Moon
Fried Rice Lovers Bulldozer
I regret not writing..
My anger is silent..
My sorrow is in the wound...
My race disappeared without question..
If only your eyes could see my heart..
Countless stab wounds from you
But I'm still standing, not because I can't leave..
But still looking for, my reason for leaving..
If your regret is unstoppable again...
Push me until I fall down and don't stand up...
Until I realized that you can no longer be maintained...
_Woodle
Kenanga opened her eyes, but the light rays along with the pure white paint made her eyes glare, Kenanga tried to remember what had happened to her. And try to remember the words of Athar in his dreamland.
"You're sober son" Mama Anesa moved from the long sofa approaching to Kenanga. her palm rubbed the top of the princess's head just like her.
"Yesterday it was Athar who brought you here, and Athar's son who is now your doctor. Mama did not expect that Athar took a urology specialist, either a coincidence or the fate of God who sent Athar back to heal the mother's daughter"
"Son, it looks like Athar's feelings are still unchanged, still the same. Mama could see the sincerity and deep love from the look in her eyes. Don't you intend to explain what happened a few years ago to Athar??"
"Ma...." Kenanga replied in a soft voice while shaking her head.
"But it's not fair to Athar son, he must have suffered alone. I know you both suffer, but I think you better explain what really happened before and after the wedding. Whether Athar will accept or reject reality, that's his right."
"Ma, stop. What has passed, let it pass. Kenanga doesn't want to remember. Anyway, what Kenanga talked to Athar about, won't change anything. Besides Kenanga's condition like this, Kenanga did not want to burden Athar ma"
"Son, as long as you know, Athar is currently doing a kidney match test, if suitable he will donate his kidney for you. Don't you feel sorry for Athar's sacrifices all this time??? He hurt you, but his love never diminished. Think of all your mama's words" Anesa rubbed her daughter's shoulders and passed her back to sit on the couch.
Kenanga was silent hearing the clarity of her mother, she did not expect that. Athar could have gone that far for himself after all that had happened between the two of them. Does Kenanga have to tell the story of several years ago?? but it feels tough for Kenanga, especially with her current condition.
Had he told her all the truth that happened would that not have made Athar difficult???
"Good morning" A familiar voice heard by Kenanga, seen Athar enter the room wearing a maroon shirt lined with white suits, not spared gold-framed glasses that add to the impression of masculine, masculine, she was followed by several nurses who carried notes in her hands.
"Good morning, Miss Kenanga, how is she doing right now?? are there any complaints?" ask Athar so formally
But Kenanga fell silent, locking her mouth tightly. His two beads tried unwillingly to stare at Athar.
"My daughter just woke up doc. Maybe the effect of painkillers given to my daughter so that she rested so calmly from yesterday"
"Well, I checked" Athar smiled kindly as he pressed a stethoscope against Kenanga's chest, carefully examining Kenanga's condition and asking the nurse to take note. After the examination, Athar said goodbye to go check on other patients.
Kenanga looked at Athar's back, which had now disappeared behind the door of the room that had closed. Athar looks so professional at work, even Kenanga feels that Athar does not treat himself special, even as if he and Athar are only patients and doctors no more or not know each other so closely. Kenanga's heart rippled a little when she was welcomed just like any other patient.