The Tears of Mella
Chapters. 2. The tears of Mella

Slowly Mella opened her eyes, she looked around the room that looked so white. He slowly got up and felt his body being so sick.

There was an infusion hose in his hand, quiet only he was alone. There was the sound of a wall clock that kept turning. Signs time will go on whatever Mella faces.

Ready not ready, strong not strong time will continue to run. And destiny will go on according to what is written for each person.

Mella stared at the window, confused as to what to do. Where will his feet go and where should he go ?."

Sayup-sayup still heard the message of the father so that he still must be able to live it all. Shown back the bitter events experienced by the whole family until the death to pick them up.

Mella's tears flowed profusely, washing away those bloodless wounds. Mella is desperate for everything she has experienced.

"Your son is conscious?" asked a middle-aged woman very gently.

Slowly Mella turned towards the source of the voice. Looks middle-aged woman who still looks very beautiful by wearing a police uniform.

Mella tried to smile between her tears, she did not know who the woman in front of her was.

But the tenderness and peace of her face reminded Mella of her mother. The woman has always been a place of pleasure and the woman who has given her thousands of happiness.

"Son are you better ? you closed your eyes too long. Bahak after 4 days of falling asleep you still can't forget the sadness you've been through." said the woman as she wiped Mella's tears.

"Mother who are you ? and what happened?." asked Mella.

"I am one of those workers who is trying to devote myself to this country. I found you 4 days ago."

"Seeing you pass out on the ground, among the passers-by who don't see you. Then I took you to this place so you could get proper treatment." replied the woman.

"Mother, whoever you are, Mella says a thousand thanks. But Mella hasn't been able to repay all your kindness. Let Allah repay all your kindness by multiplying." said Mella sincerely.

"Son, is it our duty to help each other ? so why are you thinking of replying to everything I do ?."

"Seeing you get up and smile from your long sleep alone has made your heart happy, meaning that what you do is not in vain." replied the woman gently.

"Mom thank you again." said Mella.

Slowly Mella took off the infusion needle in her hand, there was blood flowing from her hand but soon Mella held it down with the tip of her hijab.

"What kind of hell are you doing?" the woman in the police uniform asked frantically.

"It's okay mom, I just want to go home" Mella replied with a smile.

Then he stepped out of the room without caring for the call of the woman who had helped him.

"Mother forgive Mella, and thank you for everything" Mella said before she continued.

Mella walked down the street, walking her legs without direction and purpose until her feet stopped at a public funeral.

Then he stepped into the public cemetery, and he walked to find where his family was buried.

And his steps stopped in a tomb inscribed with the father's name 'Jakfar bin Sidik' next to him again there are two tombs of the last resting place of the mother and also her brother.

Mella's body fell on top of her father's belly button. He cried out all the sadness he felt at this moment. He was very ill because he lost his whole family at the same time.

If they were to have a fatal accident, it would be better than what is happening right now. His father must leave with the status of an *******.

Her brother had to leave, because he had lost his honor and her mother had to leave to protect her husband's life.

So tragic that fate befell them, now only Mella alone in this world. If suicide was the best way, Mella would have done it.

But if he killed himself, would his father forgive him ? is that the best path ?.

Mella could only cry, there was nothing she could do right now. He just wants to spill it all. He just wanted to complain to his family who had now been buried with all the bitter events that befell them.

"Dad, what am I supposed to do now?" asked Mella between her tears.

"How can I live this life without all of you ? I'm just alone. Father invite me to come with you." said Mella with a swagger.

Slowly drizzle down to wet the earth. It seems that nature knows that Mella is currently crying and this drizzle is coming to cover her tears.

Mella calms down, then she lays her head over her father's belly button. His tears were united with the rain that soaked his father's belly button.

The coldness that started to puncture Mella's bones ignored. He no longer cared about his body. Right now he only wanted to be with his family, a family that had left him alone in this mortal world.

Slowly someone approached her with an umbrella. Mella got up and saw the man.

"Mom." said Mella slowly and she closed her eyes again.

The man immediately asked for help to help Mella, carrying a weak body that was already cold as ice. The man quickly brought Mella back to the hospital for help.

The medical team quickly begins to help Mella. Everything they did to save Mella's life.

A teenage girl who lost her way because she lost her entire family. Anyone who still has a conscience will certainly not have the heart to see the bitter fate experienced by Mella.

Mella's tears kept flowing even though both her eyes were closed. It shows how lucky Mella is.

Even in her sleep Mella still remembered the tragic events that took her entire family.

"Dad!." cried Mella loudly.

He then got up and immediately removed the infusion needle in his hand. But it was immediately stopped by the person who had been sitting nearby.

"What do you want to do ? is it by pulling it out that you can do better ? is it by crying and lamenting that fate will all come back and be okay ?."

"Mella listen to me ! if you want to make both your parents happy not by crying and lamenting for life."

" You should have done what both your parents wanted, made your family proud to have you."