Waiting for the Light to Return
Epilogues
The building stands among the trees like white marble on a canvas.
There is not much boisterous traffic on the Cimanuk road network so the chirping of birds is still magnificent.
The wind ripples greeted the branches pierced with sunlight looking for a gap between the leaves, this was the perfect image for tranquility.
But people don't come there to seek tranquility.
People from different backgrounds, places of origin, and jobs come with one primary purpose.
Recuperation.
Starting from a small family that regularly comes, initially every day, until every week once.
Not only did the frequency change, the look on their faces also changed in that place.
At the beginning of their arrival, the Father and the Mother were unusually dull.
Eyebrows interlocked in hopelessly and fossilized smiles without a trace on their faces.
Without hope, bring their sweet little son.
The son had convulsions a few days earlier and began to lose his speech.
But a few months later, the sweet son regained it all.
And her parents got their smile back.
It was just one example of the magic that happened in this simple building.
There were too many precious stories that the walls and doors saw there.
There are too many witnesses.
Not just the patient and his family.
On the part of the recovery doctors who almost lost the passion, made bland by the needs and desires of life, forget the promise of service they pursued at the beginning of the year of college, recovery also occurs.
“It’s like finding yourself again”, said one of the senior doctors there.
“It’s like a journey to meet your passion again”, other doctors timpal.
“Being here makes me sure that being a doctor does call me”, says another doctor.
Oh, why do the majority of doctors there speak English, you ask?
Because this is “Andum Arun” (Sanskrit for “Share the Light of Matahari”), the largest research center of San Filippo Syndrome in Asia.
A place where neurologists from different countries come together and unite, seeking a cure for a disease that has...
“Psst.”
The girl stopped her finger movements on top of the laptop keyboard and clucked in annoyance.
Gurgling to the side, he whispered in annoyance.
“What?”
The friend who had stopped him replied by pointing up at the pulpit.
Simple pulpit set up on the page of Research Center “Andum Arun”.
Standing in front of hundreds of occupied chairs.
Standing under the shade of the tree and a large banner that reads “20 Years Andum Arun”.
The two girls who had a whisper were two of the many bloggers who came to cover the anniversary of this historic foundation.
The writing we read earlier is a piece from the work of the first girl, Kalyha.
The daughter of Nadiena Anggra Makarawung, former chairman of a sizable educational foundation in Bandung.
The second girl who stopped Kalyha's writing for a moment was Anika.
Little friend of Judistia Jyotika Wibowo.
Friend of the daughter of the founder of this incredible research center.
Kalyha rolled her eyes irritated.
“Nik, please deh. The show hasn't started yet. Very much anyway.”
Anika clucking.
“Not started from where, Neng? That's dr. Andra again went up the pulpit. Pardon, is that an eye or a boba?”
Kalyha immediately looked over and was right.
A man in a white suit walked up the pulpit.
His silver hair seemed to reflect the sun, but for the size of a man in his 50s it seemed, he was quite sprightly.
Tapping on the microphone to check the function, then with a friendly smile he greeted everyone present.
“Good day, Ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for your presence at the 20th anniversary celebration of our ‘Andum Arun’ Research Center.”
Warm applause returned a pause from the greeting dr. Andras.
After the break up, dr. Andra continued.
“20 Years ago, I was not a good doctor. I play a lot with koas women, I am not at all serious with my call.”
Silent.
dr. Andra sighed before continuing.
“But all that changed when I interacted with one amazing family. Well, shamelessly I admit, my interaction with this family was not a good interaction at first. I am trying to destroy this family for my personal benefit.”
Gripping the pulpit, dr. Andra wiped the sweat on her forehead.
“I am really sorry. That's my lowest point as a human being. This family is facing great losses and problems, and all I did was add to it.”
All eyes were fixed to the pulpit.
“Well, I got what I deserved. A blow to the face”, he continued with a bitter smile.
“The blow came a few days before this family suffered another loss. Very large loss.”
Kalyha and Anika were so focused on hearing that their bodies leaned forward.
“Bold myself, I came to express my condolences to the remaining family members. My pal. I prepared myself with all the possibilities. From other blows to full abandonment.”
dr. Andra paused for a moment and shared a look at the entire audience.
He smiles.
“But my best friend welcomes my hand department. He forgave me. And instead, when he had the idea to set up this research center, he entrusted the position of deputy director to me.”
Now, smiling proudly he said.
“We all know the family I'm talking about. Dr family. Rawindra. A family that has lost a daughter and a mother to San Filippo Syndrome. The family that rose up and decided to devote its entire lifetime helping others who suffered the same suffering.”
Still with a smile on his face, he added.
“I believe it's not just me who's going through life changes because of the light they share. There are so many recovering researchers and patients here. Perhaps my only regret is dr. Rawindra did not get to see the success of our research project.”
Breathing deeply, dr. Andra said again.
“As we all know, 15 years ago dr. Rawindra died in a tragic accident. But there is something that not many people know. Something he told me right before he left on his last trip. Something I will share today.”
Once again sharing your views with the entire audience, dr. Andra.
“I had asked him about the reason he set up this research center. And the answer is very simple. I hope this answer will be a source of our strength to continue the mission of dr. Rawindra. Here's the answer..”
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At the end of the session, dr. Andra gave her answer.
“As fast as light runs, it will always be preceded by darkness. Therefore, the light must continue to exist and run. The faster and faster. Because if the light gives up, what's left for us?”
Reading her writing once more, Kalyha smiled in satisfaction.
Beside her, Anika raised an eyebrow.
“Atta girl, very good this is her writing, Kal. Quick post, our break is almost done.”
Kalyha immediately pressed the post button and closed the laptop.
Excited smile.
“Come, Nik!”
Kalyha and Anika are just two young bloggers who have volunteered at the research center.
So many people are touched by light and encouraged to share it with people in need.
...
The fruit of the long wait of Raden Sri Dewi Adhisti who did not give up to wait for his light to come home.
The result of the persistence of Rawindra Santosa Wibowo who decided not to stop glowing until the time he came home.
...
Shouldn't we be like that too?
