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Best for you

“Sister, I'll do my best. Yes, the best, the best.”

Those are my sister's words that are always repeated.

Without me realizing it, suddenly my consciousness was slowly made to disappear by him, seen a blurry and unclear picture, then lost in silence.

In the silence, I saw a series of memories that repeated again.

My brother's body condition has not been good since childhood. Then, ever since I first got into second grade in high school, she has been living in a hospital. I almost didn't like the view from outside the window, it was a tree that would only change the color of the flowers based on the season. I will always find a reason to distance myself from seeing it.

I didn't want to see my sister's face change any faster than the scene outside the window like that, the color of the flowers that would quickly change with just one thing. I never thought that my little sister who was in his heart had such a small insect that it was so fast changing.

On that day, I came to her school to pick up my sister. I saw Lia looking down in fear, as a group of mothers glanced at her.

“Kasian this child, yuk we stayin him alone, you weak child.”

When I heard about it, for a moment I approached Lia…

“Adik, sister will do your best a.”

He asked me nothing, and just repeated the usual motto I had, lightly holding me in his arms.

Her chest was so warm and her rhythmic heartbeat pattern convinced me. When she was a child, I would always do this when she was sad. But at that time, my sister's chest was so thin and thin, her shoulder bones were visible, a rich smell of medicine ran up to my nostrils, my entire vision of my eyes also started to become gloomy, as well, and the wall of confidence has collapsed and tears are almost coming out.

I want my sister Lia to be completely cured of her illness. I also want to cry and sob in my sister's arms.

“What should I do to him..”

When my consciousness returned, I saw a bright beam of light that had been playing in the dark room. I ignored it, but continued to stare at the beam of light from a distance, then disappeared in the abstract.

“Sister! Brother! Up, brother! It's night.”

I was awakened by a plain voice, filled with a stunning tone intonation that had entered my ear hole, so melodious.

When I raised my head slowly, there was a faint sense of telling me that it was already night. It seems, it was the voice of my sister Lia. I stood up, crackling, my shoulder blades making creaking sounds.

“What brother does not come home? It's night, brother.”

Even though I wanted to try to ignore it, still I couldn't do it. That melodious and funny voice had the same tone.

“Kakak here first, still this hour because.”

Time shows at six o'clock in the evening. There's still about two hours left to be with her before I go home.

With a look that already seemed to be in distress as I slowly glanced towards his stomach, a sound that indicated hunger was heard.

“Mump me again here. Brother, will make you dinner.”

“Do you need my help?”

“No need. Brother will prepare everything. So, you're here. You see the dinner menu is only rice porridge only.”

I'm heading to the kitchen of this building, not far from here.