DIFFERING
The Chap 16 (Noveleable)

...As complicated as any situation in front of you, never be afraid to go through it. If you don't run, walk! Just don't stop....

As if not understand the situation, the sky above continues to drop crying as if this morning would be too beautiful for the sun to warm the Earth. The little legs were running around looking for shelter. At half-seven that should have shown a ray of light was gone when the water droplets continued to hit the ground without caring about the activities of the people this morning. And this is where the girl is, in front of the shophouse that is still closed with some people who are also sheltering. His uniform was slightly wet, with a small grunt coming out of his mouth.

"Please don't rain yet, it's still early in the morning. Really," he murmured while rubbing his two palms.

He saw then the people who started running to avoid the rain were also people who desperately broke through. Until the brown iris stops right at the figure coming down from the motor. Stand among those who are there. However, his figure was not aware of his presence here.

The lips lifted thinly seeing the boy cold with both hands rubbing his arms repeatedly. Until his steps he brought closer, and then the figure realized it. Seen from how the boy's eyes are a little patterned.

"Cold huh?," said Zoya after standing right next to him-who was none other than Varo.

"Not very compromising. I know I want to go to school too."

Varo smiled slightly, nodding confirming. Both of them were silent for a long time, staring at the rain that was getting heavier with each passing second. Until some people there recklessly break through, maybe because of the busyness that can not be left.

"When will you stop? It's seven in less than ten minutes" Zoya grumbled at the clock on her wrist.

His net turned to look at Varo who was just silently looking straight ahead that looked blurry will be swift rain. Zoya let out a sigh of resignation, the child was not as usual who liked to be noisy. In fact, Zoya's voice had not heard at all. And that, makes Zoya even more anxious about the situation that is clearly not okay.

"Geev!."

Varo turned his head and just raised both eyebrows as if asking what was the matter?

Well, that's not what Zoya wants. Just raising both eyebrows? It's like it's not him.

"You sure you want to go to school?."

Varo frowned, Zoya's question made him clueless. Even Zoya herself doesn't know why she's questioning it. "Ahh forget it," said Zoya flicking her right hand.

And that damn silence came back between the two. Awkward that feels blocked at all Zoya does not like. He, he wanted to listen to the vague chatter of the boy.

"Lo's got a toothache, huh?."

"Huh?."

Zoya rolled her eyes irritated. Look, Varo is now like a fool in front of him. "Yes, from that day on, like crazy people know I don't talk to myself."

"Ah sorry brother."

"Well, which twin? No school?."

"Udah left this morning, at least until school."

Varo's voice is a little different today. And his face is now not spared from the netra Zoya who looked at every inch of it. Sure enough, when the back of his hand he put on Varo-heat spread over his skin. What does that mean, Varo has a fever?

"Body you're hot, you're sick huh? Why go to school when you are sick? Rain again."

Varo put the back of his hand on his forehead, a second later the boy's smile expanded. "Not hot Brother, Brother Zoya's hands are cold."

"No heat whatsoever, obviously lo deman. Look at your face, you're aja puket."

Varo wants to open his voice again, but the intrusion of other teenagers diverts the attention of both. "Woy, you want to be late? Break through it! Wait until your moss is here."

The uniformed man stepped out, and then stuck the gas leaving Varo and Zoya there. Right, everyone's gone. No matter the wet body.

"Breakin' yuk brother! The rain is still long, it won't be this light."

Zoya frowned disapprovingly. Now it's not a matter of late or the rain that won't stop - but the problem is that the boy is not okay.

"No! I don't want to get sick from the rain."

"But when do you want to stay here, brother? Varo also did not hurt, it's all right, "reply said Varo raised both fingers.

"Hard-headed really! It is also impossible for teachers to be angry if we are late because of the rain. I'm sure they'll make us rain."

