HardForkSeries : "Story of My Life" (part 1)

papaeducation (58)in #hardforkseries • 8 years ago (edited)

After I returned from my obscure search, I went home. I was then 22 years old. And my name is Rony. I go to college at an age that I think is late enough. Considering the many friends of a faculty who were seventeen and eighteen years old, because they had just graduated from high school. But there are also many of my age, Luthfi. He is about 30 years old.

First day of college there is no problem. Only, the pain in the chest is never lost and it seems increasingly feels tight. Not infrequently spontaneously I cough with a loud and uncomfortable tone to be heard. My mother often asked me what was wrong with me. And he always advised me to check my health to the doctor. But I always refused, "I'm okay, ma'am." Yes, that's just my excuse. I'm just unusual and do not want anyone to feel sorry for me just because I'm sick. Even to my own mother.

My lecture place is not a particularly popular bona fide place. But at least, for my father who works as a civil servant and has four children including me, that's enough. Although sometimes paid late. Besides if I go to college in a fancy place, my brain is not overtaken. Not because I'm stupid, it's just that too many thoughts are raging in my head.

The faculty in my college has two classes, A and B. I go to class A. It's not because of the results of the test or anything, just because the students are few.
Nearly three months more I was undergoing a routine as a student. During that time nothing interesting indeed, but quite enjoyable. I and other students and college students already know each other, not least class B.

One day when I was leaving for college, I had arrived early to do the English job of the unfinished Mr. Khalid. I remember, it was twelve five minutes and the campus was still quiet. Then I sat in one of the small seats of a kind with a tiled roof, complete with three long benches arranged in each corner with a view of some very large tall palm trees that were clearly visible in front of me. I sat on the bench, and pulled out an English book. At that time a lot of passing students. Every once in a while I take care, but nothing makes my attention change. There is a greeting, ignorant and some are just enough to smile just say hello, then leave.

But there was another scene that afternoon. The thrill of college students arriving and noise from outside the campus turned calm and peaceful. Like hearing the orchestra music in the arid desert. At that time time seemed to stop in line with his presence. She looks beautiful and elegant.

I know who he is, what's his name. Because he's still a faculty and just different classes with me. But why only now I feel it. And what's this feeling? I do not understand. I asked myself silently. At first I hesitated to throw a smile at him. Yes, just a greeting smile. No more. Because my lips feel that way. But, perhaps because my lips have their own instincts, this spontaneous lips throws a smile at him and he returns a sweet smile and I think it's sincere and he goes to the faculty. From a distance I watched his steps until he disappeared among the campus buildings.

Nothing happened after that afternoon, everything went normal as usual. It's just that sometimes I often steal a glance. Yes, just looking at his face from a distance. And I feel he knows where I am. And what made me confused and curious, he looked comfortable as if not bothered me. Because I often openly look at him. I could see from his eyes, he looked back at me. However, like there is a dividing wall. As if that would be a barrier between me and him. And I do not know that. Whether it's ego, prestige or something. I do not understand. And I do not know where to start. I have no idea.

On another day. At that time the lecture was breaking the first course, about three o'clock in the afternoon. From outside the campus came the call to prayer. I was about to go back to class, because something was left behind. At that moment my chest hurt so much. I climbed the stairs with staggering and panting. Followed by a very loud cough. The tightness felt in my chest. At the same time, I ran into her.

"Brother, is it okay? Sapa Erny to me worried. While I just covered my mouth with my right hand because of cough.

"Looks sister, sick? Want me to help you? "

"Not. I'm not sick, I'm just coughing "

"But, kak ...?". Erny looked worried.

"I'm all right, Erny. Thank you?"

"Yes bro".

Still on the same day. It's just darker because it's late at night. I'm finishing the final part of the paper I'm going to present the day after tomorrow until my job is settled and I fall asleep.

The rooster crowing so loudly sounded from outside indicating the day had been morning. While I was still wrapped in a warm blanket with AC Milan picture. I was lazy to wake up at that moment. My eyes feel heavy to be controlled, because last night I slept very late doing college assignment.

At nine-thirty I just got up and then washed and dressed. For a moment I calmed myself by drinking the water my mother had made this morning. But it still feels warm. The pain in my chest felt again. For a moment I thought, should not I go to college today. But, I remember today I have a paper assignment. I struggled to finish this task. Is it just because I do not go to college? Rony spoke to himself.

I arrived at campus just after five minutes. Visible lecturer has been in the class, he immediately called my name. With a sigh I immediately went forward accompanied Aldy as a moderator.

"Aldy opened the percentage. While my chest feels so sick. And I think that's the culmination of the pain I've been feeling. I coughed incessantly and spit out. Aldy called, but I did not respond in the slightest. My ears are thick and my eyes are faded. My throat was very hot, at that time I did not know what was happening to me.

I just heard friends call my name, they shouted. I remember at that time, I was carried by friends. Either by whom, I do not know. Then the students from other classes also come to see and find out what happened. Their heads were seen looking up from the classroom window looking at me being carried away. However, I noticed she looked so worried ,. It's not clear indeed, but I'm sure it's her.

I do not know what happened. However, when I woke up, I was already in a room and my head felt dizzy. I saw the implants that stuck to my hands and nose. At that time I wanted to talk, but my mouth was very hard to move. But my eyes are able to blink and look around me all-white nuances.

I realized that I was in the hospital. Because the walls, pillows and bed sheets I wear are all white. The clock on the wall was seven-forty. Either morning or night, I do not know. Finally the nurse there realized that I had awakened from my coma. The nurse tried to communicate with me. She tried to ask me how she was, although she knew I could not talk and she was very friendly.

