Between
Sadness and Happiness
In
this year I thought I would have a best year I could have because in January my
sister would give birth at my house. I prepared everything to receive the new
niece. I prepared a name because my sister asked to me to find a good name for
her baby. My parents also did the same thing like me. My father painted the
wall, cleaned the yard and repaired the door. My mother prepared everything related with cooking because the family from Jakarta would come to my house to celebrate akekah. My parents were happy because they had waited a grandchild for ten years. My sister and my brother-in-law also felt the same.
They were very happy to have a baby. I thought their happiness completed.
On the next week my sister and my brother came back from Jakarta. But my brother just accompanied my sister. He came back again to Jakarta because he could not leave his work. But he would come back again when 28 January because on that day was the estimated date for baby to be born. So on the next day I accompanied him to the rail station. On the way he asked me to talk about my friend who died in accident and he asked to me what I felt. Of course I felt sad, but he said to me to pray for him. On the way he always asked me to talk.
Day by day I waited to see a baby. My all family also came to my house to give congratulation to my sister. But when 27 January my mother had a call from Jakarta and this was a bad news. I did not think before. My brother was sick. He was in ICU and his condition was very poor. My mother still hides this news from my sister. She confused about this. But when she tried to be okay and hide from my sister, there was someone who gave news to my sister. And I could not imagine this. It was very hard for me. And we decided to go to Jakarta because my sister forced my parents.
On the way we were silent one another, 12 hours we on the car. On 12.00 a.m we arrived on hospital. And I could not say anything. We just cried to see him. I could not imagine how my sister’s feeling. On the next day my sister checked her condition to doctor on the same hospital. The doctor decided to surgery my sister because her condition was weak. On 29 January my niece was born. We were very happy even thought my brother still in ICU. The doctor who checked my brother said that his condition was very poor. We just waited miracle from God. That was very bad news. But I could not talk to my sister and my mother. When I saw my sister on her room she looked happy and I could not say the truth.
On the next day when I was in my sister’s room I called by someone to see my brother. I ran to ICU. My brother was in critical condition. The doctor asked the nurse to call his wife. My sister came. She cried and held the pain for her surgical injury. I saw the doctor tried to save my brother and how powerless I am. I was in the room, and my sister kept calling him and she refused to let him go. I just stood there and did nothing.
