DREAM BEFORE YOU DEAD

Ramadhani, even at death's door, I still remember with ucapanku at a time. At the time of the other, many times I will say more later went first from you. "Dead young," even said. And you always lock the mouth with just a kiss my lips. Cut off-I said the word menurutmu inappropriate. Just at a time, before we have to be separated for the rocket to dihembuskan of the earth, you got a slap cheek when kiriku again I repeat the sentence of death is. No more smell like. I think you may have can not be patient menghadapiku. Or are you too scared? In fact I have so often talk about the leaves with my name in the tree branches. That he, said, while the yellow and then go to hasten dry autumn. He is very short, will not compete until the age of us in there.

But then we meet again in a place that we call life. But the situation is very different. We still contemporary, but it can not be said that as an adult. We still talk just is not tidy. Here to there, typical language children. All very different to what we had lalui together in a time past. Before we both tertiupkan to this nature.

NAFASKU terpatah-broken. I feel very tired. As a woman renta waiting period of close age. Run only in a notional indeed both feet never move any where. But I was not old. Although also-ran can not run away. I only continue to lie and lie. Since my father journey to heaven. Eyes still accommodate the many buliran not get a clear turn for the spill. I terlanjur asleep. And now, I dream.

My father stood in the shade so soft but it seemed strange to me. I tried to call, but voice stopped at the dry tenggorokanku. Long once I do not drink the water through the mouth. Infus the lapse of only a hand hold kananku penetrate so far. My father is dead, as if kehadiranku not see here. Perhaps nostalgic pounding in my chest that did not upset enough to be hard to sign keinginanku met with?

I saw the picture again when my father and my mother meninggalkanku. "My father must be abroad," said a mother at night.

"For what?" tanyaku.
"To work," my father respond. "My father's promise will not go long. You can mark the day with continued mencoreti each calendar desk calendar on my father. Every day. And without you realize, my father would have been back here."

I do not believe installing the face, "My father's promise?"
My father bow steady. Tingkahku see my mother smile. And I mengantarkannya to the airport with a heavy heart.

Next, I am busy with my father owned mencoreti calendar. But my father went so long. I waited until exhaustion and lazy start mencoreti calendar as the father had requested. I started crying and angry at my mother, but also all people. Weakened my body because I always refuse food and even drinks. I am reluctant to speak, including the friend sepermainanku, ramadhani. Until one day my mother said if my father will not go home again. "My father is flying to heaven," he said.

Since then, I really hate the numbers. I am not averse to dismantling and would like to see the calendar terpajang at home. I hate the things. I also began to chafe like myself. Until I finally get sick and have to lie in the hospital for baunya is not very tasty.

Shadow soft feel of my father and the slowly fade. I look and menajamkan pandanganku, but useless. Hadapanku in the atmosphere changed into white, and so the meeting by removing the thick fog of cold. One form of adult males appears to penetrate fog walking toward me. Body is much higher from me. He smiled and menggandeng hand. Skin feels so smooth hands in telapakku.

While mengajakku to sit down, man was told about the sky and breathe heaven. I remember on my father and said to the men in sebelahku, "Is my father there?"

"True," answered.
"Where?"
"On the seventh heaven."
"What we can to get there?" tanyaku not patient.
"Soon we will be there. But, no condition."
"What condition?" sahutku spirit.
"You first have to calculate the amount of the sky. If not, you will not get to the father. Because you will lose."

"If we forget that, I would not count. I hate the numbers!" I cried.
"In heaven, you can also count the stars."
"I did not want to calculate the sky or anything."
"Trust, you will like it."
"For what I count the stars?"
"Perhaps there are also the father, the stars."
"Really?"

Men's bow is. I memeluknya without hesitation. The atmosphere is serene incarcerate us both. I lean my head to the chest of male. Not have any voice in this place, except tap jantungku own. Sound of gulp that is long enough this feels very weak. I enjoy jantungku tap into the distinctive tone beautifully for me.

"What we can count this vote?" said point jantungku noise.
"Yes, of course. Count. It will be fun if we count the things that we like."
"What voice will always ring forever?"
"No. He will stop, if you're already dead."
"Dead? Go to Heaven, like my father? Begitukah?"
"Yes."
"If I die, what can I meet my father?"
"Of course."
"I wanted to vote to stop this strike," I said slowly.
"Your mother will be sad if you leave," answered the man.

"Do not tell my mother if I die. Berjanjilah to dwell. As the mother at first, when my father left us."
"What about your friends, ramadhani?"

I subside. Ramadhani? Ah, I melupakannya. What I tega so just leave? But ... I have not said this to him first, at the time of the other? Of course he'll understand.
I will just say the male ramadhani that it will be good only if you must kutinggalkan, but he had disappeared from pandanganku. I no longer reside in pelukannya. The atmosphere of the white foggy now switch to the garden which is very beautiful and full of flowers. Fragrant aroma of the sheath-sheath bermekaran meet place who have never even kutemui this.
At that time, in the distance, I again saw my father stand on its own figures. This time he was up to arahku and smiled. I reply with senyumannya running menujunya. But pandanganku suddenly become hazy. I continue to walk all the more invisible olehku. I stop feeling disappointed with langkahku.
I remember the friend kecilku. Ramadhani, if after this I must go, then all that will be Searched saw one beautiful dream before death. I said in the liver.

I see you sitting on the side of the pembaringanku. But shady eyes glisten. This hospital room looks more like mortuary. Cold, quiet, and the souls of the frozen. I am still asleep. Occasionally menyapamu cry, but you do not mendengarku. I saw a dream that is still left with kaburnya. You will not believe, ramadhani, I met my father in mimpiku.

I remember the other world. You time, ramadhani, kiss my lips when I talk about death. But now you look a little different. Your face looks as if very fear of death are to the opera. And, ah, ramadhani, see! My father came again. Mimpiku clear again. I quickly drown themselves in the picture mimpiku.

In the behind, stretch hands for my father. Chest full of nostalgia that is not tertawar again. ... And in the opposite direction, "Hey, that's you, ramadhani. You're also here?" tanyaku. But you still. Rigid. Not long after you call my name very slowly. Not be nearly olehku. In fact I come to you like you or not?

I can not choose. Between my father and you, in mimpiku. Total Napasku already panting. This is tiring, ramadhani. But also fun. A unique experience that can not be carelessly told. I am sure once this is far more interesting than the sky or the stars.

Then all terpastikan. Someone on the head, interesting things from my body. There is so despite the trek. Very fast, but had membuatku tercekat.

I forgot all mimpiku. Suddenly my father already memelukku with eratnya. While you're crying in the embrace of my mother, at the end of the pembaringanku. Doctors pull out hose infusku. I cried for you, "I will miss ciumanmu, ramadhani." But again you can not mendengarku, but just continue to cry. ***

WORK : Maya Wulan