Pamite
82. Touch Longs

That afternoon, many people gathered in a white room. They appear to surround a bed containing one man.

The man simply fell silent expressionlessly, as if he knew what would happen after the bandage opened.

"At the slow open, yeah. Don't force it." The doctor gave directions to Rifki after the bandage completely disappeared from her eyes.

In accordance with what was directed, Rifki opened his eyes slowly, little by little open. And all was dark, but he was sure that his eyes were wide open. He remembered that he opened the bandage in the afternoon, which meant that the lights in his room should have been lit. Why is it dark? Could the lights not be on yet? But if so, isn't this room not as dark? Rifki is thick with length.

"Son, you can see Mom, right?" Rifki's mother embraces her son's broad shoulders.

"No, it's all dark" replied Rifki, smiling slightly, as if to show everyone that she was fine. "Mom don't be sad, I'm okay. Which mother?"

With a sobbing Bu Rini directed Rifki's hand to hug her. His head rests on the child's shoulders. The doctor's advice some time ago actually did not make Ms. Rini ready to accept the reality today.

"Mom, you already know that I probably won't be able to see. I should be ready and setting my heart for this. I'm okay, Mom. Don't cry, do I sleep again, don't wake up?"

"Don't!" replied Miss Rini quickly.

"Yes, don't cry. Why not omelin me? I'd rather Mom nagged than cry. After this I have another baby, nothing to help, to the room, eat, bathroom, change clothes, Mom is okay, am I repotin again?"

Rifki spoke very calmly. He really showed that he was okay with his condition. Very different from this morning, he was now more receptive. Whether pretending to be tough or indeed he is really tough, only Rifki knows.

"That's so much better than I didn't see you. Do not like to fight if you are a baby, you have to obey. Can't be so reckless." Ms. Rini was desperately trying to hold back the crying. His hands moved to wipe his wet cheeks.

"Yes, I promise I'll pull up."

Another reaction was shown by Dara, he was more silent and without any expression. But strangely, his tears continued to pour out profusely. The Big Brother could only shut up and give his spirit through a hug on the shoulder. Jaka knew any talk at this time to Dara would definitely lead to futility. His sister was still devastated and any suggestion would definitely not enter.

"It's possible Rifki could see there's still, right, Doc?" Jaka asked.

"Of course, sir. But if for the operation I cannot determine when. I will tell you if anyone is willing to donate. Because Mr. Rifki's condition has improved and everything is normal, tonight can go home. For foot therapy, I will later negotiate with the doctor concerned. I'll inform you as soon as possible, I'm sorry," said the doctor.

Rifki wondered in her heart why she had not heard Dara's voice. It was heart-wrenching to ask, but again the logic forbade Rifki to do that.

In Rifki's heart tucked a little prayer for Dara. He asked God to give Dara a little longer to wait for him. That hope was simply spoken in Rifki's heart. He still very much hopes that there are angelic heart people who are willing to donate one of his five senses to him.

"The spirit, yes Rif. You'll get a donor soon. You have to believe the power of prayer is everything."

"Yes, Jack. Thank you." Thank you."

Rifki closed her mouth. He felt something warm in his heart. He was sure there was Dara in this room. A moment later, Rifki realizes that Dara is really nearby. He could feel the fragrance of Dara that he used to breathe when together.

"When do you want to see me but be quiet? You're here, right? Wanna Ngomong? By the way I try to hear," said Rifki still staring blankly in front of him. He didn't know where the girl was exactly.

Bu Rina and Jaka gave them a chance to both. Speak from heart to heart, and with a cold heart of course. They both sat in front of the room.

"What are your hopes for Rifki? Besides seeing if there's any other hope?"

"That's all, son. That's the most important thing now."

"For his relationship with my sister?"

"Mom fits Dara. He's good, there's something, even though they're different ages, but they complement each other, he can change Rifki for the better. Mother also sees your child happier the past year, when you spend time with your sister often. But, yes, it is impossible to force the will of Mother. The ones who run them, I leave it to them. I'm sorry to actually see Dara who's been so sad to face Rifki's nature lately."

"My sister is strong, Mom. It looks spoiled, whiny, but I'm sure Rifki knows this too. We pray together to pray, Mom. That's all we can do."

Back again to the two humans who are still silent in their respective places. Because of their silence, there was only the sound of the clinking of the clock that collided with their breath.

"Become, I know you're still here, right? People are leaving for sure, aren't they? We're just the two of us, let's talk" urged Rifki.

Dara was silent.

"Well, if you don't want to talk, it's okay. You want to see me? Yes, please look until you are satisfied." Rifki's tone had not changed since then, still calm and gentle.

That was not what Dara expected. He waited for his lover to nag, he missed the scolding from Rifki. The nagging that will lead to him apologizing and then sneering very softly.

"You know I'm here?" Dara finally made a sound after a long silence.

"Yes, the thing with my eyes, not my nose. It still smells, I've smelled the same scent of your perfume, that's it."

"Don't you miss me?"

"What can I do, Ra? I just saw the darkness."

Dara's hand then grabbed Rifki's hand for him to put on his face. Now both hands Rifki has surrounded the face of ayu Dara.

The first touch when he could no longer see. Dara's cheeks feel more slender than ever. Rifki's eyes warmed up a little, and finally, little by little, her eyes watered.