Our Story: The Sudden Chancellery
83. May Go

It has been a few days Yahya was in the ICU with conditions that decreased drastically from the time he was rushed here the other day.

Gala, Viani, Gemma, Marni alternately waited for Yahya who was lying weakly inside. Gala especially, the man actually looked sleep-deprived with dark circles under his eyes.

While Viani, after school directly to the hospital and waiting here accompany Gemma. Then later, Gala takes Viani home before dinner to stay at Mona's house, because Gemma's house is now completely empty, the woman only comes home to pick up clothes.

Gemma has also asked Dante for permission to look after Yahya by explaining the man's condition to the owner of the music course. Fortunately, Dante did not mind and gave Gemma permission as long as she wanted.

“This, breakfast for you,” bargain Gemma on Gala who is struggling with the work she brought to this place. The woman brought him a box of chicken porridge which he bought in the hospital cafeteria. “You don't rest first? You slept last night for only 3 hours.”

Gemma was also worried about her fiance. From yesterday, the most busy taking care of Yahya was the man. He is the one who takes care of the administration until he talks to the doctor about the latest news from Yahya in detail.

“Thanks Honey,” Gala replied as she welcomed the styrofoam box from her fiance's hand and ate it without delay. “No pa-pa, slow work again. Oh yea. At the latest, the day after me and Dad were on their way. Your passport, Marni and Viani are likely to be three days away, Felix will take you to the airport.”

The next Gala plan was to take Yahya to Singapore on a private jet, after full administration. That man, really did all the things he could.

Gemma couldn't help but be curious. “I can nanya?”

“Hm?”

“How good are you with Daddy?”

Gala stopped stirring her porridge then pondered. “You know, if Papa and Mama I have died a long time ago. Actually if I could, I would like to turn back time to that time. Repeating all the things I could do for my parents. You know that? I can't prove it to them if I'm a good boy. But it was their turn to leave, I was the one who did not accept it the most.

After I thought about it, how could I be like that? You want that time I pushed all of you away so distressed? That's actually me getting really angry. Angry, why don't I do things that please them before they God calls. I kept asking them why they were going when I was in such a wayward position.

I don't doain Daddy died fast. I want you to live and be a witness to our marriage, walk you down the isle and hand you over to me for the rest of my life. But if all happens not according to our plan, all the opportunities that we can do before our parents are gone will not be repeated.

I don't want you to be like me when you're not around. Want to regret, will not accept, all is no longer useful, Gem.”

It's like there's an invisible hand slapping Gemma's face from left to right. His heart seemed to be stabbed deeply and made his chest tight not playing.

“You've hurt yourself long enough by hating Dad. It's time you let your wounds clean, so that you heal quickly and do not feel pain anymore,” Gala put down her porridge box and gently embrace Gemma's shoulder.

The woman beside him was at a loss for words. His mouth opened, but not a single word came out from there. She looked at Gala with teary eyes. All the talk this morning that suddenly became serious, made his throat feel choked.

“I guess... I still need time,” says Gemma in the end.

Gala greeted the sentence with pleasure. Although it is difficult, at least Gemma is willing to open her heart a little.

“I need a minute to be alone, Gala. I have to get out of here.”

“Take your time. Just let me know wherever you are, yeah?”

...***...

And here he was, standing before a tomb gate. He sighed then walked in, passing through various forms of tombstones. Some are big, some are small. Some are well maintained, some are shabby because it has not been cleaned for a long time. On a clear day there was no funeral at all.

Gemma walked every path, looking for a gravestone she hadn't visited in a long time. But from afar, his eyes caught a single figure he had just contacted a few days ago.

“Om Dante,” greet Gemma who did not expect the middle-aged man was here. “Om alone? Which other one?”

Dante looked over, he looked surprised. “Gemma. I am alone, don't bring my friends. How is Yahya?”

“Dad again in ICU.” Gemma's gaze was fixed straight on Paramitha Wilson's name on her headstone.

Dante's expression changed. “Yahya? It's that bad?”’

“Iya,” great-grandson Gemma weak. “Padahan this Monday just want in-kemo.”

Dante stared at the nano, alternating between Gemma and Mitha's navel, as if he were asking permission on the corpse that had been buried in the ground for 2 years for what he would do. The man was no longer able to hold back the secrets he had kept for so many years.

“Gem, there is one thing you should know about Mitha.”

“What is Om?”

“I’m sorry, Mit,” whispered before staring at Gemma. “Can you stop hating your own father?”

“Why Om suddenly talking like this?”

Dante breathed heavily. He looked at Gemma beside him with regret. Gemma who felt something was wrong, frowned and looked at Dante questioningly.

“Your father and we have known each other for a long time. He was indeed a slightly light-handed person and had poor emotional control. If he is angry, it is not nice to see,” said Dante in frustration while sipping a cigarette between his index and middle fingers.

