"How is my friend doing, Doc?"
Marcell, who had been pacing back and forth waiting for Doctor Ilham to come out of the room with anxious expectation, immediately attacked the question that had been haunting his brain.
Staring at a young doctor in front of him, Marcell was no longer patient because Doctor Ilham seemed to be silent while sighing furiously. Actually, what's wrong with Weeby? Why was Marcell feeling so bad?
"Can I talk to her parents?" asked Doctor Ilham, which must have been intended for Marcell.
"I don't know her parents, Doc, but wait, maybe Weeby's cell phone has their number," Marcell replied firmly, and Doctor Ilham nodded in agreement.
Marcell took Weeby's backpack that was lying on the chair. Not wanting to waste time, Marcell unzipped the bag, and stopped at a flat black object.
A sigh of relief had just escaped Marcell's nostrils when he opened Weeby's cell phone, which didn't have a password on it. Marcell pressed the contact menu and started searching for Weeby's father's contact name. And Marcell's thumb instantly stopped at the number that read "My Dad".
Marcell dropped her cell phone near his ear, waiting and hoping anxiously that Weeby's father would pick up this call soon.
Marcell's faint smile a second after the connection was made rose to form a sweet curve on his lips. He quickly moved the phone away from his ear and handed it to Doctor Ilham. The black phone was gladly welcomed by the doctor.
A few moments later.
About thirty minutes into the wait, Marcell's tail eye could see a middle-aged man running in this direction. Instantly Marcell stood up from his seat as the man stood in front of him with ragged breathing, occasionally he also coughed because the oxygen around him had not entered his lungs.
Doctor Ilham, who had been waiting faithfully, also smiled slightly, he thought it was Weeby's father. From the questions Marcell asked the young and handsome doctor, he said he didn't have a busy schedule today, therefore he was happy to accompany Marcell to wait for Weeby's parents.
"Doc, what's wrong with my girl? Why did she get in here?" Andika asked anxiously, a cold sweat just breaking out from his temples. His face looked very tense.
Before answering, Doctor Ilham let out a short breath, "Your girl has a serious illness, Weeby has been taking drugs, it makes his soul more fragile, I am also not sure if she often gets dizzy, nauseous, and faints suddenly. It's all because of the drugs she takes."
"What, Weeby overdosed?" Marcell then interrupted, and Doctor Ilham's gaze, which was originally staring at Andika, now turned to Marcell.
"You could say that, if your girl still continues to take the drug, she could be stressed and end up fatal, sorry, I mean dead."
The words from Doctor Ilham's mouth made Andika's chest feel tight immediately; he did not expect that his actions towards Weeby would end like this. In fact, so far, he has only satisfied his resentment over leaving his favorite wife. Andika is so aware that this is not the fault of Weeby, his only daughter, this is God's plan for him that Andika should accept properly.
"So, how is my child?" asked the middle-aged man again, looking expectantly at Doctor Ilham in front of him. Andika was already unable to hold back his tears, letting the clear liquid escape and pour down his cheeks. Unfortunately, Doctor Ilham smiled, making Andika even more furious. He firmly gripped the doctor's arm, signaling him to explain.
"Your child is still unconscious, this is all due to the effects of the medicine she took. Now you just pray that your child is given smoothness by God. I'll excuse myself first, if you want to come in, please do, but don't be noisy. Let your daughter calm down and not disturb other patients too."
Doctor Ilham smiled, then swung his legs away.
After the handsome young doctor left, Andika immediately and impatiently opened the door where Weeby was inside.
Marcell, who had been thinking about Weeby's condition, decided to follow Andika, following behind.
Andika could see that his daughter's face was a little thinner than usual, visible from the two gaunt cheeks, her sad eyes were still closed tightly, reluctant to open in such a way; and the lips that used to look fresh now looked very pale.
Without feeling it, Andika shed tears again, he knew what he had done to Weeby was very cruel. Andika couldn't imagine how tormented the child was.
"Weeby, I'm sorry, okay? You wake up, daddy needs you, please don't go after your mom, daddy still loves you, Weeby."