A few hours later, my mouth began to move. There was a nurse and a doctor who, at that moment, looked after me with joy, noticed my rapidly improving state.

"Nurse, how long have I been asleep?". I asked the nurse there.

"Hmm ... About three days". The nurse thought for a moment "Yes, three days".

Hearing this suddenly I was shocked "Oh my God, during that I fell asleep?". I talk to myself.

"That's it, nurse?" I am curious

"Yep". The nurse answered with a friendly smile.

"Did I eat anything, nurse?"

"Of course"

"How do I eat, nurse? While I'm in a fainted"
Then the nurse explained, "Do you see the water in the dream?"

"Yes"

"That's what you eat"

"Oh ... does anyone see me, nurse?" I asked something else.

"There is"

"Who, nurse?" I am curious.

"Your family and friends"

"Other than that?"

"Who is this…". The nurse tried to remember. "Oh yes, I remember. This morning, a woman came here. "

"Who, nurse?" I interrupt

"I do not know. But if you look from her face, she looks anxious and worried to see you still lying. Is she your girlfriend? "

"I do not have a girlfriend, nurse".

Hearing the nurse's words, I thought about something. "Who the hell came here and worried about me? Who is he? Who? "I do not know, I just think in my heart. At that moment I did not think that the lady was her. For a moment I thought about it, but the doctor came and checked my condition.

Six days already I was lying on a white mattress and a dull room. And until that moment, I still do not know exactly what disease is attacking my body. I also do not want to know about it.

Until the 7th day, I heard a rowdy noise outside and into the room and it turns out they were friends from my lecture, in droves they entered. Crowded they came to bring oranges and apples and pears are arranged neatly like parcels. then they say hello and try to cheer me up. While all were busy talking to his affairs masin respectively, at that same time he approached and sat in a chair that is on my left shoulder.

"Hey, brother". She opened the conversation

"Hey too"

"Are you alright?". With a little frown I replied

"Do I look like a fine person?". She smiled crisply.

"Hurry up, brother". She said softly. Then She repeated the words again " recovered, huh?".

Seeing friends who seemed to be coming home, she stood up. But before she turned away, I held her back
"Erny...Hmmmm ... Thank you, ". She just replied with a smile. As if he understood what was really going on between her and me. Finally they left.

Three months after the incident or six months I have gone to college. It means I'm in second semester now. No visible difference occurred. It's just that every time I see her, I feel the burden on my shoulders and the thoughts in my head feel a little light and her presence is very enforcing.

What happened between him and me, I do not understand. We both know, we understand each other and care for each other. But we do not tie those feelings with a relationship. She and I understand each other's conditions. She is with her boyfriend. As for me, I shut myself up for something that exists and feels within this chest. All we do is just greet each other and keep a distance. Although sometimes it adds pain that feels in this chest.

One day on the other. I sat pensively right in front of my house. It was about eleven o'clock. I was reminded of what the doctor told me, for a moment I was about to go home four months ago while still in hospital. At that time my family and I were about to go home because I was better.

"Mom, mother & father first go to down ok, I want to go to the toilet for a while".

"Hurry,?". Mother answered

After I reasoned with the excuse of going to the toilet, I went to see the doctor who handled me when I was sick. Incidentally at that moment he was getting ready to go home. As I speed up the path, I call him.
"Doctor! Wait for me doctor ". I shouted. He turned his head

"He is, son".

"A little while?". While looking at the watch in his hand he replied

"There is. What's wrong, son?"

"Hmmm, I just want to ask, what happened to me, doctor? I mean, I'm sick what ya, doctor? ". At first the doctor did not want to explain. I saw the anxiety on his face when I asked him about it. However, because I insisted, he finally explained.

"Son, actually what happened to you is a miracle"

"What does the doctor say?" I interrupt.

"Because not all sufferers you suffer, can be lucky you, son". I'm getting more and more curious.

"Honest doctor, I do not understand what the doctor means".

"Son, I can not explain much more about this. Although I am a doctor, but in this situation, I can not do anything and can only pray. may you receive with what He has given ". Then I thought, I think this doctor has gone nuts. I became increasingly clueless. Then the doctor told me to wait while he went in-one room there.

"Son, wait?". He left, then he returned with a brown envelope, then handed the envelope to me

"Son, maybe this envelope could mean something, or vice versa". After delivering the envelope, he tapped me on the shoulder with a smile as if it meant something for me. Then he left. I immediately tore the envelope. Thoroughly I read until I get to one column that the letters are ticking. I was shocked and my mouth stopped. For a moment I thought about something, but what did I think then? I do not know. Then I folded the envelope and put it in my hip pocket. I went down after my parents who had gone downstairs. I finally came home and returned to my normal life.

Since that day, in my head a lot of thoughts are very disturbing .. I tend to be more alone from the crowd and easy to get angry and offended. Until one day. That day on campus, my chest feels so sick. The pain in my chest did not really notice me, only the shadows in my head felt so staggering. Approximately after the first lesson, my chest relapsed. To the extent that I could not reach the pen that was in front of me. My chest and brain were so sore and the shadows were so strong in my head. The eyes of friends are so strange.

"Rony you why? Your face looks pale and flushed ". Sapa one of my friends in class. While I myself did not know what was happening to me at the time.
Then, suddenly someone hugged me from behind. The hug is very tight, but it feels soft and soothing. For a moment I felt the comfort "What is this feeling?". I spoke to myself. Feels so different warmth. Then I let my face back, at first I feel comfortable with that hug. But after I saw it was her hug, I finally let go of the hug by force. For a moment I looked at her face, then she smiled. But I did not reply. Instead I gave the impression of anger on my face, then I left.