AMONG THE 3A
CHAPTERS 168. ANGELA WILSON AND DWIANA
"Angela .. I miss you again."
Seven years ago.
I met a girl named Angela Wilson, my underclassman when high school accompanied papa on duty as a psychiatric doctor at Central Melbourne, Australia hospital.
She is a cheerful, energetic, tomboyish and what she is. The only girlfriend I've had since my move, she was my first love.
I was so impressed with Angela because of the honesty of her attitude among the dozens of girls who approached me who were always decorated with pretense. That taste I let grow to produce millions of flowers that fill the garden of love in the recesses of the heart.
"My angela, tomorrow I will visit you yes, bring you your favorite lily. .. It's been a long time since I've set foot here."
"Lusa is the anniversary of papa's death, although his body is not buried here but many sweet memories with him in this country, the same city I knew you."
Cycling to mountain climbing to surfing. Rayyan enjoyed her teenage years with her father before the verdict.
Papa was alone, feeling he was no longer useful because of paralysis due to spinal injuries that he often ignored. Papa was diagnosed with paralysis, a neurological disorder that regulates the movement of body muscles. He has suffered spinal injuries due to his hobbies climbing and other extreme sports.
Mama was also forbidden to see him, because she was embarrassed because a Rayhan Atmaja who was known to be active energetic and romantic is now paralyzed and must spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.
Papa is a psychiatric doctor but is unable to organize his soul to stay sane. Papa's despair eventually led him to a decrease in the spirit to live. No longer do medical efforts such as physiotherapy, occupational, or taking drugs until severe stress hurts.
Mama was determined to come secretly to visit us here after six months Papa forbade visiting.
Six months later, continuing to fight with shame and despair, Papa finally went home in Mama's lap. That day my world collapsed, I lost the idol who had been embracing me.
Because we have no relatives here, Mama finally asked me to come home. Leaving this country, abandoning my love, leaving Angela without explanation.
I forgot it for a moment to organize my heart because of the insensitive regret of recognizing the symptoms when Papa often complained of pain. I thought he was a doctor who must have been aware of his condition, but I was wrong.
It was this regret that led me on the path of a doctor's education. Rayyan Ar-rasyid, a neurologist, because intrigued to know in detail the cause of Papa's pain.
The third year Papa came home, I remembered Angela back. Bravely eroding the distance from London to Australia rushed to meet her, hoping she forgave me and willing to come with me to continue our relationship, knitting the future together.
But alas, the girl I was looking for had passed away, she had leukemia she was unaware of.
My world is broken again, the forgotten love of heart has left me completely. I couldn't imagine how much pain it would be when the disease gnawed at his body but I wasn't there by his side.
"You know Angela, how hard it was for me to forget you back then, seven years ago, school at once worked in a cafe for the cost of his life wasted in an orphanage."
"I'm sorry I left you here alone, I'm sorry I ever forgot you, Angela Wilson...."
Rayyan is looking at the skyline of Melbourne tonight. The cold wind began to touch her pure white skin pores, sweeping away the clear fur that still lingered when she remembered it, reminiscing about her love for a girl named Angela Wilson.
She's like Dwiana.
Not feeling affection, always alone living his day, but still energetic and cheerful. If Angela is soft, like Dwiana, always has a spicy mouth.
Deghs.
"Wiana?"
"How are you, boy, may you be well away from your family .. rest assured that you are never alone, God will surely send protectors for you someday."
Cringes. Cringes.
Call went into his cell phone.
"Arzu?"
"Doctor Rayyan, where are you?"
"Aussie, why?"
"No, I visited my Papa's memories as well as someone here, I'm on leave .. Don't bother me, what's wrong?"
"I asked for a recommendation for physiotherapy here, donk, I'm less confident if I don't get a recommendation by a fellow expert in the field, you know better my Mama's condition."
"Doctor Darren Anderson, my senior."
"What woman?"
"Who are you, I'll find ya. .. You disturb my nostalgia, Arzu!" sergeant's pissed.
"Rather than nostalgia is not clear, mending help me not to worry mumpung you there because I do not believe when asking for help others .. beautiful coincidence is not it?"
"What coincidence?"
"You're in Perth, Sidney, Melbourne, Darwin?"
"Ck kepo, I don't want to be disturbed, have you asked?"
"Come on, where? I asked for help related to life," Pinta Dewiq at the end there worried about Dwiana's condition.
"What, who?"
"Dwiana .. she's in Melbourne .. there were no obvious warning signs that she was sick until that day." (He was in Melbourne, but there was no sign that he was sick at the time_to Indo_.)
"So?"
"She stayed for a third day and the pain was even worth .. Please visit her if you have time or you send someone to check on her. i beg you." (He stayed there for three days but the pain got worse)
"Address? I'll try and I will visit her tomorrow, maybe." (I'll try and maybe visit him tomorrow)
"Ring Rosetta, studio flat A 2nd floor, Melbourne, not tomorrow, soon ... Aeyza said this afternoon she was still very limp .. come on Doctor Rayyan, I beg you please...." (Oh Doctor Rayyan, please)
"It's twelve o'clock in the evening Arzu, a few hours in the morning, be patient .. I'm sleepy, bye."
Rayyan unilaterally shuts down the call from Dewiq. He then checked the distance between the Dwiana apartment with its current location. Close, just twenty minutes from here.
"My leave is disturbed .. I'll see you first Dwi, make sure you're okay then I'll visit Angela."
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Dwiana Apartment.
Perches.
His body was shaken because of the sight that was twitching. The flower pot on her bookshelf broke scattered on the floor due to being accidentally knocked over as she tried to hold her body so as not to fall.
His body temperature went up and down and the heat came back. His lips were as pale as a corpse, his body trembled yet he was thirsty, very thirsty. The bottle was empty, he was running out of energy to fill it. Until forced to walk slowly to the refrigerator hoping cool water can reduce heat from the body. Soaking up the esophagus is like the barren land of the Ethiopian state.
"Ha-us, Lord, do not let me ma-ti in solitude," her tears shed, the heat soaked her face.
"Ali-en's...."
Brugh.
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