Right and Left

A week after the events at the station. Hafiz walked down the hospital hallway towards the exit. His limp state made his steps only take half of his normal walk. Now all the bandages on several parts of his injured body have been removed, except for the head which still has a little more time to recover.

Throughout the walk from the infirmary to the exit, he was accompanied by two people on his right and left. On his right is an old man wearing a black hat, while on his left is a well-built man who is now carrying his backpack. Actually this made Hafiz feel a little calm. Because of the wisdom of his unfortunate event, now he has two new friends. Even with a fairly important background. Even though they are far apart in age.

One was an old man with the title of professor who was certainly a thinker, while the other was a well-built and strong man who was the leader of a police raid squad that often worked on physical strength.

A Taxi car was waiting for him at the exit. Hafiz and the Professor greeted Jibril before quickly entering the car. The taxi driver grabbed Hafiz's backpack which Jibril was holding, then put it in the trunk.

"You can contact me if you need anything," said Jibril as his right hand shook Hafiz and his left hand patted his shoulder.

"Thank you, sir," said Hafiz.

"Don't call sir, just Jibril," said Jibril. "Now, you are my friend."

The professor and Hafiz entered the car whose door had been opened by the driver. Now the taxi car was gone, Jibril stood up and looked at the car before it disappeared from his sight. Now Jibril was happy to get to know them through an incident that he really regretted. He never thought that what happened to Hafiz was the result of his carelessness. Even so, there is not the slightest vengeance in Hafiz. In fact, Hafiz treated him very warmly. He was very happy, Hafiz was a friend he had never had before.

***

The taxi car stopped in front of the gate of a two-story house. The house is large and quite luxurious. Hafiz and the professor got out of the car and directly entered the house. Hafiz behaved like someone who had just set foot in a place, namely by staring at the ceiling of the house showing an amazed expression on his face.

"You just stay here, you don't need to look for a boarding house or rented house, it's expensive," asked the professor. Then sat on the sofa in the living room.

"Am I not bothering you?" asked Hafiz while also sitting on the sofa opposite him.

"Never mind, it's not clear what you're going to Jakarta for, it's better here to help me take care of my private laboratory," the Professor persuaded.

"Okay! Sir," answered Hafiz in the affirmative. "Do you live alone?"

"My son goes to college outside the city, but sometimes comes home once a month." replied the Professor.

"How about your wife?" asked Hafiz.

"My wife died 15 years ago," replied the professor.

"I am so sorry, sir."

"It's Okay."

"Why don't you hire a house helper?" asked Hafiz even more curious.

"As long as you can do something yourself, why hiring someone else?" replied the Professor.

"A house this big? If you're not at home, isn't there anyone to look after?" asked Hafiz more and more chatty.

"There is a security guard, but he is returning home," replied the professor who was already starting to feel annoyed with Hafiz's chatter. "Your question isn't too stringent?, because the more you are told, the more curious you become."

"Hehe, I'm sorry, sir," said Hafiz with a small whimper and scratching his head that didn't itch.

"Now it's my turn to ask, what are you going to Jakarta for?" asked the professor.

"I also don't know, I just need calm, healing my self" replied Hafiz.

"Healing for what?"

"Break heart."

"People seek peace by going to the mountains, the beach, or the countryside. You instead go to the city," said the professor.

"All I think about is going so far away from the city whose memories have made me unable to sleep," explained Hafiz, now looking down. "I need to live a new life."

"I'm sorry if I may ask, what actually happened to make your life restless like this?" asked the professor curiously.

Hafiz was silent for a moment, a minute passed with silence between the two. Until finally he wanted to tell the event that caused his anxiety to arise. Even then, with her eyes starting to tear up. He couldn't help but feel sad because of his traumatic memories.

The professor really understands and understands what Hafiz is feeling, so he doesn't dare to ask further for fear that Hafiz will get sad and depressed again.

"Until now

I don't even understand the meaning of what Sari said to me, the meaning of her attitude towards me. I was really made to wonder about it," said Hafiz whose tears were already flowing profusely. "Even I thought that something was affecting his mind, something was making him depressed."

"You can't guess like that," the professor said firmly. "Alright, don't go on anymore."

Hafiz was crying even more. It is still etched in his memory when the body of the woman he loved died lying stiff with blood staining his beautiful kebaya.

***

Hafiz is not the only person shrouded in anxiety in his life. There are other people who also feel the same anxiety even though the cause is different. People who have experienced bad events that if others judge will be considered very trivial. Even though we never know the size of the problem. Only those who experience it bear the weight.

The death of a lover is a tragedy that is quite tragic for those who experience it. But when juxtaposed, it also cannot reduce the traumatic value of a shepherd who lost dozens of his pets. Of course people will consider it inappropriate if these two tragedies are compared, because there are very different values ​​between the two. However, who has the right to give value to it. All tragedies that lead people to grief will be of equal value, regardless of their form.

Abdul is only one of many people in this world who have had a heartbreaking experience, but not everyone can understand it. Because some might laugh at his unfounded anxiety. For most people, losing a pet is not a big deal. But for those who experience it, this event is enough to make a person feel a heart attack. Because sometimes something that others consider a comedy, is actually a tragedy for those who experience it.

Now Abdul opened his eyes which had been closed for about a minute. With a confused face, he looked around. He found he was in the bus he was riding. He looked around in amazement at every corner, the condition of the bus looked normal. He remembered that the bus had fallen and even sunk into the lake. But the bus still runs fine. Everyone on the bus looks fit and clean. Even the person sitting next to him was still the same person.

He wanted so badly to think it was just a dream, but it was so real. He could still feel the chill on his wet body from splashing into the lake, even though his clothes were now dry and normal.

Is this just a dream? Or is this a Delusion? Who is the person next to him? What kind of experience is this?

***