The man's expression was now so complicated. It was like there was a huge burden on his shoulders that he had not yet let go. He looked at Gemma with disdain. He could no longer see Mitha's daughter fully. Too embarrassed to feel. Especially after hearing that Yahya was sick.

Gemma can't forever be immersed in her wrong perceptions. This has to be straightened out, even if this isn't something that's true. There is not one good thing about the truth that is covered up. This is Dante's biggest move. Although he was unable and too reluctant to meet Yahya, at least, this was all he could do to make amends for his past mistakes before it was too late.

Gemma was not surprised at all. He thought Yahya was right.

What he needs now is a confirmation, which can reinforce his reasons for forgiving the father.

But how much Gemma wants to extract that information from Dante, everything must stop because the Gemma phone does not stop sounding.

...***...

“Where are you anyway, Gem?” gala asked in a high tone because Gemma could not be contacted since half an hour ago.

“I'm almost there,” replied the woman while spurring her car quickly. Fortunately, he arrived at the hospital safely.

Blood rippled so fast. Adrenaline that was driven because speeding on the road has not subsided when his legs carried him running down the long hospital hallway until arriving in front of an area that reads ICU. There, already stood Gala and Viani who had just returned home from school.

He had just received a message from Gala telling him to go home immediately, for Yahya was declared to be a respiratory failure.

Yahya from the windshield. How Yahya had no energy, even to open his eyes he could not.

“Why can?” ask Gemma to her fiance.

“We must be ready for the worst possible, Gem. Dad we can no longer take it from here,” Gala looked at Gemma full of regrets. “I’m so sorry.”

Until those hours turned into seven days of anxiety and stress for Gala and Gemma. Many times the monitor was long, and many times Yahya's life was almost lost.

In that gurney, Yahya had already become increasingly thin in a matter of days. His legs no longer look strong. His muscles that initially still look hard, now gone. The face that initially still looks ferocious, now paled and lost color. The body was already so fragile, as if if it were pinched just a little, the flesh would easily be detached from the bones.

Gemma's chest is like being squeezed. Every second he spent here felt like a hell full of deadly surprises.

The Aditya family alternately comes every day to provide full support for Gemma who currently looks very desperate. But on top of that, Gemma knew that it was she who kept Yahya from staying here. In his silence, he actually did not want Yahya to leave. His little heart could not let go at all.

“He's tired, Gem,” Gala told him. “I don't have the heart to see Daddy suffer like that.”

Gemma knows. So without saying anything else, he went into the ICU room, to the room where his father was.

“Dad?” call him as he arrives before the curtain blocking his view from the father's body.

Open the curtains slowly. His eyes were presented with such a sweeping sight. Yahya lay on a gurney with his eyes closed. A thick hose came in through his mouth. Different types of wires were stuck on his body.

There are two monitors displaying the latest vital signs in the form of waves and numbers, one of which continues to emit ‘bip’ sound as much as 3 times per fifteen seconds. Who would have thought that this simple sound could make the feelings and mental of the patient waiters fall apart?

Yahya's situation is more terrible when viewed without a glass bulkhead from the outside.

All over Gemma's body felt limp. He slowly approached the father and sat down languidly on the waiting chair. He approached the father. I hope that what he says can be heard by Yahya.

“Daddy tired?” ask her in a soft voice as if her interlocutor is able to respond to her every word. “Daddy want Gemma what? Hm?”

Gemma's waiting. But those eyes remained closed. His mouth that was blocked by the hose also did not give any answer.

“Dad want to hear? Gemma doesn't want to think about the past. Dad, don't worry. I'm not going to tell you what happened between us. Wake up, Dad, I'll be with the wedding gala. If you leave now, who anther Gemma to the altar later?”

He saw the father who was still in his sleep. Yahya's only daughter was still denying herself, hoping her father would get out of that bed.

However, Gala said, His father was tired. The old man had finally reached the end of his strength that had been sucked away. This scene further makes Gemma's heart crumble dimmer.

He felt a rough hand that had once hit him while holding him in love. That his father used to be a good father. If Mitha hadn't cheated, maybe until now their lives would have been fine.

“Honey...” Gemma turned to Gala who was already beside her. He gently squeezed Gemma's shoulder, hoping that all the power within him would be channeled to her fiance. “Lepasin, Gem. Take that forgiveness. Maybe I survived until now because I wanted to hear directly from you. He wants you to let go with a willing heart.”

It's finished. Gemma finally decays beside Gala with a roaring cry. His body trembled and his sobbing grew longer, growing heartrending. Even though his eyes were tightly closed, the clear water still seeped out so swiftly.

Gemma took Yahya's hand and led it to her cheek which had been flooded with tears. Gemma perceives the touch of the cold hand, imagining that the father touched her face.

In the end, he had to be sincere.

“I'm sorry Dad. Dad can go now. I love Daddy..”

As if it was a sign of everything, the patient's monitor went off continuously. Followed by the nurses and doctors who rushed in.

...****************...

Finally, Gemma conflict is over...

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