Yes, Varo and his stubbornness will never be separated. Obviously the child's face is now increasingly visible pias. "Varo there's a math replay of the first hour, brother. Brother Zoya knows how Mr Satya is?."

Yes, Zoya knows how disciplined and strict the rules made Mr. Satya. One minute late in class alone is not allowed to follow the lesson until it is finished. Moreover, this is a repetition, there will be no remediation or follow-up for the tenth grade Mathematics teacher.

"Can you still think about it?! Look at how you used to be dong Var!."

"But Varo is okay, brother!."

"What's wrong? Your body has a fever, the face is also very shoots again. Still saying it's okay?."

Zoya angrily pulls Varo's arm to sit in the long chair behind them. Not much to resist, Varo follows Zoya without any more rebuttal. It is free to continue arguing. Because the reality is true, his body feels that he is in an unhealthy state right now. With how the throbbing in the head that increasingly felt, let alone the cold made his body feel frozen.

Zoya opens her bag, picks up the jacket she always carries. Put it on top of Varo's thigh, who then looked at him with a question mark.

"wear! Let's not catch a cold."

"No need to wear Zoya."

"Udah wear! I wear long sleeves, not cold."

Varo will return to the words before Zoya's absolute sentence is heard again. "Wear it myself or do I help wear it?!."

Varo snorted, inevitably wearing a large jacket until warm he could feel. The next second Varo's attention turns to Zoya's brown iris demanding a reply. "Have you had breakfast?."

Just the trousers that Varo gave. And a rough breath again came out of Zoya's mouth. "Next time don't eat late. Breakfast is important, if you do not want rasain sick have magh. Do not try the same gastric problems," Zoya cerocos while reopening her bag and taking the stock box that Zoya always carries with her every extra.

"Feed first! Don't be rejected, just eat!."

"G-."

"Eat by myself or am I bribe?!."

Varo again snorted to receive the forced supply box that was in his hand. "It's not really worth it."

"Diem! Eat up! Understand?!."

Finished the little debate was not when Varo feed a spoonful of rice and side dishes with force. To argue once, it may not be his hand that feeds the food, but Zoya's hand that forces the child to swallow it.

"Sir Zoya ate too, huh?!," said Varo very softly. Afraid that his words would go wrong again.

"Huh?."

Zoya knew what Varo meant when the child's hand was slightly raised with a look as if offering herself to eat the provisions. "Not to eat. I had breakfast."

Bribes after mouthfuls that felt bland in Varo's mouth also did not make the rain in front there intend to end the jubilation. In a long silence, Zoya's daydream slowly ran where. It was crazy enough to think of this as in the novels he had read. Very novel, isn't it? Ah crazy, don't be so bouncing.

"Udah? How not to be killed?."

"Udah full Brother."

Zoya received the box, then put it back in the bag. Glances at the wrist watch that shows half-eight. Time goes by quickly without them noticing.

"Entar let me help you tell Mr. Satya. Let's go for a follow-up."

"Emang Brother Zoya is brave?."

"Dare to be afraid if you're not wrong."

The two fell silent in their minds. Until Zoya's voice crept between the rumbling rain. "Where are you sleeping?."

There's a pause before Varo replies to Zoya's question.

"In the hospital."

"Vero either?."

Varo nodded. Say sorry in your heart when you lie. Yes, it is true that both were in the hospital last night. But, for sleep problems - Varo and Vero can't justify that. Because all night they just stay in the waiting room with negative thoughts that continue to haunt the two.

"It's a headache, isn't it?."

"No, you say Varo is good."

Zoya clucked, she knew. That the kind word the child said was inversely proportional to the look on his face.

Varo said not when the throbbing again made his head hurt. Just making a sound to answer Zoya's questions is very difficult, opening her eyes will only make the dizzy torture her even more.

"When you go back to school, you want to go back to the hospital?."

Finding Varo's old response, the girl turned her head. Finding Varo leaning with his eyes closed scared him. "Var, lo why?" he asked shaking Varo's shoulder.

