You Who I Miss

Iqbal

I hide my feelings behind my smile. The person who makes me smile is always with me. I always cry when I am alone. I miss people I can't forget. I was lost in the past, which should have been a memory.

What's the point of me continuing like this. I'm going to make myself fall deeper. Missing someone who doesn't miss me like this. I have Iqbal. The one who always makes me feel like if I'm not alone, there's someone who will protect me. I should be able to forget about it and put Iqbal completely in my heart. I'll try even if it takes a long time.

Until finally time brought me into a truly terrible state. I never even imagined it would happen. Iqbal almost left me in this world. I was really scared at the time. I'm not ready to lose someone I love.

"You didn't come in" I said just after I got off the bike.

"Later on, I have business" he said.

"Where are you going?." I asked.

"Go." he said.

"Where?, I'm coming, I change clothes first, wait a moment." I said.

"Ris." call him. I silently looked at him.

"You're at home, you learn, we'll go, yeah" he said.

"I want to come with you, if you want to go where the hell, I don't want to take me" I said.

"Later you get bored, mending at home, there is also dea" he said while waving his hand at Dea who was playing mobile phones on the terrace.

"I want to come with you, yes, yeah." I said begging.

"Let's go, baby" he said. I kept looking at him for a while.

"Yes, but tomorrow we go for a walk, look out, I'll punish you" I said. She laughs.

"Yes dear." he said. I smile.

"I go first, bye." he said.

"Well, be careful" I said before he left with the bike.

After Iqbal left. I went into the house and did the usual thing I did. There was no fun activity for me, other than sitting on the swing reading my favorite magazine. I was so relaxed and enjoyed the wind in the afternoon. Until Dea came carrying news that was not wearing. He told me that Iqbal was involved in a brawl with an STM kid. I'm shocked, I'm worried.

Without thinking long. I immediately ran towards the location where Iqbal and his gang were involved in brawl. Dea chased after me while calling my name, but I paid no heed to it. I was just thinking about Iqbal. I kept running without noticing the circumstances around me, I was almost hit by a car. But, I don't care about that. I need to get to Iqbal quickly.

The atmosphere of the location of the bawuran is so gripping. They throw, hit each other and do not hesitate to finish off their opponents with sharp weapons that they carry. The people around the location did not dare to approach let alone break up. So am I, I'm scared, so scared. But I have to find Iqbal. While protecting my head from the stone throw that could recognize me at any moment, I looked for the figure of Iqbal among them.

"Iqbal." I shouted as I watched Iqbal beat up someone.

He looked surprised to see me there. Without thinking about the danger in front of me. I ran to get close to him. Everyone who sees me, prevents me from getting close. So is Iqbal.

"Don't Rissa, don't come here" he shouted.

I don't care, I keep trying to get to him. My steps came to a halt when a stone hit right on my forehead. I was silent as I cried withstanding the pain in my head. I saw Iqbal rushing over to me. However, before he reached me, he was already hit with a sharp weapon. Iqbal fell with blood. I who saw him like that, fell silent for a moment. I wept. I'm approaching Iqbal. However, two guys who were Iqbal's gang came to take me away from there.

I saw Iqbal being beaten up, being kicked in a state that was already severely injured. No pity from them on Iqbal. I'm really scared, I don't want Iqbal in any danger. I'm trying to get my hands off the garden-friend Iqbal. I want to go to Iqbal. I want to be with him.

"Iqbal." I shouted while crying.

"Please Iqbal" I said, crying to Iqbal's friend.

"Please him." I said while crying.

"He could die" I said. His friends Iqbal just keep quiet, they also do not know what to do if it is like that.

The police came and ended the brawl. I'll be right up to Iqbal. I cried and hugged him. Iqbal's blood kept flowing in his back of the head. While screaming for help, I tried to wake Iqbal who was unconscious. The ambulance came to the scene, I don't know who called the ambulance. But this is good, I have to take Iqbal to the hospital and save his life.

***

In the hospital. I sat alone in the waiting room waiting for Iqbal who was being treated by the doctor. My head is full of questions about Iqbal's condition. I even forgot about Dea chasing me earlier, somewhere she went, maybe she came home and told me about Iqbal brawling to my father and mother.