The voice, which was very soft and hoarse, came out of Andika's mouth. He looked at Weeby's face, which was still beautiful as usual, with a close look. Then his right hand reached out and fell on a pinch of Weeby's hair that partially covered her face. Andika then rubbed Weeby's cheek with his thumb. Now he was really very sorry, even to forgive himself was very difficult, and he did not deserve it all because he himself realized his actions had been very cruel.
Weeby was still reluctant to open her eyes, still content in her sleep. Marcell, who stood behind Andika, also felt sad, his chest also felt tight. He also felt guilty about that girl all this time. Now Marcell realized that Weeby was a strong girl, even though her father often hurt her, the girl still showed her cheerful side.
Marcell's attitude so far—that he likes to be nosy to Weeby makes Marcell's heart feel like a slap. Bitterly, Marcell swallowed his saliva again. Seeing Weeby lying weakly on the hospital gurney like this made Marcell unable to bear it. Weeby looked very pathetic. For some reason, Marcell was also worried about Weeby's condition, he was afraid Weeby was no longer there, afraid if Weeby breathed her last, afraid if he hadn't had time to apologize to that girl.
"Weeby, you have to wake up, I know, you are my strongest daughter. After this, I will promise you that I won't hurt you anymore."
Andika suddenly hugged Weeby's tiny body so tightly, not caring about the tears that soaked his daughter's uniform, he now didn't care about anything, Weeby's safety this time should be prioritized. Andika didn't want to be left by the person he loved for the second time, he wasn't ready to accept it all, and he couldn't describe his heart if all that happened. If Weeby's position could be filled by him now, Andika would have done it earlier.
Why was he so stupid? Andika hit his own head repeatedly, cursing his cruel behavior and swearing in all directions to curse himself.
Marcell, who saw the incident, just closed his mouth, confused about how to help, especially since he didn't know Weeby's father before. Marcell was a little awkward being among Weeby's family.
An hour later.
Andika sighed again, Weeby was still the same as an hour ago, busy dreaming beautifully in her deep sleep. The middle-aged man still felt scared, he had recited all the prayers for Weeby to be given safety.
Now, Andika was sitting on the gray sofa, next to Marcell, to be more precise. Inevitably, Marcell was very awkward, he occasionally glanced at Andika's face, which displayed a sad expression.
"Uncle, you have to be strong, I really believe that Weeby will be fine, Weeby will wake up soon," Marcell said softly, still half nervous, but he just let it go.
Andika, who had been struggling with his own thoughts, didn't even notice Marcell's existence until someone else's voice interrupted his ears, then raised his head, looking at the person who spoke. Then, a faint smile played at the corners of Andika's lips when he saw Marcell sitting next to him.
"Who are you?" he asked in a soft voice. He looked at Marcell with a longing gaze.
Before starting the conversation again, Marcell smiled and stuck out his hand, intending to give a greeting as a sign of respect to people older than him. "I'm Marcell, Weeby's classmate." To conclude his speech, a very sweet Marcell smile began to emerge from there and was happily reciprocated by Andika.
"You brought Weeby here?"
"Yes, uncle, I saw Weeby faint earlier, since the school's medical was already closed, so I brought Weeby here. I'm sorry if my actions were very presumptuous," said Marcell, who somehow felt very guilty, he lowered his head slightly while biting his lower lip.
"In fact, I'm very grateful to you, I didn't expect your treatment of Weeby to be so cruel, I really regret what you have done to Weeby, even to forgive yourself is not appropriate."
There was a tone in Andika's voice that was very sorry for his actions, Marcell was awkward in responding to that, he was only able to nod in understanding without intending to speak up. Fear of saying the wrong thing was more like it.
After a pause that represented the atmosphere, suddenly, Marcell and Andika turned their faces to look at Weeby, and the girl's voice was heard saying something.
"Marcell, you have to believe me, Resti is pregnant. I don't want you to be held responsible by that girl, because it's not your fault."
That's what Weeby said, sounding very soft. Her eyes were still closed tightly, only the sound that came out of her pale lips could Marcell and Andika catch it.
