hanix_mayka: SHOORT STORY{ TETESAN EMBUN]

Today is day of week in late February. Today the sun is shining very brightly. Ironic, is contrary to the said ini.Saat I told myself when I'm daydreaming in the shade of a mango tree in my house ... "Non Embunnnn ....." Bi Sumarni soft voice greeted my eardrums. "Iya Bi ..." I answer blindly. While supporting the body on a mango tree, I stood up and support me with a stick schoolmaster. I stepped into the house. "Non, I just want to place Non, uh Non already here." Bi said Sum, so usually I call Bi Sumarni. "Ga Bi's okay, I can own really. Oya Bi, what is it?" I asked, surprised this morning has been called with the same hebohnya Bi Sum. "Gini Non, Non titip mama had the same message I created nemenin Non to the hospital. Well, now Non-yu change clothes first." Sum Bi said she nuntun me to my room which is behind rumah.Setelah change clothes, accompanied by Bi Sum, I went to the hospital to undergo therapy. We went to the hospital by car family. Pak Man who drove us there. Yes, ever since I was 5 years old, I've been exposed to the disease of leukemia, a disease that is very frightening to me. This therapy does not help much to cure illness. The doctor said I was no longer. But I have to undergo this therapy to survive. I do not want to leave the life that God has blessed me in vain, I must survive to fight for my love to Steve, the man I loved very much. "Non Dew", a voice woke me from my reverie Bi Sum. Apparently, we've got to the hospital. So much so ever I daydream that I did not realize we had reached the hospital. "Come on down Non, then hurried lunch", the voice of Bi Sum continued her outburst. "Bi Yes, yes we are down now." I say muram.Kami out of the car, then entered the automatic door hospital. We climbed to the third floor hospital, where I will undergo treatment using the elevator. The elevator was shaking, indicating he was driving us to the third floor. Elevator is a silent witness to my illness treatment. Every once a week, I was in therapy at this hospital. For ten years I lived this therapy since I was sentenced tarkena leukemia.Pintu disease elevator open, and I and Bi Sum out of the elevator. We walked to the therapy room. Recently we got to the front door, I was shocked by the figure of Steve who was dripping with tears. "Hey Steve, there is what you need here?" I said, trying to smile. "Hai Dew. Oh, ga ko's okay, I'm just going to see the same doctor Reno aja ko" said Steve, wiping tears from his face, then smiled. "Are you really crying? What's the matter?" I worry about seeing that sad look on Steve's face. "Crying? Engga anyway, my eyes just conceded the dust. Hehe" Steve said as he smiled again at me and Bi Sum.Walaupun Steve's face looks honest, his eyes can not lie to me. I feel there is something wrong. "Well Dew, Bi, yes I said goodbye first. Dew, have fun with your therapy yes" Steve said to me, and Bi Sum. "Ok, dah Steve" I said, swinging my hand to the left and to the kanan.Tiga hours later, my therapy had lived, I went to Bi Sum, who was waiting patiently. Then we walked towards the car park, approached my car and go inside. "Pak Man, go home, yes" I said to Mr. Man.Setengah hours later we reached the house. It was already shown at two siang.Aku continue aktivitasku with lunch, afternoon shower, and watch TV, then I closed the day with tidur.Selama three weeks, I spent aktivitasku with a walk to the park with Steve, help mama cook cuisine new, telling stories and had fun chatting to Lolita and Mila are both are my best friend, and my regular therapy, which is now increased to two times a week. I do not know why the schedule has become more intensive therapy. But three weeks I feel my life is more valuable, because Steve, Lolita, Mama, Papa, and Bi Sum and Pak Man really loves me. Therefore, I decided to write a letter to one of them, then I put them in my bedroom drawer stating how much I love to mereka.Hari Monday afternoon in mid-March, I invited Steve along with Lolita and Mila to take a walk to the park . Actually, that day I felt unwell, but I do not want to disappoint the hearts of my friends, especially Steve, who has now officially become kekasihku.Setelah I said goodbye to Mama, Papa, and Bi Sum and Pak Man, I went with them to the park near our house. Anyway, my home and my friends these three together, one complex. So, we often spend time together-sama.Saat were talking about the activities of the youth in our complex, I felt my chest tightness, headache once, and after that everything gelap.Saat regained consciousness, I was in a space that really I know. Hospital rooms. All around me, people who I care about has been gathered, weeping. However, after seeing me open my eyes that had been closed, they smile and call a doctor with histeris.Satu weeks I stayed in the hospital. However, one morning, I felt my body very weak. That afternoon, when he was joking with my mother, I suddenly lost consciousness .***** We all cried reading the writing on pink paper was addressed to us. The letter was from Dew Pratiwi, cheerful girl who has left us all forever. We held hands, crying together, and sprinkle fresh flowers on the grave mound Dew. Dew farewell, thou hast shed a drop of dew in our hearts each. A drop of dew that we will always keep in our hearts, we will not delete it, forever. Thank you because you've mebuat our lives become more colorful.