Trapped In Ambiguity

He's my father

The days I spent in school were completely deserted since Devan's departure and were also followed by Kak Rega. But the loneliness was sometimes masked by the presence of Rasti who inexplicably often took me to talk, accompanied in my break time and took me to the cafeteria.

"See you, Adel." He waved his hand as his brother came to pick him up.

"Bye, Bye." I returned the wave of his hand accompanied by a smile.

I then went home with ojol. I saved my money by not using a taxi anymore. I need money to pay for my test, not to mention that the 0.5kg book I need is still on display at the bookstore. I could have asked Dad to buy it, but given the price of the book it makes me feel bad to ask.

The clock shows at 14:00. I immediately headed to the room, picked up a book from the shelf, and began to study. Since the day that Brother Rega showed me the letter, that day I was excited to get the same letter. That's why I struggle to learn, not caring about my tired hands, my sleepy eyes and my body longing for rest.

Sometimes when I want to take a short break from the tiredness of studying all day, I am always afraid that this break that should make me graduate does not even pass. But take it easy, I spent my weekdays with total rest, completely alone without interruption. And yes, soon the announcement is over High School. Only one month range. After graduation I will enroll in two schools, one the same as Kak Rega and the other at Harvard. I was so interested in the college.

"Adel, let's have dinner" cried Dad.

"One more thing, Dad," I replied with a small shout.

After finishing the matter, I then immediately headed to the dining table, sat in front of my father and began to fulfill the request for worms in my stomach.

"You really worked hard to get there, Adel. Even so, you should keep your health in mind."

"Yes, Dad. Just relax."

×××

The days continued to change, the announcement was announced and my school diploma was out. I've sent the entire file and now I'm just taking the test. If the test is over, I will just wait for an announcement that will definitely make me worry about the results later.

"Mother, which father?" my many.

"You're leaving?"

"Yes, Mother."

"You want to accompany me?" tawar.

"No need, Bun. Mother at home only. Then I go first, Mother. Pray for me."

"That's for sure."

I put my feet out of the house. Congratulations on fighting for myself and see you, Brother Rega. I will try to get the best value. My own spirit!

×××

I let out a sigh of relief. I have answered almost everything about the test even though it is still quite difficult. But I hesitated a little for my answer because when I was busy working on it, my feelings suddenly felt bad. Ah, maybe it's just my bag effect lately.

I saw a clock on my wrist that showed 17:00. My house is also 500 meters from here. Walking home seems good, I haven't been out for a long time. My body should move a lot.

"Hi, Del," said someone who suddenly stopped the bike beside me when I had traveled about 200 meters.

"Eh, Wildan,” my broom back as I have seen his face behind the black helmet he is wearing. “What's up?"

"Where are you going?"

"Go home" I replied.

"No need. It's close, really. Thank you." Thank you."

"Well, see you," he said, then took off his bike, stayed away from me and disappeared at the crossroads.

Speaking of Wildan, he's dating Rasti. I think they really fit. But to me, their relationship is a little strange. Ah, forget that. I just wish them all the best.

I inhaled a deep breath, enjoying the scent of orchid flowers beside this small garden of the city. Weary. That's what my feet are feeling right now. Even so, at least the atmosphere of the afternoon in this city is really amazing, as if making the eyes do not want to miss a second of charm, even just to blink. The tall buildings as well as the orange glow of the sun create a very beautiful blend.

My steps came to a halt when I saw many people gathered in front of me. My curious desire suddenly appeared that made me break through the crowd. My first vision was on two cars. One of those cars is no stranger to me. The car with the license plate I always see in the morning.

My heart suddenly raced fast, shedding cold sweat, not to mention the atmosphere that suddenly turned gripping. I with a feeling of fear mixed with worry began to turn my eyes on the two victims who were lying on the ground. My legs at this moment seemed to be unable to hold my weight, so limp as I watched the face of one of them. I stepped up, then knelt beside the person. My tears just spilled.

"He's my father, call me an ambulance quickly" I shouted at anyone currently surrounding us.

I immediately took out the P3K box from my bag. The box was never absent from inside. Tears also never stop flowing down the cheeks. I did first aid to my father, stopped the bleeding from my head, and loaded it with gauze. Sometimes my eyes blur from trying to stem my tears.

"What about the ambulance?" I shouted once more.

"At the way" replied a man. I didn't look towards him. Just hearing from his heavy voice.

I then turned to giving first aid to the man who was also lying next to my father, maybe he was worse than my father. Someone then grabbed my shoulder. I looked up, looking at the woman.

"Let me. I am a medical final semester student and really understand this,” he said while showing his student card.

I then nodded, sat down next to my father, staring at his handsome face which was now almost all covered in blood.

"Dad, let's get up. Your daughter is waiting for you, Dad," I said in a hoarse and slow voice. No matter the people who made me the center of attention, I just want my father to wake up.

Two ambulances came, they immediately carried the father and the man. I got into the ambulance with my dad. Dad's gonna be fine. I clasped my father's hand so tightly.

Dad was then put in a room. I sat waiting for him in the waiting chair and called my mother. Of course, my mother was very shocked and initially disbelieving, just like me.

I wipe away my tears that have never stopped to wet my cheeks. I was so scared of losing my dad. I'm not exactly ready. Considering the accident was so bad.

"Cila," shouted the mother who was currently running towards me. I stood facing him and he then hugged me very tightly. Fortunately, my mother did not jump at me because if she did, we could make sure we both would have fallen.

"Dad is inside, Mother." I cried in the opening of the mother, sobbing. Wreaking all my anxieties and fears in this cry. Huaaa, my tears why won't they stop.

"Father will be fine, Cil," said mother dengran hoarse voice while rubbing my shoulders. I know, you must want to cry now too, but she's trying to look tough. Is being tough good?

Mother then held my shoulder, told me to sit back and gave her shoulder as my place to lean.

"Just calm down, Cil," said Mother.

"I'll go take care of Dad's car, Mother." I'm budging. I feel unable to be in this place. Because every time I look at that door, I always want to cry. My heart is too weak for now to accept the fact that my father is lying helplessly in there.

“Mother actually wants you here. Mother is afraid if this also happens to you, Cil. But if you don't want to be here, go. You're gonna have to relax your brain for a second. Careful, yes.”

I looked at my mother, tried to make a small smile that was so forced and then started to walk away. Every step of the way I was praying for Dad. I hope you're okay, God.