Just a Servant
Meeting dad.

I stared at the man who was lying weakly in the hospital patient's bed... He is Yudhishthira, my father. My biological father...

According to the story I heard, his health dropped, since knowing that his only child was missing was not necessarily the burden. And the child in question is me.

My memory of him does not exist. But the feelings of affection, haru and anxiety that I felt towards the person they called my father were indeed there.

I was moved, because it turned out, without me knowing all this time, not only did I feel lost. Can I be happy for that? I'm happy because I'm not an outcast...

I was also worried, because as a result of losing myself, making my loved ones suffer from this kind of pain.

Even in his unconsciousness, he kept calling my name...

"Anna's.... Anna..." Calling lirih.

I clasped his hand tightly.

"Dad.. I'm here..." My leg is not losing. My voice is like being stuck in my throat.

Anna, that's their call to me, a part of Widiana's name. While Yudhistira, that's my father's name. Hence the name listed in all my personal documents is Widiana Yudhistira...

About mymom.... In the document, it is written, if I am the daughter of a Retno Wulandari, she is the wife of my father. Yep... The woman who suddenly entered the room and ranting was not clear earlier... But actually, I was born from Sofia's mother's womb...

At first it was a bit complicated to hear their stories. How can I have two mothers and two fathers, but that's how it is. For more details, next time I will tell you. Now I tell you how I got to this hospital. The hospital where I was treated this afternoon...

Finished dinner last night, we gathered in the living room. I sat next to Bagas's wheelchair. While the others sat as they wished.

Sofia's mother sat on the long sofa in front of me next to Retno's mother (so she said I used to call my father's wife). On the right, you sit on a single sofa next to a long bench that Ramdan occupied while smoking.With Yoga, he stands on the doorstep of the living room and dining room.

We started to tell each other the father, the mother, Yoga, and the mother, telling me who I really am. Mommy until showing a photo of KK on her phone. He said the KK was deliberately photographed to take care of some administrative requirements that were suddenly needed. Ramdan also follows the story anyway, but the story of him is not too I indented, because the story he always revolved about me as his fiancee.

They also asked me about what had happened to me all this time. Unfortunately I don't know myself. All I could tell was a story I heard from someone else, that I was the only surviving bus passenger.

"His blade fell into the abyss, and exploded. Killed all the passengers and the driver and conductor. There was nothing left to research, as the bus fragments and passengers fell into a fast-moving river and were washed away... " I said retell what people said.

"Oh my God, my son..." Sofia's mother immediately got up from her seat and immediately hugged me while crying...

At first I told her in an ordinary tone, but after hearing Sofia's mother cry, suddenly my tears flowed.

"I woke up in the hospital, but I don't remember a single thing, who or where I came from..." I continued to tell stories while sobbing.

"I'm in pain.I'm lonely. I stayed in the hospital for treatment. In return for that service, once I was well enough, I worked odd jobs there, because I couldn't live for that long...Until then I was taken to the Bagas mas family and finally we got married..."

"Son Bagas.... Thank you so much for taking my son and you and your family... If there are no you, I don't know what my son is... He's definitely gonna hang around... " Say Mom on Bagas.

"It is precisely I who thank Nurul, ma'am..." Say mas Bagas.

We do not mention how I first entered the Darmawan family. Let it be discussed later, because mother Retno then mentioned about my father.

"Anna's... Mommy knows that you are tired and still confused about your current condition... Your father's sick. He was expecting your presence..."

"My father...? That doesn't mean Mr. Ruswanto...?" I asked with a hanging tone because I was not sure while looking at him. I see Mr. Ruswanto is fine. It must not be this father who is meant by mother.

"No, that hurt your father..." Answer mother Retno.

Hearing that I immediately thought, if Sofia's mother with Yudhishthira's father must have been a married couple who have now divorced and have their own partners. A new question arises..is it because of that then in my personal documents should be written my new mother's name? Shouldn't be necessary, right?

"Anna... You want to see me...?" Ask mother again.

"When?" Ask me

"As soon as possible.Pity him.he always calls your name."

I looked at Bagas.

"How, mas? Can we go tonight too? Or better wait until tomorrow?"

"If you're not tired, now you can..." Answer bagas.

"Mas itself? Was I not tired?"

"It's okay... You must want to see your father soon, right?" Said Bagas while smiling soothingly.

"Thank you..." I said as I grabbed Bagas' hand and kissed him. Mas Bagas replied by wiping the top of my head.

Finally, after getting ready for a while, so we went to visit dad. My mom and dad came too. Yoga chose to stay at home, while Ramdan, he came home shortly before we left for the hospital.

Can you imagine how I feel? I can't identify the feelings I'm feeling right now. All mixed up, making my chest stiff.

Yudhistira's father was admitted to the hospital's VVIP room. In addition to the nurse, there were also seen some people standing guard, who saw the mother and we came, immediately pulled over to give privacy.

"Anna. Look, it's your father..." Mother said, when we were in my room. Dad was lying in a separate room from that room.

While the others stood waiting on the doorstep, I slowly approached. My heart was beating faster followed by a sense of uneasiness when I saw the figure of the father who I did not know lying weak in such a way on the patient's bed.

"Dad..." Call me weak.

The father I called was apparently asleep. I looked towards my mother and mother. They moved their hands, telling me to keep getting closer. I looked at Bagas. He's nodding. Therefore I continue the step closer to the father's bed.

"Dad..." Call me again. I dare to take her hand.

I looked at Dad's face. At first glance I feel that I have seen this face.

Is my memory back?

I'm trying to dig up my memory. Where I've seen this face...

But the memory that arises is when I saw the figure of my father on the television screen while with Bagas.

Yeah, it's not an old memory...

I unconsciously complained of disappointment. My memory is when I first saw my father who fell unconscious while distributing groceries in a slum... That's it, nothing more.

How quaint. I really didn't feel like I knew the man, but I felt so close to him, and it was sad to see him in such a weak state.

I sat in the chair next to the bed.

"Dad..." Call me again. This time I kissed his hand. Kissed repeatedly. Till....

"Anna..." A soft voice sounded like moaning to say my name.

I'm looking.

"Dad..."

I saw his eyes open and looked at me with a pus. There are tears there.

"Anna..." Saying while trying to wake up. But it looks like his body is less strong, so his body is even limp about to roll over. Mr. Ruswanto immediately moved to help me straighten the body and stuffed it with a pillow.

"Anna..."

"Dad..."

Our reflexes held each other in tears.

I don't know because I'm too happy or anything... Suddenly my father's breath went off. The doctor was immediately called to provide treatment. For a while we just sat tensely in the waiting room of that room. The doctor finally won the father over, and he fell asleep again.

"Mas... tonight, may I sleep here with you...?" I asked Bagas for permission. Mas Bagas seemed to think for a moment before nodding in agreement.

"May, let me sleep on the couch..." The answer.

"Eng... If you want to go home... "

"And leave you alone here? Won't do..." Cut the Bagas fast. Suddenly my smile widened. I kissed her hand and kissed her.

"Thank you, mas..." Sincerely said.

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