I'M NOT YOUR DREAM
Chapter 12 The Angel of Death

The night air felt like it was piercing bones. The cold weather enveloped the atmosphere. Not to mention the AC in the room was on. I'm sipping warm coffee next to you. My stomach was not full of food all day. I'm throwing a leg for a second. Straighten the back that almost a day has not rested.

“Tell your Ma'am Nduk, tell her to clean the house. Items that look inappropriate in the living room tell to get rid of. ”

“Indeed why buk? ”.

“Looks your Father's life is not long anymore. ” Mother whispers into my ear. Which makes my heart want to fall out. It could be true. This night's Eve was different than usual. Looks like the coming of the angel tonight_. My mind is in my heart.

I went to the bathroom. My tears can no longer be shed. I'm not gonna spill it in front of Mom.

“Yes Allah if you will take the life of your Father please do not tonight, O Allah. I won't be able to see this happen. ”

“Sholat Nduk later go to sleep loh”. I have to admit, my mother has no equal. He is always calm and strong in dealing with all problems. I know, right now Mom's heart is in a mess. But he did not see that sadness in me.

“Nduk if your Father is taken We just let it go. I do not think that your Father lives in this situation, said the doctor Father may continue to use the tool to help his breathing. Poor Nduk Bapakmu”. I clenched to Mom though with a heavy heart and cried without a sound.

“Ya You slept first. Mother who will take care of your Father”.

“No ma'am, I'll stay up late with Ibu”.

“You sleep Khof. I don't like it when you keep mengeyel”.

My mother has orders for me. I comply. Lay out a pillow and then wrap my whole body in a blanket. I turned my back to the Father who slept in the Hospital Bed. I can't imagine losing you at this half-baked age. You must be with me until I grow up. Until I graduate college, then pursue my career to success. Then get married and have a funny kid. I cried in silence in the blanket. If you know, it hurts a lot. But how else tonight can not be invited to compromise. Like the coming of the angel of death. I finally fell asleep and was already surfing in a dream. I don't know what dream I forgot. But my heart hurts. Stuffy. I finally woke up because of the cold. Mom's still awake. Alongside the Father while constantly reading the do'a in the ears of the Father.

“Bu, replace me who stayed up ya”.

The cold still covered the room. Whether it is more suitable in what is called, a person or a figure . The hospital curtains. Then greet my Father. He smiled, nodded then a few moments later and closed his eyes and did not breathe.

“Mr...Sired... ”.

“Nduk... ”

“Mr... ”. I hope you can wake up again .

“Nduk... Wake up dawn” prayers.

“Astaghfirullah's... Sired... ”

“Why you? ”.

I looked at the place where the Father lay.Alhamdulillah it turns out the Father only sleeps and still breathes.

“Sholat Nduk's... ”

I hurried to get some water. The current mood was completely chaotic. “Yes Allah dream what I last night”. My inner.

“If indeed you will take my Father please do not now Ya Allah”. That is the only thing I can say in my heart.