Don't Call My Name
Learning to Forget Each Other

Chapter 3.

A number of members of the security unit Adyaksa Hospital, East Jakarta banned journalists from covering the area of the hospital. This was done, following the suicide of beautiful artist Zara Angel, who was rushed to this hospital.

To be in the hospital area alone has received cynical treatment. Especially for taking pictures, it is strictly prohibited.

One of the members of Satpam prohibited journalists from carrying out their journalistic duties, “Do not take pictures first yes, sir,” he said while blocking the camera. Because the hospital is authorized to make a policy and prohibition not to take photos or videos in this neighborhood. The effort of this form of prohibition is to protect the privacy rights of all patients, including protecting the medical secrets of patients.

“Pak can be outside first,” said one of the other guards pushing their bodies.

“Have you heard of Artist Zara Angel?” a reporter kept pointing at the camera and the voice recorder.

“Lack of knowing me. Our duty is outside,” answer him again.

While inside, Zara was still in handling. His condition was declared critical due to taking excessive drugs. However, some treatments have been done by doctors. That is, inserting a breathing tube, pumping the stomach to remove substances from it, giving intravenous fluids to help speed up the removal of substances from the body, the following provide antidotes so that Zara can recover immediately.

Grace herself was relieved that a few hours later, Zara had already been transferred to the ward. Waiting for his boss to wake up.

“There-is just, yeah. Use suicide again, do not think about me how later,” muttered Grace, a half-woman who used to manage all the schedule of Zara activities so far. “People can think I tortured him by giving an overcrowded schedule.”

“Excuse me,” said a male voice from nearby made Grace look up to see him because the person had a body slightly taller than her. He was in front of the elevator after buying food from below due to his unbearable hunger.

“Lah, Ustaz Ray. So you called me earlier?”

Rayyan nodded her head

“How can you get in here?”

But Rayyan ignored Grace's question just now, because it asked something else that was more important, “Where is Zara's situation now?”

“How can you enter, while journalists alone cannot,” Grace is still confused by the sudden appearance of Rayyan in front of her, “oh, yes, Zara has been moved to the treatment room.”

“Surely he is not aware?” rayyan asked in a bit of panic.

“Not yet,” replied Grace lethargic, “do her, yes. May you be aware. Poor thing. He must be very depressed with the news or rumors circulating. I hope everyone doesn't blame him.” Grace answered so because she had no idea what was really going on before she found Zara lying on the floor of her room.

“What is his family inside?” Rayyan asked again.

“Which family?” grace said somewhat joltingly, “no family cares about her, except for her property. Everyone knows too, your time is not?” aware that her voice is too high, Grace then low, “sorry, I am always emotional when talking about her family who do not know themselves.”

“Can you accompany me to visit him?”

“Actually I'm confused you're this same he—but yes, already, if Ustaz really want to see me inter. But remember, just for a moment,” emphatically Grace warned.

Rayyan nodded, “Good, thank you.”

The two then went into the VVIP treatment room. There, Zara was lying on a gurney with pale lips.

“Who brought him here earlier?” Rayyan asked after sitting on the sofa provided.

“Do you know why he did this?” rayyan asked to confirm his own conjecture, is it true?

“Where do I know? At first, I went to Zara's house just to deliver clothes for the photo shoot tomorrow, but I knew it was coming, the house was deserted. Not long after that I heard the glass break in the room. And his condition was already like that, his mouth was foaming. I did not wait long to call an ambulance here,” said Grace with a complaint, “ributlah complex people. Directly viral news Zara suicide. Journalists are waiting for me to clarify in front of the hospital. But I ignored. Let it be until they are tired, later if hungry also go home.”

Grace rubbed her long hair. Frankly, he was very frustrated with the news of the Zara conjecture that was circulating. Maybe if he was another manager, the person would make a gimmick to find netizen sympathizers by doing public lies so that netizens do not continue to bully the artist. But Grace was not, she chose not to take this opportunity because sure, all the news will be dim by itself.

According to him, a lot of clarification will cause many other problems—moreover, if you speak wrongly. Not necessarily they will believe it. The existing ... problems even more runyam. Because there must always be a media that fries the news.

Grace took the food she bought just now, then chewed in front of Rayyan, “Sorry yes, I did not nawarin you eat too. There is no such thing as.”

“Ngak papa,” replied Rayyan, “I also want to go home directly. I just want to make sure how things are going. Thank you, soon there will be good news.”

“Thank you for the prayer,” Grace replied somewhat muttering as her mouth was full.

After Rayyan left, Grace muttered to herself again, “If love says love, if love says love, then love says love. Don't lie to yourself. If you already have a fiancee, you have to commit. Make sure and choose one. Not bad, not bad boy, all the same. I have experience!”

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Zara wakes up choking on her own saliva. Upon opening her eyes, she immediately found Grace's face beside her.

“Thank God you are aware,” Grace told Zara who opened her mouth to say something.

“Why am I still alive?”

“Don't be crazy, deh. Time of dreams kepengen die.”

“I've gone mad, Grace.”

“Only news like that you want to kill yourself. Sorry if I said you were stupid. Your name will shine even more if you remain calm and steadfast in facing this news. Prove to them that all this bad news is not true. You believe it, right? Everything can change, even in an instant if God wants.”

‘That's not the case, Grace .. You won't know what it's like to be hated by our loved ones.’

For a moment Zara was stunned. Huh huh? Of love?

Yes, his heart has been slow to anchor the heart to the man. I don't know since when. He doesn't know. Maybe since the first time they met?

A few minutes later, the doctor and nurse came to check on Zara's condition after Grace pressed a special call bell located above Zara's head.

“Tadi Ustaz Rayyan came to ask about your situation,” said Grace told Zara who immediately widened her happy eyes. But only a few moments, because the next few seconds, Zara again dimmed. She recalled Rayyan saying last afternoon that forbade her to say her name again—and more painful, she asked him to forget her and considered him to never know each other.

From now on, he must learn to forget. Because Rayyan is ashamed to be friends with a bad human like her.

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