Finally Kania and Farhan arrived at Gunadarma University. Kania had gotten off her motorbike but for some reason the helmet that Kania was wearing couldn't come off. Finally, Kania asked Farhan for help to let her go. Farhan is happy to help him.
Not far from where they were, Mr. Ali saw all the events. Where he saw Farhan who was taking off his helmet for Kania, made his chest rumble even more. Instantly Maira hugged him making all students and students see it. Likewise with Kania, her heart hurts a lot. But he tried not to care like he had been doing all this time.
"Let's go," said Kania, pulling Farhan's hand.
As for Mr. Ali, he tried to free Maira's arms from him. Because he doesn't want all his students and students to misunderstand, because the students and students know that Pak Ali is still single and it's impossible to like someone with revealing clothes.
"Maira! I hope you can be professional this time, at least only this time!" said Mr. Ali, then left Maira alone with a feeling of irritation.
"Kana."
"What is it, Mr. Ali?"
"Kania, what you see is not what you think-" Maira quickly interrupted the conversation between Kania and Pak Ali. He quickly introduced himself, even though no one wanted to know about him.
"Hi! My name is Maira," he said, looking cynically at Kania's face.
"Waalaikumsalam, Kania Putri Ramadhani."
"Waalaikumsalam? Oh, I'm not a Muslim," said Maira while looking sharply at Kania which made Kania uncomfortable with Maira's gaze.
"Sorry, Nia doesn't know," said Kania apologetically. Surprisingly Maira becomes good or pretends to be good.
"Oh haha, no need to apologize, honey."
"Sir, Maira, Nia go to the room first. Come on, Farhan!" Kania said while pulling Farhan's hand forcibly. Which made Farhan a little surprised and made Mr. Ali boil even more.
"Haha, yes! Please go there! You PHO!"
"MAIRA! Watch your words!"
Then, with quick steps, Mr. Ali left Maira with his anger towards Kania.
…
Mr. Ali entered his room, today he is lazy to teach. He decided to call Kahfa but someone suddenly entered his room without saying hello. If you thought it was Maira, congratulations, you are wrong, because the one who suddenly entered was Farhan with an angry face.
"What do you need?" said Mr. Ali in a slightly arrogant tone.
"Are you satisfied with all this? Huh?! You've got a woman who is very perfect like Kania! But what?! You made a woman's heart soft like Kania and then you hurt her! Tch!" said Farhan as he continued to stare angrily at Mr. Ali's face.
"What do you mean, Muhammad Farhan!"
"Well, I think you are a great man, a man of great insight. But your attitude this morning has made everything that you are proud of gone in an instant!"
"If you want to get kicked out of here, the exit will be very wide open."
"You are too proud of what you are feeling right now, to the point that you forget that it was a small person like me who made you like this!"
"ENOUGH YOU, MUHAMMAD FARHAN! SPEAK CLEARLY!"
"Father, by bringing Maira, a woman who loves you, has hurt Kania. And I don't like things that hurt her!" Farhan said in a low tone.
"Then you think I'm not hurt?"
"What do you mean? I hope you can be professional."
"You and Kania, am I not sick?"
"Oh.. so you're jealous?"
"What do you think? Who doesn't get jealous when his future wife is with another man?" said Mr. Ali as he approached Farhan.
"Then which wife-to-be wouldn't be disappointed when she promised to pick her up but suddenly canceled it and only to be with a beautiful and open Caucasian like Maira?" Farhan said in a high tone again. He was furious to see Mr. Ali who seemed not to want to be blamed.
"Okay, fine! I was wrong, but you are also wrong and Maira too-"
"Baby?" Maira said then walked coquettishly towards Mr. Ali.
"Well, I should spend my break with Kania," said Farhan and then left Mr. Ali and Maira.
"Maira!" Mr. Ali shouted in his room.
"Sorry," Maira said softly.
"Ah!"
"Sorry."
"What happens, let it happen, and rest assured that Allah has thousands of happiness to heal the wounds during this time."
…
I was sitting on a park bench, yes with Farhan. Smiling at him. Then looking away, my eyes caught the weak body of an old man. Slowly this foot stepped towards the weak father on the other side of the road, intending to help him. But who would have thought that the old man was an intermediary for me to return to the hospital.
I was too excited, the red light flashed as a sign that there was no activity for car or motorcycle drivers. unexpectedly that mighty red light quickly turned green. And ….
Many people approached me, looked at me with pity, which was covered in my own blood, flowing swiftly and freshly. I'm still awake, I can't believe everything that happened so fast. As it turns out, death comes to us all the time. Match, sustenance, and death have been determined by the Creator. My eyes caught a woman who wanted to run away ... Maira? Then Farhan suddenly lifted my head which was covered with blood. Her thighs became a pillow, my hijab became my crown and also a bandage on my head.
"Are you going to be okay, Nia?"
I smiled, looking at Farhan's happy crying face. I want to say that I don't feel any pain.
Farhan looked back at me, then kissed my forehead. I don't have much courage to say. Farhan don't do it, everyone is still looking at me and Farhan, as if they have run out of ideas for what to do next.
"Someone please call an ambulance!" Farhan shouted which made them suddenly move looking for flat objects in their pockets, then called.
The ambulance came, I still see everything clearly. Farhan continued to cry while carrying me to the ambulance. Slowly moving, leaving the scene, which many policemen are approaching.
…
Farhan kept screaming, telling everyone in the hospital. Screaming like crazy while smiling then saying, "Nia will survive!"