While holding back my tears. I continue to pray for Iqbal's safety. It felt like my world was shrouded in dark clouds. What about his condition, is he okay. I'm afraid I'm not ready to hear something that's going to make me feel like I've been struck by lightning.

I heard a woman calling my name. That's my mother's voice. My mother came with my father and Iqbal's family. They're approaching. They stared at me, in disbelief. My clothes are covered in Iqbal's blood, which has dried up. I can't hold back my tears anymore. I spilled everything on my mother. My mother also cried, and so did Aunt Goddess. He hugged me tightly. I cannot answer the question posed to me about Iqbal's condition. I don't know how she is.

Almost 2 hours later, we were all waiting for news of Iqbal's condition. I cleaned myself and changed my clothes. Om Hendra did not stop pacing in front of the room Iqbal examined, he was worried about the condition of the child alone puppet. Shortly after, the doctor came out of Iqbal's room. We all rushed to the doctor and asked him how Iqbal was doing. Doctors say Iqbal is in good shape, he is past his critical period. However, he was still unconscious. That news was enough to make us all relieved.

I asked my mom and dad for permission to stay in the hospital. I don't want to go home, I want to be with Iqbal, to be with him until he opens his eyes. And my father allowed me. I sat down on the chair next to Iqbal's bed. Aunt Dewi and Om Hendra were meeting with the police who asked for information about the brawl.

I don't know what to do to see someone I love like this. This feeling alone is already very painful for me. Especially with Iqbal lying in bed. I can only cry.

Iqbal, though,

It's late, but I can't sleep. I kept thinking about when Iqbal woke up. I want to hug her. I put my head on the bed with my hands as a pillow. I was silent while looking at Iqbal's face. Aunt Goddess stroked my head, telling me to sleep. At first I did not want to sleep, even though my eyes were already sleepy. My eyes closed and I fell asleep.

***

I don't know how long I slept. I'm really tired. I woke up because someone was playing with my face. I opened my eyes and found out who was disturbing my sleep. It turns out that guy was Iqbal. He's already conscious.

"Iqbal" I said standing up.

"Dewi's aunt, Om Hendra, Iqbal is conscious." I shouted while looking for the figure of Iqbal's parents, but they were not there.

"They're out" said Iqbal slowly.

"Huh." I said confusedly.

"Mama papa is out again" he said.

"Oh." I said. She smiles.

I sat by his bed. I smiled while tidying up her messy hair.

"Do you need anything?." I asked. Iqbal just shook his head.

"Your head" he said.

"No pa-pa" I said with a smile. He smiles too.

"Well eat?" he asked.

"Who?." I asked back.

"I'm you, you've eaten" he said.

"Not yet hehe, I just woke up" I said. She smiles.

"Ris, sorry" he said. I'm silent.

"Sorry for you crying, sorry for your worry, sorry for your hurt, sorry I lied to you" he said. I smiled and hugged Iqbal. He also returned my embrace.

"Don't repeat, yes, I'm afraid" I said, holding back my tears.

"Sorry" he said. I nodded while smiling at him.

"Ris, we go out, go for a walk, you want to accompany me" he said.

"No, you need to rest, I'll keep you here" I said.

"But I have a promise with you, want to go for a walk today" he said.

"No pa-pa" I said.

"You said if you don't go for a walk, you want to punish me" he said.

"I don't want to punish you" I said.

"But I didn't keep my promise, I had to be punished" he said. I was silent while looking at him.

"Yes, you must be punished, you have made me hang, run, scream, cry, keep us off the streets today, you I punish" I said

"Yes ris" he said slowly.

"Ready, I want to punish you" I said.

I raised my hand and raised it towards Iqbal's cheek. He closed his eyes. I smiled and immediately kissed her cheek gently.

"Udah, you've punished me." I said with a smile. He was silent looking at me.

"You repeat, I will no longer punish you" I said. She smiles.

"Haha."

That's my punishment. I can't punish him, let alone slap him who's hurt like that. I'm just gonna make him sicker. I love being able to smile and laugh again with the people I love. There's nothing very happy for me for this.

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