Marcell was a little shocked to hear Weeby's narrative. In a situation like this, Weeby was still thinking about him. Marcell was speechless. Andika, who didn't know anything about this, only showed his wavy forehead; with his eyeballs, he beamed at Marcell. He didn't understand the meaning of his daughter's name when he said such a sentence.
Marcell then approached, smiled faintly at Weeby, and then his palm grasped Weeby's hand, which was very cold against his skin.
"Yes, I trust you, I already broke up with Resti." Marcell said softly, his smile widening, he also didn't know whether Weeby heard him speak or not.
Marcell's heart felt like it was squeezed very tight, whether it came from the eyes or the tears that had accumulated in them. He desperately held it so that it did not come out and flood a pair of cheeks.
He glanced at the girl in front of him, and Marcel immediately realized that Weeby was indeed more beautiful than Resti. Why was he always so annoying to her? Even though Weeby's life is still receiving various kinds of difficulties, Marcell felt like he was one of the worst guys to Weeeby.
A second after Marcell smiled faintly at Weeby, he circulated his gaze, which then fell on the face of Andika, who had called his name earlier.
"I leave Weeby with you first; I want to go to the cafeteria for a while."
Marcell nodded obediently, and after the middle-aged man disappeared behind the door, Marcell sighed heavily, his gaze turning towards Weeby again. His hand was still tightly gripped by Weeby's small fingers. Occasionally, Marcell rubbed the back of Weeby's hand with his thumb.
"By, you have to wake up, don't you love me? Uh, does that mean you don't feel sorry for me?"
There was still no response from the girl, and Marcell again exhaled deeply. His breathing also sounded quite loud because this room was only filled with scattered silence.
Marcell was silent for a long time, he did not move at all to look at the sweet and beautiful face that radiated from Weeby's face. Then he turned his gaze to check the black-colored clock wrapped around his arm, it turned out that the hands were already showing five o'clock in the afternoon, more than seven minutes earlier.
Marcell just remembered that his motorcycle was still parked at school. He deftly called his mother to tell Mr. Oddy, the security guard at his house, to pick up his motorcycle at school.
After the line was disconnected, Marcell immediately took his cell phone away from his ear, put it back into his pants pocket, and continued to sit next to the gurney that Weeby was now sleeping on.
Another phone call suddenly entered Marcell's sense of hearing, and Marcell quickly picked up his cell phone again. Then, his forehead wrinkled, his cell phone was apparently in a dead state. The screen was dim. But, if it wasn't his cell phone, then whose milk was it?
Staring at this small room, Marcell circulated his gaze. He stood up from his seat, trying to find whose cell phone was ringing. Marcell's eyes fell on Weeby's bag, and he quickly opened the bag and took the flat object and tried to pick up the connection so that he knew who the person calling was.
Dad. That was the one word that was clearly displayed there. Without wasting any more time, Marcell immediately shifted the green button, and within a second the line was connected.
"Hello, uncle. What's up?" asked Marcell, placing the black object on his earlobe while waiting for the answer of the person on the other side.
"Marcell, can you look after Weeby? I have some business for a while, I'll be right back. Don't worry, I won't be long."
Marcell listened carefully and seriously. Finally, he began to answer.
"Yes, it's okay, I'm happy to help you." Marcell then smiled a big smile, a smile that would make anyone who saw it melt at the same time.
"Alright, thank you, okay? Om leave Weeby, I trust you."
"Yes, I hope your business goes smoothly."
"Then, will you hang up first?"
Briefly, Marcell replied, "Yes."
After both parties agreed to disconnect from each other, Marcell put Weeby's cell phone back into the bag. Now he had a very important task, looking after Weeby, as Andika had ordered.
Think of it as an apology from him for not hearing Weeby's words at that time. Although, of course, that was very, very not enough.
Why did Weeby do that? to help her.
Shouldn't that girl have been ignorant because Marcell was always nosy to her too? Now Marcell knew there was another trait lodged in Weeby's chest, yes, that girl was very kind.