seriously, he stared as he said, "can mom help me?"

"Whatever the mother lacquers, just don't be an elephant or tiger handler."

Anan no longer smiled. "Try to explain, why are those eyes not as beautiful as that smile?"

Zahra immediately turned her face away, in harmony with her unwilling flame in her eyes scattered to Anan's sight. Meanwhile, Anan gasped increasingly curious. His face approached and took a position near Zahra's ears. "Mother?" hisses.

Zahra turned - gazing - and looking for other topics, before finally ringing her old phone put an end to the stricken tension. Thank God, God knows better what is good. With hardship, there will be no good for yourself.

He rushes up and conditions Anan to allow him to take the call. Anan nodded slightly sighing sincerely. The girl cornered and received a phone call in the corner of the room.

"Yes, Mah?"

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And when he arrived. Go home and sweep the view. His entire body was frozen and could not feel anything. What he saw was his destruction.

Devastations.

The thing that once again sheds her tears.

His steps that felt really heavy continued to drive closer to the main door of the house. The rumbling sign of heavy rain accompanied the atmosphere he faced. The dense clouds seemed to have worked together to come hand in hand with the dark scenery he faced in this crash.

Zahra, the girl shed countless tears. His trembling lips as well as the fur of my back that stood as if he was facing the brink of death, were strong evidence of the ambiguity he had experienced.

How could today he find a yellow flag fluttering up his eyes?

How did the world change in just half a day?

How did the powerful jolt that managed to attract his entire life passion come at this moment?

How, how, how ... how did Jasi go this fast?

Jasii....

As soon as he arrived, a shout with the name Jasi sounded boisterous filling the auditory senses. Eyna, Roy and Tina gather and cry over the tiny body of the girl who has been wrapped in the shroud.

They're hysterical. Tears continued to flow, while the world was no longer important to him. They cry and scream. Eyna shook Jasi's body without thinking clearly that even the feeling of sadness would not arouse Jasi's body that had been stretched stiff.

Zahra's in the doorway. He shut his mouth while his entire soul could no longer be restrained. He sat weakly on top of the marble. His position and condition were the same as the one a few days ago.

The entire Suhendra house was suddenly full of mourners, boisterous about the cries of relatives left behind and the brilliance of the reporter's camera portrait that haunted the atmosphere.

It all happened so fast. Not even Zahra would have thought that the day had come. The day that had brought the deepest sorrow for him will return, not long after.

Jasi. The clean white shroud was covered in a long line without a spill. Her tiny, hardened, stiff body will soon be buried and tells Zahra that she will see her little brother grow up and build a teenage world.

Zahra knew that day was coming. But he did not know that God would bring his day so soon. Very fast, and too fast. Until if he does not remember, he will choose kufur by looking at the sky while screaming loudly, asking that time be pulled back and the world back in a time where he was happy with Jasi.

But it's all unnecessary. All he needed was to rise from the slump and rise from his weak position expressing the real fragility he was facing. Rise from sitting. Rise up to say hello, greeting for the last time before Jasi's body actually passes with the burial ground that will hoard him.

"I want ice cream!"

The flashback clashed at Zahra's ears, as his steps drove slowly closer to the source of the sound of crying. Go to Jasi's body.

Brother I want ice cream!

I only have one ice cream. It'll only happen if you can answer the question brother!

What questions?

The math you learned today at school.

Well, brother!

In the past, to receive ice cream from the hands of his beloved brother, Jasi had to re-twist his brain and remember the mathematical formula to be spoken to Zahra. But now, if you are thirsty, a sea of milk and fruit juice you will get it just by wanting. If you want ice cream, the largest ice cream factory in all of nature you will meet and enjoy all the ice cream available.

Because you do not like to see the look on Mamah's face that never smiles at my sister, from now on you will not see again. You will be kept away from the noise of the house that Mamah caused. You'll be much calmer. Calm and peaceful without the sound of heavy objects falling because of the anger of Mamah. You won't be horrified again, Jasii! Won't do.

You will take shelter under a blue sky that always shows a bright hue without the dense clouds that you usually see here.

You will be placed in a holy place with glorified people up there.

You will be happier, and for that; you will not be sad. Precisely your departure is the beginning of your tranquility that will not see the chaos of the house again.

Goodbye, good-bye and have fun at your new place, sister.

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