Dear, Diary ...
Alira Faza Anindya. Thats my name. I am the third child of three brothers. My first brother named Ahzan Fauzi. My second sister named Alby Fazrial. " Memories of my writing during junior high school. That's my name and my two brothers. We are 3A brothers, because all begin with the letter "A". For some reason, between the three of us, my name is the longest.
"Ra ... Sleep! It's been too late! ”Mom, who saw the door of my room open, just walked in. I immediately get ready to sleep. I really love mama, because only my parents are the only ones I have.
I just arrived at school by Sis Ahzan. Sis Ahzan seems so worried about letting me go to school. Even so, I still immediately entered the high school building. I miss it so much with this high school. Maybe, it's been more than a week that I didn't set foot in this beloved high school.

Arriving at the class, Ryana, my colleague, immediately greeted me with a feeling of longing. Shortly thereafter, Mr. Ferdi entered our class. He will divide us into groups to complete the final semester assignments. Each group consists of only two people, for some reason. The task is for each group to collect one piece of handicraft. Name by name has been mentioned. Ah, apparently I'm not one group with Ryana. My name is mentioned.
"Alira with Angga ...". Angga? Who is Angga? As I recall, there was no classmate of mine named Angga. Apparently I realized that there was one foreign face in this classroom. Ryana said, Angga was a new student a few days ago.
The beginning of my meeting with him was really unpleasant.
"You just did it. I'm lazy ".
"I can't do that. If we don't do it, we can't get a value. "
"Do you care about the same value? Don't you often leave, don't you waste your values like that? ”
"I have the impression why I didn't leave. You don't need to take it, and don't need to know about me! "
This afternoon, I was in a house that I had never visited before. Angga's house. This is also because it was forced, he did not promise to come to my house. The maid was so kind, welcomed me kindly, made a drink, and of course called Angga who was not in the room. Shortly afterwards, the Angga descended with modest clothing. I can make sure he just wakes up. I told him to take a quick shower, so I could quickly do the work. According to his assistant, Angga's parents often go out of town. It can be concluded that Angga is one of the children in the world who lack attention from their parents.
I have already decided that Angga and I will make a bouquet of flowers from our fabric. Gaga protest. Because there were no other ideas, he was forced to agree. Even though I had taught, he still couldn't and often made me angry. Out of annoyance, I idly crossed his face with a marker. Uh, he turned back to me instead.
Angga and I took days to complete the task. To this day, all flowers have been completed.
"Finally, the interest is made, we just have to assemble it."
"Already, it's tomorrow again! Now you come with me! "Angga pulled my hand away from that place. He took me to the park. Angga paused then looked at me.
"If I pay attention, why are you always pale?" Angga uses me, you make me feel bad.
"I ... I'm not good." Angga left for a while and then returned with flowers from cloth. He gave it to me.
"I know it's just a flower from a cloth. I tried to make it for you. If I give you a living flower, over time he will die. But this flower won't die. He will accompany you when I'm not there for you. " I don't know what that means, but I received the flower.
I never thought that it was the last day I met him. It's been the 10th day he didn't go to school. I intend to visit his house even though my body feels bad. Many times the bell rang, but there was no one going outside. My vision feels blurry. The red liquid flowing from my nose dripped in my hand. I can see faintly, Alby, who had escorted me, ran towards me. After that, whatever happened. Everything seems dark at once.
I never thought that it was the last day I met him. It's been the 10th day he didn't go to school. I intend to visit his house even though my body feels bad. Many times the bell rang, but there was no one going outside. My vision feels blurry. The red liquid flowing from my nose dripped in my hand. I can see faintly, Alby, who had escorted me, ran towards me. After that, whatever happened. Everything seems dark at once.
I look back at my light, my eyes open. I don't wonder why I'm here, why am I wearing a patient-style blue uniform, because this is why I often don't go to school. I've been friendly with this place for a long time. I understand, the conversation between the doctor and my mom and my two brothers. I never operated, because the funds never collected. To be honest, I've been pretty tired of leukemia that has inhabited my body for the past year.
"Ma ... You don't have to be too forced if you don't have funds. I'm not okay. "
"You have to be operated so that you can recover the deck." Said Ahzan.
Suddenly, a husband and wife arrived with sad faces. They said they were willing to pay for all my treatment provided I wanted to meet his child.
I sat in a wheelchair, pushed by the woman to her son's room. I saw a man lying in bed. My tears dripped when I found out that the man was Angga. His head was shed due to brain cancer. I didn't expect that we were fellow sufferers of this malignant disease. The husband and wife, apparently Angga's parents.
"Ra ... You still like the flowers that I gave at that time right? Take good care of me! I will live on the flower for you. Do not cry! You have to get better! I already know your illness from Ryana. "
"No, no. Don't be cured, but you also have to get well! Let us make flowers together again. "
"Someone wants me to talk to you. I love you, Alira. "His eyes closed with his tears flowing.
"I love you too." My tears flowed faster. Likewise with all the people in the room. A cloud of mist enveloped the hearts of all of us.