Leaning Sweet Me
The lowest point of a Faiz
"Sha, is that you?" lirih Faiz with drooping eyelids.
Metta nodded slowly, she still could not believe it. The sturdy man who some time ago still showed a threat with courage. Now, like an unkempt sickle.
"Why is he Doc?" farrel asked the Doctor who had just opened the door.
"Depression, more precisely Major Depressive Disorder!"
"What is Doc?" search Metta curious.
"The traumatized patient with a great sense of loss and a high feeling of guilt, which he harbored a long time ago."
"From the results of the medical records, he lost his spirit, hasn't even slept in the past week, only seen the ceiling as it is today, or just looked at one thing."
"But he just called my name."
"That's probably because there's one powerful memory connected, so I'm calling you here."
"Maybe with that he can go back to how he was."
Metta and Farrel stared, then turned back to Faiz. "Take it as easy as you can" said the doctor patting Farrel on the shoulder.
"He needs the support of his family and those closest to him. But, I see from the police data he doesn't have a close family."
"Who knows your arrival makes the patient's condition improve. Then excuse me first."
"Thank you Doc."
Farrel rubbed Metta's back gently, as if knowing what her lover was feeling.
"El, is he gonna be okay."
"Try brother to talk to him" Farrel approached the bed where Faiz was lying. Faiz's pupils focused only on Metta.
"Halo Faiz, you'll be fine, don't give up okay." pat Faiz on the shoulder.
But Faiz did not respond at all, he looked back at the ceiling, which occasionally splashed clear water from the tip of his eyes.
Metta approached, clasping that cold hand. "Mass?" The tip of the net moves in the direction of the sound, but no words are thrown from the thin skin that begins to dry.
No words were able to come out of Metta's mouth, his heart was sliced at Faiz's current state.
Farrel touched Metta's shoulder, "I'm waiting outside, who knows if she's comfortable talking to her sister." Metta nodded, "Thank you."
Metta pulled up the chair, then sat down, facing the strapping body lying down. Although the netra they were now meeting, but the gaze from Faiz seemed to be meaningless.
Metta glanced at the food that had not been touched in the slightest. "Mas, haven't eaten well. Want me a bribe?" Metta grabbed the place to eat and scooped it up.
"Come, open your mouth."
But Faiz did not open his mouth at all, he just shook his head.
"Let's eat Mas, let the spit heal." Faiz nodded again.
"Do you want me to order food from outside? What do you want?" Metta reached into the phone from inside her bag.
Faiz remained unmoved, as if the ceiling of the room was more comfortable to see.
"You know, I also lost my father. And as the first child in the family, I felt like I was a failure because I couldn't give my best while he was alive." spitting a little porridge on Faiz's mouth that didn't resist.
"At that time I too was devastated, lost my way of life and did not know what to do." I fed more porridge into his mouth that began to chew.
"I was disappointed with the predicate of the first child with all the responsibilities on my shoulders at that time."
"And I felt useless, desperate, disappointed at the situation as well." Faiz began to chew and swallow without rejection.
"And I was also tormented by that feeling."
"Mas know? One day I realized, maybe my dad up there wouldn't like to see this kid who should be the family's pedestal turn out to be a failure and unreliable."
"He would be very sad to see a boy so proud like this."
Metta wiped off Faiz's lip and began to feed him again until the porridge in the bowl was half off.
"Tomorrow I'll bring you the food that you like best, won't you?" Faiz did not respond at all.
"Chicken betutu extra spicy, ee.eum just talk about it I'm so hungry."
"How would you like to?" Faiz again did not respond.
"Cepet healed Mas, do not waste what has been taught by mother and father, Mas must be strong."
Faiz began to respond, his lips starting to tremble. As if to say something but still stuck in the throat, only a clear circle that dropped more and more drastically on his face."
"If you want to cry, cry Mas, let out the pain that Mas feels." Metta stroked Faiz's arm.
"Everyone is often selfish, to others, or to himself. And that's human nature. So don't be discouraged." Metta this time scooped up the medicine the nurse had provided, and Faiz pressed him without coercion.
"The medicine must be drunk regularly yes, so that Mas can return to health and live everything sincerely."
Faiz began to hold Metta's hand, but her mouth still did not want to say anything.
"Pardon yourself, and your father."
Faiz began to lift Metta's fingers, then she kept them in her chest. Metta carved a smile on her lips. "I've forgiven you too Mas, even before Mas apologized."
While Farrel who was closing himself behind the door listened to everything Metta said, the corner of his lips lifted, until it was fully curved.
"This is what I love about my brother, it's easy to forgive even if it's painful."
Then Farrel went back into the room that Faiz was in. Embracing Metta and tucking her hair.
Metta glared in wonder, as if saying "Don't fuck around."
Farrel was not overdoing it as usual, when he saw his lover's hand still in Faiz's grasp, he just smiled, seeing a shocked Metta looking at him. This time he was able to mature.
" It's okay." then nodded. Makes Metta feel relieved again, and she starts to put herself in good shape.
"We're going home now?" Metta nodded.
"For me to go home, yes, tomorrow I will come again." Looking towards Farrel as if asking for his opinion.
"Yes, tomorrow we will come again, if necessary every day we come here to accompany you okay. And what was that? your favorite? chicken betutu yes..."
Faiz this time moved his pupils towards Farrel who stepped near the edge of the bed. He leaned his body towards Faiz, then whispered something in his ear.
"Don't you want to beat me in business? heal fast, I need a commensurate business Rival." Farrel patted Faiz's shoulder.
Faiz's black bead was sparkling, he nodded slowly at Farrel.
"Mas, let's go home first."
"Inget bro, which I say." pointed Farrel out by opening the door and then disappearing behind it.
"What did you whisper?"
"Secret...."
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