Am I Different?
(S2) ~ Hospital

I felt that aura close to me. I try to move my head with all my might in order to see it. But my head was not fully moved, it could only shift a little from where I was lying.

My eyes looked up, looking a little like the figure of a little boy sitting right on top of my head. I couldn't see him in his entirety, only to see him with his head lowered and his hands clutching his own knees.

"Esteh, who?" I asked while looking at Esther who was in her place earlier.

Esther as fast as lightning came beside me, she stared intently at the figure that was above my head.

"Getty!" call me.

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The figure above me began to move and show his face even if only from the side. There were blank eyes without eyeballs, a face that was deathly pale and shattered and blood was everywhere.

At first I thought it was a little boy sitting and holding his knee, but I was wrong, maybe he was older than me.

On his face was so clear, a sad face. His heart was beating faster, because of the shock when he first looked at his face.

"Who?" my many.

The figure was silent, not giving any response. With his position remains as early as showing his face, making me feel uncomfortable over time.

I who am now in this room only with my mother can not ask for any help, while my father drove my grandmother to the inn while I was cared for here.

"Esteh, this could not be a creature told to go," I said in my heart.

Because of my circumstances, which made it difficult for me to interact with humans, so that only with esther I was able to tell it.

"Help me!" said the creature.

"Why? And please what? I can't do much with my situation like this either" I replied.

"Let me enter your body!" said the creature.

"No! Can't! I don't want to be separated from my body again, I want to live a quiet life" I replied firmly.

Esther strongly pulled the figure away from me, a feeling of relief felt in my heart. I try to close my eyes, I still hope that what I am experiencing right now is just a dream.

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I wanted to wake up from my sleep, and escape from this nightmare. Just closed eyes, not lost my consciousness, felt a drop of water fall right on my forehead.

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I opened my eyes looking up, looking creepy and bloody figures everywhere. My heart was pounding again, wanting me to scream and run for now.

It was again my circumstances that made me give up on all this. The panic made me forget to read the holy Quran. I just want to scream for now.

The figure was getting closer and closer to my face, blood dripping and falling on my face.

"Go!" my words remain in my heart.

"Hahaha, you weak creature!" said the creature with an echoing voice.

The mother who fell asleep in a sitting position and her head rested in the gurney I was in, making her not aware of my panic.

"What do you want?" my many.

"Your body!" answer the creature.

I try to thrash and keep thrashing to wake mom up, my body is full of soaking sweat. I kept trying even though I felt tired.

From my hard work, my fingers moved and hit my mom's wrists. I was shocked when the touch occurred. He looked at my face full of sweat.

"She, is her hand moving?" said the mother with a smile implied on her beautiful face.

My hands are able to move, yet still remain disorganized. He kissed my hand right then and there. I hope you also understand my current panic.

"Dedek, how much sweat? Dedek's scared again?" ask mother.

I cannot speak yet and my hands cannot move so regularly that I tell you with eye gestures.

I gestured by looking at my mother, then looking at the creature. I do it alternately and continuously.

"Hahaha, you'll be my slave. Your body can't do anything, I'll take over!" said the creature with a terrifying voice.

Mom quickly took the Quran from my grandmother's house at the table in my room. He read the holy verse of the Qur'an carefully, occasionally looking at me.

Sweat was pouring more and more, felt that the creature gripped my body firmly. I couldn't even run, I thought maybe this was the end of my life.

"O Allah, I follow all your strength" I said in my heart, closing my eyes.

My chest tightened with the energy of the creature, I coughed, my breathing was wheezing. Mother firmly gripped my hand, while continuing to recite the holy verse of the Quran. Maybe that's mom's way of encouraging me to stick around.

Slowly my tight chest felt a little relieved and the pull of the creature that previously felt strong, was now slowly getting weaker.

I tried to reopen my eyes, the figure thrashed without making a sound. The grip over time is not felt with the disappearance of the creature. After that, I tried to catch my breath, then stared at my mother.

He was still reading the Qur'an, and clasped my hand tightly. Tears fell back on her cheeks.

I tried with all my might to speak, but one experiment did not yield any results. But it did not discourage me to keep trying, many times I tried to make a sound finally can.

"B-b-b .. ma'am," say it with great difficulty.

He stopped his reading, then looked at me. He immediately ended the reading with the words, "sadaqaallahuladzim."

He placed the Qur'an right next to his hand, then stroked my head.

"Dedek, thank God today I hear your voice again, even with a stammer" said smilingly and falling tears.

"A-a-a-yah." I tried to talk again as much as I could and mom was seen waiting for my words.

Mom quickly hugged me, there was the sound of mother's crying breaking at this moment. He got up from his seat, and then made the same prostration of gratitude as the creator.

"Thank God, O Allah. You answered our prayers, forgive us if all this time the lack of gratitude in the heart for the favors you gave us" said the mother.

I shed tears again when I heard my mother's words. I realized that my life has been complaining too much. At this time I can live, breathe and gather with the family, it includes the pleasure given by the Supreme giver of the life of Allah SWT.

Sometimes we as human beings forget to be grateful for that favor. Maybe out there there are still many people living worse than my current situation, maybe there are also people who have the same fate as me, but not as lucky as I live properly.

I shed my tears, I want to make a prostration of gratitude just like my mother did.

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