99 Love for You
99CU(S2): Early Hijrah Love
...But when it's time I have to go too...
...Leave you, leave all....
...I have to leave all this love...
...And if you meet him later, please...
...Give us back, please,...
...Reunite in Your Heaven, O God...
...(.(.Rossa : Hijrah Love)...
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"The phone is inactive" Isma said softly.
"What's wrong with Rangga? There's nothing going on with him" Farid added.
"Umi'll call him one more time."
Cecilia sat pensively. His mind wandered far away. His heart was anxious, but he tried to cover it up.
"Still inactive. How's this, Bah?"
"Already, Umi. Don't call her again." Cecilia finally spoke.
"Khumaira...?"
"He won't come. So I'd better just go home." Cecilia got up from her seat.
"Khumira... Just wait a minute. Who knows if Rangga is stuck." Isma persuaded Cecil.
Cecilia sat back down. Waiting a few more minutes. But still no one came.
"Sorry, Umi, Abah... It seems like Rangga did not come..."
"No, Rangga could not break his promise" said Isma.
"This is not a promise, Umi. It's just a plan. And man's plan may be different from God's."
"Khumira..."
"I'll just go home Umi, Abah. Sorry to bother you. Assalamu'alaikum..."
Cecilia finally stepped away leaving Isma and Farid who still did not believe, if their plan did not go well.
Cecilia walked quickly to her car. His eyes were hot. Her eyes were full of tears that she had just blocked.
In the car, Cecilia's cries broke. His heart was again wounded. Cecilia was crying. It evaporates all his emotions.
He thought his destiny and Rangga would change. But it's still the same. Their destiny is still in place.
Could he have hoped too much? If you don't expect much, it won't hurt like this.
...***...
the Harapan Kita - Hospital
Rangga ran to Sandra and Sheila who were waiting in front of the IGD room.
"Shey..."
"Sister Rangga...." Sheila immediately hugged Rangga.
Rangga looked at Sandra who was sitting in tears.
"Auntie... Papa must be fine. Aunt don't worry." She hugged Sandra.
A nurse approached the three of them.
"Pak Adi Jaya's Family..."
"Yes, Sister. We are the Adi Jaya family" replied Rangga.
"Pak Adi Jaya is awake. And he'll be transferred to the treatment room. Come with me..."
Rangga smiled with relief. The three of them followed the nurse.
They stopped in front of the VVIP room, which was filled by Adi Jaya. Not wanting to linger, Rangga immediately met his Papa. He sat down on the side of the patient's bed.
"Papa.." said Rangga.
"Strong... You're here, son! Aren't you...."
"Already, Pa. What matters now is Papa's health. Don't think about anything else first."
"Sorry, the doctor wants to talk to Mr. Adi's family." A nurse came into Adi Jaya's room.
"Shei, Aunt Sandra's sister wants to see a doctor first. You're here with Papa."
"Yes, Brother."
Rangga asked Sandra to walk with him to see the doctor.
Rangga sat down to face the doctor.
"How's my Papa doing, Doc?" Ask Rangga without saying anything.
"I apologize for having to say this before. Mr. Adi had a pretty fatal heart attack. This can be dangerous if not treated immediately. Plus, he has a history of stroke as well." Doctor explained.
"What Doc? A stroke? No way! Papa's been looking okay all along, Doc."
"Indeed, Mr. Adi has been hiding his illness."
Rangga glanced at Sandra. "Did aunt know about this?"
Sandra shook her head, she could only cry.
"Nobody knows about this, not even Ms. Sandra. This is a message from Mr. Adi."
I was shocked to hear the explanation from the doctor.
"Depends on the physical and psychological condition of the patient. It is better that Mr. Adi does not do work that takes up his time and mind. And also avoid things that can trigger the disease relapse. Like today for example. I can guess something must have happened that made him shocked."
Rangga glanced towards Sandra back. There was a deep regret in him.
"I'm sorry, Auntie..." Rangga apologized after leaving the doctor's office.
"No, Son. It's not your fault."
"From now on I'll take care of Papa. I'll handle all the work, too."
"Ladders...."
"I will take full responsibility for the company. Aunt take care of Papa. Leave it all to me..."
Sandra hugged her stepson. A thousand thanks cannot replace the sacrifice Rangga made for his family.
...***...
That night the stars in the sky were still twinkling between the darkness of the night. Cecilia sat on the porch of her house while looking up at the sky. His mind drifted somewhere. Her tears are dry now. But the sadness in his heart was clearly drawn.
"Woiii, keep daydreaming!!!"
"Astaghfirullah!! Ishmael!! What the hell?! Just be surprised!"
"Well, it was me who was shocked to see you daydreaming alone these nights. What are you daydreaming about not hearing my motor exhaust?"
Cecilia rolled her eyeballs.
"none. I was just looking at the stars up there. Nice flickering."
"You're not good at lying, Cil. It's eat! I'll get pizza."
Cecilia's eyes immediately sparkled. "I mean this, I'm here waiting for pizza from you, hahaha." Cecilia forced her laughter.
"Seriously? You didn't lie? you miss me, don't you?"
"But, very confident! Like the pizza, haha."
"Then spend it all." Ismail took a slice of pizza and fed it to Cecilia's mouth.
The two of them laughed together while talking about unimportant trifles.
"Oh yes, Cil. Tomorrow you're the same mom have no time? I have something to say."
"Tomorrow? Looks like. What was? It seems like something serious."
"Yes, serious stuff. Two rius instead, hehehe."
"Okay, then I'll wait for tomorrow morning, Ndan..."
"Ready, Miss Cecilia..."
"Hahaha." they laughed together.
Instantly the black clouds on Cecilia's face began to disappear. Ismail can always give a crisp joke that makes Cecil smile without burden.
Without them noticing, from a distance there was a pair of eyes that were paying attention to their behavior.
The raga wanted to join in the laughter of Cecil and Ismail. But it's not possible.
"Thank God you're okay, Cil. I'm sorry if I can't make you laugh like that. Maybe this is the best thing for us. We will walk in each of our paths. I hope you are always happy. Thank you for teaching me to love. Thank you, Cecilia...."
...***...
Every day Ismail always exercises a morning run around the housing complex. Listening to songs through earphones.
While enjoying the cool morning air, suddenly Ismail was surprised by the figure who came before him and stopped his small run.
"God!!! The ladder!! You're just surprised!"
"Sorry..."
"Are you here early in the morning? Want to get Cecil on a morning date?"
"I want to talk to you. Any time?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Please take care of Cecilia. Only you can make her happy..."
Ismail laughing.
"Whatchu mean? You want to hand Cecil over for me? That so?"
Rangga.
"Without you telling me, I'll take care of him."
"Good then."
"But... That feeling can't be forced, Rangga. Just so you know, I've already applied for Cecil and been rejected."
"Then you try it one more time, who knows him..."
"The ladder!!! Do not force the will. If you really want to see Cecil happy. Let him choose his happiness. Sorry Ga, this time I can't help anything."
Ismail patted Rangga on the shoulder and then ran again to follow the rhythm of the music being played.
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