I was a little disappointed to see Farhan crying because of me.
Slowly leaving the hospital, suddenly I caught the figure of a lecturer who made this heart always feel calm. I saw sadness and fear on his face. Then who followed the lecturer? Yes. He is Muhammad Ali Safar Alexis. He is the person I love. Keep telling him that I'm here, but he seems deaf, you weird lecturer.
"What happened to Nia?"
Plaque!
I was surprised, Farhan slapped Pak Ali, while Pak Ali could only apologize.
"Farhan! What are you doing!"
I screamed, but why did Farhan not hear the screams from me? Haha it turns out he's weird too.
"I know I was wrong. But having you blame me will only make things worse."
"Well, listen, it's Muhammad Farhan!" I said again, but while holding Farhan's shoulder, but Farhan? Why is he still focused on looking at Mr. Ali's face?
The doctor came out of the room, then approached Farhan, Mr. Ali and I. Trying to appear strong while saying, "Sir, start learning to let go."
Basic doctor. they can't, I've also taught that with Farhan. Farhan looked at the doctor's face then lifted his collar so that the doctor couldn't breathe.
"Farhan, wake up, I will go into the room and check on Kania's condition," said Mr. Ali and then left me with Farhan.
"Mr. Ali, wait, Nia will come. Farhan!"
I followed Mr. Ali who entered someone's patient room. I was surprised to see who was lying down? Who's he? Why look like me? I really couldn't believe it, especially since Pak Ali started to cry, while hugging the fake Kania.
"What are you doing? This is Kania? What are you doing?!"
There was no response at all, Pak Ali continued to cry over the fake Kania, then slowly covered his face with a clean white cloth.
Pak Ali came out of the fake Kania's room. I followed him too. I can clearly see that Pak Ali and Farhan really love me. I got worried. I saw Farhan come out and come back with his guitar, then start singing a song that I often sing with Farhan.
"Dance and keep laughing ... Even though the world is not as beautiful as heaven ... Be grateful to the powerful." Farhan cried unable to continue the song anymore.
Pak Ali stepped closer to Farhan, then sat down and cried like what Farhan did. I cried seeing them both, what should I choose? Whereas the best for women is to be loved, and they? Loving myself. What should I do? When love have to choose.
I entered the room, my body was still weak, I still wanted to live. But not now, I want Ummi to realize that I am not Rania but Kania. I came back out of the room, looked back at Pak Ali and Farhan who were getting worse.
I'm dizzy, which one should I choose. On the one hand, I have to make sure that Ummi knows that I am Kania, not Rania, on the other hand, I also cannot bear to see Pak Ali and Farhan like this. Okay I won't be selfish.
I went back into the room, then slowly entered my body, And...
"Mr. Ali, Farhan?"
They raised their heads looking for the source of the voice. Slightly surprised or even disbelieving at all, looked at each other then slightly stepped back a few steps.
"Dorr!"
"Aaaaaaaa." I shouted, surprised, with a voice coming from Farhan's mouth. Ah, that sucks.
"I'm sorry, you've been daydreaming for a long time now, I'll buy you some fried rice, sis."
I was surprised, what? Am I just hallucinating? I didn't even have an accident, yet why is everything like reality?
"Don't worry, I'm already full."
"Don't be like that, your health is important to me."
"I'm full, you just eat."
"I'm also full," said Farhan with a smile.
"Farhan, you just eat."
"Kana."
"Farhan."
"Ali."
Eh, Farhan and I looked at each other then slowly looked back. It turns out that there is Mr. Ali, I don't know how long he's been here
"Hi, Assalamualaikum." he said then sat down on the empty bench right in front of me
"Waalaikumsalam," Farhan and I answered the greeting.
"You two?" Farhan and I are looking for some fresh air."
"Oh, fresh air huh, honey?"
I was a little surprised to hear Pak Ali call me 'darling' I don't know what happened to him.
"How about we have dinner?"
"Hah?" I said with slightly bulging eyes.
"I'd better say goodbye, I'm afraid to disturb you."
"Farhan... you can come too."
"Kania, dinner is only for two people."
"Says who? We can have dinner three of us," continued Mr. Ali.
"Well...let's go, Farhan!"
"I said I didn't want to come!" Farhan snapped and then left me with Mr. Ali.
"Nia, you get in the car. I'll take you home."
"Nia doesn't want to, sir. You can have dinner with Maria."
"Maira."
"Whatever. Want Maria, Maira, or even and whatever! Nia doesn't care!" I said and left Pak Ali.
"You are jealous?"
"Funny jealousy is when we realize that Nia and Father can never be us."
"Says who? You can."
"Then, what about Maira?"
"I never had feelings for him."
"But he has feelings for you."
"It was his fault."
"His fault? The father who made his heart feel the hope of living together."
"I never told him to expect to live with me."
"Ah!"
"Kania, believe me, you have carved my heart with your name."
I can only nod. I hope he's telling the truth.
"Sir, can you sing, Nia?"
"Yes, I am a loyal listener if the topic of conversation is you."
I laughed a little, as did Mr. Ali.
"Speak love... Say one name... As beautiful as your words are written in my book... Love that glorifies-"
I stopped singing making Pak Ali raise his eyebrows.
"Nia suddenly forgot the lyrics, hehe."
"Um, let me remember first, what song I memorized."
"It's late, sir, another time. Let's take Nia home," I said with a smile.
"Okay, next time, fine."