Flash Fiction: Suddenly

Siti Hajar Afriani180410160077

It was on Sunday, the sun was shining so bright that I couldn’t open my eyes properly. I should be in my room spending my last day before going back to work. But I found myself sitting on the mat with my parents and my little sister. I had no idea why dad suddenly wanted to have a little picnic.

“Ra, let’s take a picture.” said dad while giving his phone to me. I stood up and wiped the sand that sticked to my feet.

“Ugh. Why did I agree to go to the beach?” I murmured to myself.

Exactly, It was because I wouldn’t let my dad drive his car because he was not in the age to drive anymore. So I decided to go half-heartedly. Then we went home before the sun set because we had no plan to go through the traffic in Jakarta. Not when I was the one who’s driving.

It was already midnight, I should had been sleeping but I was still scrolling down my phone. Then I heard someone knocked the door. I pretended to not hear anything until I heard a second knock but now with a familiar voice.

“Aura, wake up. Dad is feeling sick”. My mom whispered behind the door, afraid to wake my little sister up.

“Sick? But he was all healthy today” I said.

Then I opened the door and saw my mom standing there with a face that I had never seen before. Something just happened. Something that I wish wouldn’t happen anytime soon. Something that I refused to believe. I was in denial. Without any words, I went into my parents room and I saw him sleeping peacefully. I moved closer to him. My mind was blank.

“Dad, are you okay?” I asked, he didn’t answer.

“Dad, are you feeling sick?” I asked again, hoping he would respond to my question but nothing happened.

“Dad, let’s go to the hospital” This time, I tried to hold his hand. It was warm but felt so weak.

My heart was torn apart. I tried to breathe properly but my throat wouldn’t let me. My head was spinning and I wanted to throw up. Suddenly, everything went black and I blanked out.

I woke up. My body was sweating so much and I could feel the tears on my face. Everything was so clear that I wasn’t sure which one was the real one. Whatever it was, I wasn’t ready at all. I knew he was in his seventies but he was healthy enough for someone his age. Why so suddenly? Then, I tried to pull myself together and walked out of my room. My heart stopped. He was there. I saw him sitting on his chair, writing down something on his book. I blinked several times to make sure what I saw was real. Or was I still dreaming? I walked to get closer to him.

“Dad.” I called. He turned his head towards me.

“Hmm? You awake?” He asked while looking into my eyes.

I remember a moment ago, he couldn’t even move his hand let alone looking at me. Thanks, God. It was all just a dream. Then I hugged him.

“I’m sorry, Dad. I love you”.

Illustration Credit : Little Thunder

#Scribere2018 #Class D #FlashFiction

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