Varo murmured indistinctly while kneeling his temple. And that made Zoya even more upset. "It's not raining anymore, ck."

"It hurts Var? Dizziness, or what? Where does it hurt? Your body is getting hot. Var replied, don't make me afraid dong," his grunts also sewn on Varo's head who refused to open his eyes.

"It's okay, brother. Just dizzy, ntar also bright."

"Ck, you're okay from now on. If it hurts to say! No one will be angry."

Varo smiled, slowly opening his two eyes which instantly caught the clear radiance of both Zoya's netra that looked worried about him. Ah, really that kid doesn't want to fly high right now. But, what can I do. Moments like this one she always misses. Someone worried about him when he was sick. It has long felt not to see the radiance of anxiety when he was in a state of falling.

"Favor, Brother."

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"The patient's condition is still stable now. But, if the cardiac arrest is back - we can only hope for the good news."

The Doctor's words caused Varo's anger to ignite, clutching the Doctor's collar with reddened eyes.

"What is that you should say as a Doctor, hm?!."

"Swake up my mom no matter what!."

Varo's hand slipped from the white coat as the pull in his hand also forced elusan to defuse his anger. The incident a moment ago almost made the three teenagers there hold their breath. When the loud voice of the heart rate detector sounds loud.

After the Doctor resigned his retreat, his body decays along with all the relief and cries of fear come out without orders.

"Var, yes. You have to be strong, pity Vero."

Varo turned to look at Vero who was sitting with the face he hid between his knees. Yeah, right, Zoya said.he can't be like this. There is Vero who is also no less fragile than him. And Varo realized, since yesterday the two had not opened their voices. It's like saving the pain yourself without sharing it with each other.

"Take Vero gih! Let me take care of Aunt Miranti."

"Lo, still dizzy?" asked Zoya before Varo stepped closer to Vero.

Varo shook his head in response. After taking medicine from the UKS earlier, the throbbing was no longer felt. His body still feels weak, but it's okay if the throbbing that he did not feel anymore.

"Vero needs lo Var. You have to be strong!."

Zoya's steps he took into Miranti's room after the twins walked to the cafeteria. He slowly sat his body on the side chair of the gurney.

"Assalamualaikum Aunt."

"Include me, I'm Zoya. Emm. Varo's friend Vero, maybe."

Zoya smiled amusedly, friend? Ah, you could say that.

"Aunty doesn't want to wake up? Don't feel sorry for the twins?."

Zoya stared fixedly at every inch of Miranti's face that looked pale. As he knew, whether it was true or not.if the coma person could still hear the sounds around him. And, Zoya is trying to do that. Inviting the middle-aged woman to chat despite not getting a reply.

"Tante knows, Varo is very fond of Vero Auntie. If aunty kayak gini, they will also be very sad Tan. The proof is, from yesterday Varo same Vero his face was very scuffed. Not good to see, so not good to see," he said ended the oddity.

"Zoya knows, Auntie must also love very much the same both of them?."

"If your aunt loves them, Auntie quickly wake up. Don't make them sad anymore."

Zoya opened her bag, and pulled out a small object from inside. The green Koran he observed before turning to look at Miranti.

"Zoya knows Aunt is non-Muslim. But what Zoya knows, if people in a coma are recited verses of the Quran in shaa Allah will quickly realize. It's okay Tan, if Zoya is bacain for Auntie?."

"Even though Aunt is not a Muslim, but if the person who is paying will not sin Tan?" asked Zoya who did not need an answer.

He opened the little Quran. Then slowly read the basmalah and the verses he read with full supplication. Every inch of his finger pointed verse by verse, every time Zoya begged God to bring back the figure in front of him. A very meaningful figure for the twins.

Long Zoya studied, unknowingly five minutes after she finished.During that there are two pairs of netra that observe from the small glass door of the room of the hospital. A small smile was drawn from both.

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