Don't Call Me an Actor
Go away

A relationship based on selfishness is a fragile one.

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I wept for the departure of the Father who did not heed my call. I could only cry and cry until my voice ran out, no more sounds came out of my throat. I sobbed.

A hand held me tightly, crying with me. I don't know who's holding my hand. Yet I could feel her warmth, her care, her sincerity.

Right now I just see a warm white light. Makes me feel comfortable and calm. I want to dive into that warm light. But it was as if my body was holding something. There's a hose that snared my right hand. There were also some hoses embedded in my chest.

A large hose blowing air in my nose felt very disturbing. As if pumping air to fill the lungs. I tried to let go of the hoses that were bothering me. My efforts have not succeeded. It was as if the hoses were firmly embedded in my body.

My hand was still too weak to hang for a moment in the air. Then it drooped weakly helplessly. My eyes blurred, I was carried into a warm light. I felt comfortable being lulled in an intangible dream. I hear my sayups hear voices. The voice of a very gentle woman. Her voice was warm and motherly. But it wasn't my mother's voice.

"Please just take good care of the patient." The gentle word of the woman. I want to open my eyes. But it felt like my eyes were so heavy like there was glue attached to the eyelids of both my eyes. I wanted to raise your hand, but my fingers felt like they were frozen.

Is she mom? I want to hug her. I want to feel the warmth of your mother's embrace. But the woman walked away from me.

The atmosphere was silent again, the warm light kept accompanying me. Some time long enough I was confined in a warm light, hypnotizing me in silence. Until I felt a hug. Warm embrace, radiating all over my body. Like a blanket wrapped tightly around the surface of my body.

A gentle whisper stopped in my ear, "Ana... Wake Ana..." The gentle whisper that makes my heart peaceful. Her voice is so sweet. It makes me feel good to always hear that voice. I wanted to reach for that voice, but again my hand could not move. My hands are like wooden branches, no nerves are felt.

Why am I... Am I really dead? Why did the void come back when the voice was inaudible?

With all my might, I moved my hand. But all my efforts have not been successful.

"Doctors.the patient responds..." I heard another woman screaming.

Immediately my consciousness gathered. I'm not dead yet, and right now I have to fight. I move my strength into my two hands. Even though it didn't seem to be paying off, I kept trying. I want to wake up.

I saw a small light, it went through my eyeballs. The longer it gets dazzling.

"How's Doc...? Is Ana conscious?" I heard a very soft female voice. The voice was heard from a place very close to me. I was trying to find a face that framed that soft voice. But all that can be caught by my net is a soft warm light.

"Thank God, the patient is past his critical period. There's been a sign that soon the patient will be conscious." Said a man's voice.

"Thank God." said the woman's voice with great relief.

I tried my hardest to move my fingers. I managed. I can control the movement of my fingers. I could faintly see the shadow of the two people in front of me. I worked my eyes to reinforce my eyes.

The two people in front of me, a middle-aged man and woman were seriously conversing. I tried to attract their attention because my throat was dry with thirst.

"To.to.long, ai.r" My yelling effort left only a whisper. Maybe only I can hear it. It turned out that the soft-spoken woman heard my whisper. He looked towards me.

"Thank God, you finally realized son!" I'm afraid to see you're so awful." He said with a regretful look.

"A. water." My whisper hopes to get the drinking water I so desperately need.

The woman immediately took a bottle of mineral water. Poked his straw to my lips. I immediately sipped the mineral water to immediately wet my dry esophagus.

"Tri.ma ka.sih." My speech stammered. I started to collect my memories. Why did I get to this place? I remember Angga. Where is that evil man who tried to kill me? Drown me in the bathtup with no feelings. Just out of jealousy, Angga turned into a very evil monster.

My tears are flowing. Lamenting the pain that suddenly entered my heart.

"Prophey, son...." The woman's delicate hand caressed my head. Provides calmness, which is instantly contagious. Make my crying stop.

The middle-aged woman looked at me with a look of pity. There was pain looming from the look in his eyes.

"Where am I?" Ask me to try to find out. Because even though medical devices are around me, the order of the room shows this is not a hospital room.

"Ana. You're at mom's house. Calm down.. Is Ana hungry? Mama's a bribe?" Ask the woman attentively.

"Whose mother?" I asked confused because the woman called herself mom? While I don't know him at all. Instantly I gasped, remembering the story of Angga. Is the woman in front of me her mother? Mama who is possessive of her child?

"Ana.. introduce, my name is Ms. Sherly, her mother is Angga. But Ana better call mom. Mama's really sorry for treating Angga to you. Thank goodness you are not married. That'd be better." Sherly said with regret.

"We're married." My muttering. I've resigned that Ms. Sherly will vent her anger and torture me like Angga's treatment of me.

But it seems like my guess was wrong, Ms. Sherly hugged me right away. He cried and apologized to me many times.

"Ana. I'm sorry. If you knew sooner, you wouldn't have had to go through something like this." Ms. Sherly was still sobbing, as if it was all her fault.

"Miss excuse me, this is my non Ana porridge delivery." Said a girl in nurse uniform. He carried a tray with him containing a bowl of porridge and a glass of milk.

"yes. thank you, sust..." Ms. Sherly received the porridge from the nurse's hand. "Father let me take the bribe. Sister must have been tired all night looking after Ana. Sister just take a break." Sherly said kindly.

"Yes, thank you. Then excuse me." The nurse excused herself, she came out of the room.

Ms. Sherly helped me to sit leaning on the headboard. He deliberately stacked two pillows on my back so that I could sit upright. Ms. Sherly took the congee from the table. He fed me with great patience. Until the porridge in the bowl runs out.

"Good enough to eat, you will recover soon." Ms. Sherly said while still helping me drink a glass of warm milk.

"Thank you, ma'am..." My word is sincere.

"Call mama yes...!" Prosecute Sherly's mom.