THE BLESSING OF PICKPOCKETING
LACALANCES
FLASH BACK ON
Amie's not my real sister. He's either my uncle or my son. His father was my father's real brother. Amie's parents and her siblings died during the eruption of Mount Merapi in October 2010. The biggest eruption in the last 100 years has also had a considerable impact, especially for people on the slopes of Mount Merapi.
At that time Amie was still in third grade or twelfth grade High School. Mom and Dad took Amie to Solo. Tri first grade High School
My mom and dad have three sons. My brother was Putro a dentist, I myself Pujono happened to be a Pilot and my sister Tri when this flash back was already one semester at university. When Amie had an accident yesterday, Tri was still in 12th grade High School.
Tri is two years younger than Amie . But since my father is older than Amie's father, then in our family Amie is the youngest child.
On July 7 last year (07 - 11 - 2013) Amie married a lecturer at her college. They are one area in Jogja. Maybe that's what makes Amie and Angga love. I'm not so clear about their romance.
The seventh of July is Amie's birthday. He chose that date not because it coincided with Amie's birth date, but because it was a college holiday so he and Angga did not bother stealing time to study or teach.
Today I saw the news of Mount Kelud in East Java erupting. One day before Valentine's Day. February 13, 2014. I only read the news because I happened to be far away from Indonesia. It turns out that the ashes of Mount Kelud to close the island city of Java. No flights can be made. Good thing before the airport closed I had arrived in Solo.
“With the family of Rahmi Susyarti's mother?” ask someone at the end of the phone I received.
“Yes right I am her brother,” I replied quickly.
“Amie's mother and her husband were in an accident. He is currently in a SRIKANDI hospital. Please come here soon sir,” the sad news I received. Brother's accident. She has been pregnant since December 2013.
I received the call on February 17, 2014. Ragil and I were on television when they got a call from the hospital that Amie had an accident. We rushed to the hospital after first notifying Putro who had not arrived home.
Mom and Dad were shocked. They hope that Amie is okay.
My father and I immediately went to the receptionist while Ragil had a mother who since hearing the news of the accident immediately suffocated like he had no bones.
“Bu Rahmi is still on IGD. While her husband was in the morgue because he died immediately at the scene,” me and my father were shocked to hear the news. Dad immediately contacted Mr. Handoyo, Angga's father. I take care of both administrations. The Amie and Angga Administration.
‘Good morning everyone, I'll just pass on the sad news. Has died peacefully Anggoro Kusno bin Handoyo (Angga ) last night February 17, 2014 at 19. 50 due to drama in Solo. The body will be buried today February 18, 2014 at 13:00 in the village of Purbowinangun Jogja. In addition, please pray for Angga's wife who is currently in a coma and has just lost their baby candidate. Rahmi was treated at Srikandi Solo hospital.’
At 00:52 I sent news in group BBM (remember the setting of the 2014 story yes) if Angga died and Amie critical.
That day I was alone in the hospital. Mas Putro and Ragil accompanied the mother and father to deliver the body of Angga to Jogja, the hometown of Angga and Amie. They attended my sister's husband's funeral. They returned to the Solo case in the early hours of February 19, 2014 at 01.12. I asked everyone to rest at home immediately. No need to come to the hospital.
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Day four February 21, 2014. It was Drg Eka Putro and Ragil who took care of Amie. Mas Putro grasped the fingers of his sister who felt very cold. He looked at the sweet face of his cousin's sister.
‘Why is your fate often left by people close to you Dek? After the death of all your families, now you are left behind by your husband and future children. You are steadfast yes, Mas pray when you realize later you are strong to face the sad news you receive.’
Putro could only hope for his younger brother to be strong. He had advised his father, mother and sisters to anticipate when Amie woke up and asked Angga and felt the baby was no longer in his stomach.
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Maybe because at the birth of Ragil the father decided he would not add another child. Though all her children were all boys, then the mother finally often momong Amie who was two years older than our youngest sister. Since then Amie has been a mother's daughter.
“Sabar Bu. Mas Putro said his condition is getting better even though he was not aware,” entertain me. I don't want you to get sick thinking about Amie, either.
“Sampe when is Mas? I'm afraid she's followed by Angga and their child,” my mother was even afraid that Amie would also die like her husband.
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I saw Amie open her eyes. I pressed the button to call the nurse.
“I where Mas, why installed infusion?” amie asked quietly, apparently she was confused about her own condition. I dare not immediately answer, I fear wrong.
I saw that mom was about to finish her prayers. I'd better wait for mom to answer all of Amie's questions.
“Before Deck, wait for nurses and doctors to come first. You are in the hospital,” I replied.
The doctor on duty examined Amie carefully. The doctor also asks what Amie feels, dizziness or not, nausea or not and many other things.
Mother who just finished the prayer immediately approached, she knew all these questions Amie had to answer wisely.
I followed the doctor and nurse out of the room to ask Amie's condition of course I immediately informed my father, Putro and Ragil about Amie who was conscious.
***
‘Amie just woke up, Mas don't know what will happen after this . When he found out Angga and his fetus died in the accident.’
“Bude, why am I here, where is Angga mas?” I heard Amie ask my mother.the doctor just finished checking her and allowed her to drink little by little. Mom has made some warm sweet tea for Amie to drink.
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