It's For Love # 36 (Bilingual)

Bab 7
The Secret Can't be Talk

Sumber

“Dengan bangga hati,” suara pembawa acara memecah keheningan.”… kami umumkan, wisudawati terbaik tahun ini Afra Elsa Malinda.” Suara tepuk tangan menggema. Setelah mereda, pembawa acara melanjutkan, “… dengan IPK 4,” suara tepuk kembali bergemuruh. “Afra menyelesaikan kuliah di Fakultas Kedokteran selama 2 tahun.” Suara tepukan membahana memenuhi gedung tempat wisuda itu.

Afra berjalan perlahan menuju podium.
“Afra Elsa Malinda menjadi anak piatu, saat berusia 3 tahun …” Suara pembawa acara terdengar lirih, “… dan menjadi yatim piatu saat berusia 17 tahun.”
Suara terkesiap terdengar di banyak tempat.
“Almarhum Ayahnya adalah seorang guru bahasa Inggris yang mengajar di SMA… beliau mendapat julukan ‘Guru Ganteng’, sedangkan almarhumah Ibunya adalah seorang perias pengantin. Karena selalu membuat pangling setiap pengantin yang diriasnya, almarhumah dikenal sebagai ‘Sapuan Ajaib’.”

Langkah Afra ditemani suasana yang semakin hening.
“Afra yang memiliki hobi lari, panahan, dan memiliki profesi lain sebagai pekebun pohon albasia di daerah Jawa Timur dan memiliki separuh saham di sebuah perusahaan agricultural besar, mengaku tidak bisa memasak. Bahkan saat masak air selalu gosong.”

Terdengar tawa kecil terdengar di antara pengunjung.

Afra menarik nafas panjang. Ingatannya melayang ke peristiwa tiga tahun lalu.
Dia melihat foto-foto di ponsel jadul itu. Jarinya bergerak perlahan.Foto-foto dirinya dan Santi saat mereka masih kecil. Foto Laila, Mamanya, dan foto Ibunya. Foto berikutnya, membuat membuatnya terkesiap. Tangannya gemetar.

“Pak Dokter … “ Tangannya menghadapkan layar ke Pak Dokter, “ … apa yang sebenarnya terjadi?”
“Afra… kamu belum pulih benar… nanti saja dibicarakan, kalau kamu sudah lebih sehat,” sergah Bu Dokter lembut.

“Pak Dokter,” Afra bernafas menggunakan pernafasan perut beberapa kali. Sedikit meredam gelisah hebat dalam hatinya. Dia melihat Dokter Andri langsung ke matanya, “… seringkali saya heran, kenapa Ayah terkadang sangat marah, kalau saya tidak bisa menjaga diri sendiri… saya baru sadar sekarang, Ayah menyiapkan saya untuk menghadapi situasi seperti ini, bukan?”

Dokter Andri memalingkan wajahnya ke arah lain. Tentu saja, jawabnya dalam hati. Sahabatnya sudah melakukan hal itu, sejak umur Afra tiga tahun. Setelah istrinya wafat. Walaupun selalu disesuaikan dengan perkembangan usia Afra. 'Jaga-jaga kalau aku juga dipanggil' demikian kilahnya, jika dia mengingatkan sahabatnya, jangan terlalu keras pada Afra.

“Sekarang saya sudah sadar sepenuhnya dari obat bius… Dokter percaya saya?” tanya Afra lembut. Dia lega suaranya terdengar tenang. Mengetahui semua informasi, membuat keputusan lebih mudah diambil.

“Maukan Dokter menceritakan semuanya dari awal?” desak Afra halus, ketika Dokter Andri belum juga menjawab pertanyaannya.

Helaan nafas Dokter Andri terdengar jelas. Kepalanya menoleh ke istrinya. “Ma… aku mau bicara berdua sama Afra.”
Tangan Afra yang sedikit gemetar memegang tangan Bu Dokter. “Saya ingin Bu Dokter menemani saya.”
Kepala Dokter Andri mengangguk. Dia memalingkan wajah ke anak semata wayangnya. “Keluar dulu, Rafka!” perintahnya lembut.

Tanpa berkata apa-apa, Rafka meninggalkan ruangan. Matanya melihat buket mawar putih cantik di atas meja. Keningnya sedikit berkerut, menatap sosok tubuh Hoshi berjalan menjauh dengan kepala tertunduk.

Tangan Dokter Andri memijit pelipis kanannya yang terasa sakit. Dia menarik nafas panjang. “Hari itu, sebuah truk blong remnya, menabrak kamu dan Ayahmu…. Kamu langsung pingsan di tempat. Kondisimu sangat parah… syukurlah aku bisa secepatnya mengoperasimu.

"With pride," the voice of the host broke the silence. "... we announce, the best graduation this year … Afra Elsa Malinda." The voice of applause echoed. After it subsided, the host continued, "... with a GPA of 4," a patter roared back. "Afra finished college at the Medical Faculty for 2 years." A tapping voice filled the building where the graduation took place.

Afra walked slowly toward the podium.
"Afra Elsa Malinda became an orphan, when she was 3 years old ..." The voice of the emcee sounded soft, "... and became orphaned when she was 17 years old."
A gasp is heard in many places.
"His late father was an English teacher who taught in high school ... he earned the nickname 'Guru Ganteng', while his late mother was a bridal cosmetist. For always making the overlook of every bride in her self, the deceased was known as the 'Wonder Wand'. "

Step Afra accompanied by a quiet atmosphere.
"Afra, who has a hobby of running, archery, and other professions as an albasia planter in East Java and has half of a stake in a large agricultural company, claims she can not cook. Even when the cooking water is always burnt. "

A small laugh was heard among the visitors.

Afra took a deep breath. Her memory drifted into an event three years ago.
She saw the pictures on that old cell phone. Her fingers moved slowly. Images of her and Santi when they were small. Photos of Laila, her mother, and her mom's photo. The next photo, makes her gasp. Her hands were shaking.

"Doctor ..." Her hand turned to the doctor, "... what really happened?"
"Afra ... you have not recovered properly ... later talked about, when you're better," Bu Doctor said softly.

"Doctor," Afra breathed in her stomach breathing several times. A bit of anxious dampening in her heart. She saw Doctor Andri directly into his eyes, "... I often wonder why Dad sometimes gets so angry, if I can not take care of myself ... I just realized now, Father prepares me for this kind of situation, does not it?"

Doctor Andri turned his face in the other direction. Of course, he replied silently. His best friend had done that, from the age of three. After his wife died. Although always adjusted to the development of Afra age. 'Just in case I am also called' that's the case, if he reminds his best friend, do not be too hard on Afra.

"Now I'm fully aware ... Doctor do you believe me?" Afra asked softly. She was relieved that her voice sounded calm. Knowing all the information, making decisions more easily taken.

"Will Doctor tell me everything from the beginning?" Afra pressed smoothly, when Doctor Andri had not answered her question yet.

Dr. Andri's breath sounded clear. His head turned to his wife. "Ma ... I want to talk to Afra."
Afra's slightly trembling hand took hold of her hand. "I want Bu Doctor to accompany me."
Dr. Andri's head nodded. He turned his face to his only child. "Get out first, Rafka!" She ordered softly.

Without saying anything, Rafka left the room. His eyes saw a beautiful white bouquet of roses on the table. His forehead slightly wrinkled, staring at Hoshi's figure walking away with his head bowed.

Dr. Andri's hands massaged against his painful right temple. He took a deep breath. "That day, a truck broke his brakes, hit you and your father .... You just fainted in place. Your condition is very bad ... thank goodness I can quickly do the surgery.”

Warm Regards

Cici SW

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