Adit, that's my name. I have a twin brother that is adib. He is very intelligent and responsive in solving problems. As for me, I am the opposite of adib. Often I am compared with the advantages of adib.
Everything is completely adib, I do not feel there is any advantage besides troubling people around me. Adib always said to encourage my life, 'Sister, do it all without looking at what others are talking about, as long as you do right'. There is no pride and arrogance embedded in the soul of my adib, my brother.
Mama who has given birth even more loves adib, the father who always provide for our family members are also gifted by a more special to adib. This is excessive discrimination in my opinion. Yes please, let me not hold my mind, I'm positive with my life.
Neighbors who are usually at ease with their affairs, this time feel invited to always talk and compare me with adib. Every time I passed, there must have been a glance that was not comforting to be found by me. But instantly adib passes, greeting for the sake of greeting is always poured out. I can only stroke my chest just looking at this phenomenon.
Once upon a time, unwanted events were overwritten by adib. Chemical fluid concerns both eyes when practicing at school. Finally adib rushed to the nearest hospital, the teachers concerned and I went to the hospital.
Arriving at home, it turns out there has been a representative teacher from the school who reported the incident to our parents. Have not had time to kiss the hands of my parents, they both went straight to the hospital. While I keep the house for the sake of safety together.
However, immediately I swept the house even gossip from my neighbors. They say 'have their own siblings affected, unfortunately not pity and not guarded'. I could only stroke my chest again at the chatter of the neighbors.
I am very fond of my parents and sister. My duty to keep my sister has been completed even for a while, while the house assignment that is always charged to me I have not done, therefore I go home to carry out my duties.
After doing the housework, I immediately locked the entire house and went to the hospital to visit and keep adib. But as soon as I got to the hospital right in front of the door to the nursing room, I heard a discussion between the doctor and my parents.
I did not think this would happen, the decision that made me this heavy makes me more tense and even touching in my life. The doctor decides that the adib eye can not rescue, but can be replaced with another new eye ball he can recover as usual, even if the operation succeeds.
My parents are ready to change whatever it costs for the safety of the adib, even by replacing a new eyeball. I thought that my parents would write ads in mass media that they needed eye donors with a high enough rupiah. Apparently it was just a dream, the decision of parents who poured out against the doctor is to take my eye ball for adib, the family champion.
Why my fate is so unfortunate. I have a big dream, but does this not hinder my dream? The eye is one of the most important organs and its usefulness. I can only cry for a moment to see this unexpected thing. Again I can only mumble and struggle in my heart and stroke my chest.
Without further ado, I returned home and contemplated my room. God is very dear to me, and I am sure of it. I was thinking, if I do not have eyes again if I can cry? Let me spend my tears for adib, everyone's pride. Maybe in this way I can get praise from everyone who admired the adib.
The next day the operation will be carried out, without any preamble the night before the surgery I was ready and spoke to my parents before they spoke to me. I can feel the tears from my father, but I can not feel the tears in my mama's eye, which I will donate to adib is one of the organs that I love very much.
The long-awaited day came. Mother was very happy with the coming today, while I could see back there was my father who in the eyes of his eyes wanted to say something to me. But what can make it, now my time to give my valuables to my sister.
In a few minutes the operation will begin, I use it by calling my father and mother. I just want to look at them sensitively, because maybe this is the end I see those who have been instrumental in my life.
I realize I'm nothing in this family. But at least I have done good to both parents and always positive thinking in the journey of my life and believe there is a secret god hidden behind this event all.
At exactly 10:00 the operation started, I was ready to face the sharp tools that would take my eyes. I was unconscious at the time, but this time I realized but felt something was missing. Yes, the luxuries and the beauty of nature have been lost to me. All in this world have perished my thought. But I am wrong, what has been lost from beauty is not the world and the rest, but my eyes have perched on the spot where the eyes of the adib were.
Now my dreams have been erased, I can not do the usual activity. What I can do I do, but that I can not leave. With my disability I decided to stay far away so as not to embarrass the family. My father disagreed with my thoughts, but what made me even more stroking my chest was the willingness of my mother who so exuded her displeasure in approving my decision.
This is my way, before I go far and live with strangers my only one. I just want to talk to family until late at night.
In the morning, before I leave. I gave a piece of paper for adib, which I had written when last night I had perfect eyes. I did not write at length for adib, but I just wrote 'Dik, Finally I can feel. Finally I can feel like you, always praised, looked good and perfect by all people. Finally I can feel like you, though only my two eyeballs'
