THE MAFIA OWNS MY HEART
I'm a lupus patient.
Al, who was mentally prepared was also his heart. waited patiently for what I was going to say.His hand held both of my shoulders.while staring impatiently.A little smile on his lips as if giving strength to me.
Then, Al nodded to me. I prepared my heart, I was sure that if I was not wrong with my decision. It felt tight on my chest, my mouth felt stiff to speak, my tears dripped nonstop. I cursed myself, for I was foolishly willing to be honest, while this man was impatient to hear what I was about to say.
Our two eyes stared at each other, our eyes locked for a moment then, I took a deep breath.
"I don't like to talk about how I feel. I prefer to hold my own. Because I know, if I talk I'll cry." I said to Al.
Before I spoke honestly to Al again I cried.
" No, cry don't think that in silence everything can be solved." said Al. strengthen me.
Then., uh..,
I woke up from Al's lap, but Al's hand held me.
"where are you going?" al. asked with a voice getting weaker.His tears were held back in his eyes.
" I just want to lie down" I answered, releasing Al's hand.
I walked towards the bed.I thought Al would follow me to the bed, I was wrong because Al still remained silent on the chair by continuing to look sharply at me. I sat my body on the edge of the bed against Al.
"I searched___." I can't continue my word.The color of my chest is tight.I slowly hit my chest, I tried to be strong, I don't want to be weak with this stupid pain.
Al, still remained stiff in the chair like a living statue, who just stared at me blankly at me.
"Let's keep talking" said Al a little upset.
I was afraid, why did he freeze again.I sighed again.
"I was looking, the little bottle inside was my medicine." I said hesitantly, and I hysterically hit my chest.
"Medicine, what.for what pain?" al. asked with his voice so flat it sounded in my ears.
I stopped my crying. I gathered my strength again. Then, I closed my eyes, my teeth I closed with both hands.
"I'm a lupus patient stage 3." I said. then. I fell out of bed because my body was limp. I limp because I have to remember this pain again.in fact, I have long tried to accept as my friend.
now, because of Al's insistence, I have to remember again.my limp legs are not able to support my body, to stand up. I cry I cover my face on both knees.
in between my tears, I heard the sound of a blow on the wall.
Plakkkp...
I was shocked. I lifted my face with a face full of tears. I looked at the sound of earlier. Al's hand was bleeding. Al stood by holding the end of the table staring at the wall.
I tried to stand up, and walked towards Al. as my hand was about to grab his bloody hand Al raised his hand as if he did not want me to touch him again.
I was silent, disappointed.
"Don't touch me." said Al flat again.
I was shocked.sick as if my heart was slashed.yes, I was sick because Al did not want me to touch his hand.it hurts, because I have to remember the doctor's verdict again
" Why, this much pain you hide from me." asked Al.
I kept quiet, I couldn't blame Al, because it was true what Al said.
"I'm waiting for the right time" I replied.
"time time time is classic excuse." replied Al and went walking towards the closet.
I ran after him, but, my steps stopped because Al stared intently at me. I shuddered in horror at what he would do to me.
Al opened the cupboard.then, opened the small drawer and took the bottle.and, again walking towards me. I saw the bottle that Al was holding was like my medicine bottle.
"Where did he find my cure?"my mind with fear.
Step Al, getting closer to me. I was gripped in my mind where I had gone.
Al, pulling my hand, I just followed with fear.Then, Al's hand grabbed my shoulder and sat me in the chair. and walking towards the table took the cup and the mineral water.Letting in front of me Al opened my medicine bottle and poured the water in the cup.
"This is the drug you're looking for, right?" ask Al.
I was silent, still confused by what I saw.
"Man, which is strange.why his behavior often changes." My mind
" Drink medicine first you, then cure my wounds. My pain does not feel like your pain." said Al. his eyes glass.I was shocked from my daydream.
and looked towards Al.
"I'm sorry, I can't stand your honesty.I still hope it's just a dream." Inward Al.
Then, I took my medicine as soon as I drank. My hands trembled.after I took the medicine. Al, look me in the face.
"I'm sorry I scared you" Al said with a sorry face.
I just smiled with my tears dripping down my cheeks, but , quickly his big hand wiped my tears.then, Al carrying my small body walked towards the bed.
I just follow. Al, laid my body in bed, and hugged me tightly. I who looked towards him turned to his still bleeding hand.
"wake up first, I'll treat your wound. This must hurt?" say me with a spoiled voice.
"it doesn't hurt." replied Al. then, getting out of bed walking towards p3k. Al took out his p3k box then sat on the sofa and treated his own injuries.
"Why don't I want to take medicine" I said disappointedly.
Al was silent just took a deep breath, looked at me and smiled.
"sleep, look your face is all red." replied Al briefly. Then, back to focus wrapped around the gauze into his bloody hand.
Yeah, my back and my face turned red to form a butterfly.that's, because of my own stupidity.I don't regularly take medication and during my time in the hotel I don't exercise.so, because of my own stupidity, my immunity went down and caused my pain to recur.