“Come on, guys! Let's just continue tomorrow.” I slammed the computer mouse on the desk. “It's been eight hours.”
“It's due next friday, Greg.” The tall guy sitting to my left said. “We're not even halfway through this assignment.”
“Tom's right. We need to keep working,” said the other member of our workgroup.
“If you two want to keep working, go ahead. I'm going to take a break.” I grabbed my wallet and car key and walked out of the computer lab. “I'll be back in an hour.”
The final assignment for that summer programming class was a killer. We had to create a Visual Basic application using all the concepts we have learned in the class. It looked simple enough except for one thing: the three of us knew nothing about programming. We took the class because we had nothing to do all summer and thought it would be fun to take a programming class. As I drove my car away from the campus, I started to regret that decision. What kind of idiots took a programming class for fun? The classes were boring and we did not understand completely what the teacher talked about. Anyway, I decided to get some coffee in the Palisades Mall. The open air mall located next to the campus of Summertown College was my favorite place to hang out, shop or just relax. That day, all I wanted was some coffee.
While there were several coffee shops in the mall, my favorite was a cozy cafe located on the side of the mall facing the campus. It's called 'The Lost Java'. The barista on duty that day was Mr. Cooper, a nice old man who had been working there for as long as I remember. He already knew what I wanted since i always had the same thing.
“Hey, Greg! The usual?” He asked rhetorically.
“Yes, please.”
“Coming right up.”
I took my vanilla latte and went outside to the patio. After about 15 seconds, my body protested that decision by shivering wildly. I went back in, grabbed a newspaper from the nearby rack and sat in a table overlooking the counter. Finally, after hours of working, I could rest and relax for a while.
While I was reading the paper, the cafe suddenly went brighter and warmer. I lifted my head and looked around and saw a woman ordering a drink on the counter. She was wearing a yellow t-shirt so bright that I thought the sun had decided to rise right then and there. She was, in one word, stunning. I found my eyes locked onto her for several seconds. I didn't know what it was. Was it her eyes? Her smile? I wondered what she was ordering. Maybe a mocha to match her sweetness. Was it for here or to go? Please have it here. I wished silently as if I was trying to control her mind. She turned towards me. Was the mind control working? No, of course not. She looked at me for one second and walked away. Oh well. Couldn't hurt to try. I dismissed her from my mind and got back to my paper and coffee.
After about thirty minutes, I left the cafe and started to walk around the mall. It was something I usually do when I had nothing to do but didn't feel like going home. I passed by a music store and saw a CD of The Beatles in Jazz. It looked interesting enough for me to check it out. Lucky for me, that CD was a featured item that week and it was available to preview. I put on the headphone on one of the CD players the store had installed for previewing songs. As I was listening to the song 'Here Comes The Sun', I felt someone bumping into me.
“Excuse me. I'm sorry,” said a female voice.
I looked up and took off my headphone. Lo and behold! The sun girl
I went after her. I didn't know what made me do it. Somehow, she beckoned me to follow her. Like a fading flower looking for the sun, I was drawn to her. I had no control. My feet took me to the east side of the mall, where all the restaurants were. Suddenly, I lost her track.
I looked around trying to find her. The only way out of the area was back where she came from. She must have gone into one of the restaurants. Seven restaurants lined up in a semi-circular shape. Which one did she go into?
The first one to my left was a sushi restaurant. A giant circular belt ran around carrying colorful plates of various sushi dishes. At the moment, the only color I cared about was yellow. My eyes scanned every customer looking for that specific color. Red, white, blue. No yellow. She wasn't in there.
Next to the sushi bar, a giant red, white and green flag welcome customers to Del Mare restaurant. Judging from the flag and the name, it had to be an Italian restaurant. For some reason, the manager decided to make his restaurant the brightest among all the restaurants in the area by turning on every single light available. I saw someone wearing yellow inside. It was her, sitting in a table with her bright yellow shirt, brighter than any light the restaurant had on. She was sitting...not alone. She was not alone. A man sat across her. He was holding her hands. Suddenly, she was not so bright anymore. I stood there for several seconds, then turned away.
*
The next morning, I tried to forget she ever existed and went to class as usual. As I was shifting through the textbooks in my locker, I saw her appearing out of the corner at the end of the hallway. I couldn't take my eyes off of her as she moved closer and closer. She was wearing a kinda gloomy red blouse. I didn't realize that she was also staring at me.
“Do I know you?” She asked.
“Oh, I'm sorry.” Startled, I started making up an excuse. “We met in the music store last night.”
“Oh yeah,” she replied. “I'm sorry again for bumping into you. I didn't mean it.”
“It's okay. I saw you later that night in the Italian restaurant.”
“Yes. I love the lasagna there. Did you have dinner there as well?”
“No, I was just passing by. I was, uh...” What would be a better excuse than 'I was staring at you the whole time?' “I was looking at the menu in front of the restaurant and saw you inside. I thought that yellow t-shirt was really nice.”
“Oh. I love that T-shirt. My boyfriend got it for me for my birthday.”
Boyfriend? So that man sitting with her last night was... “Do you have class here?” I tried to change the subject.
“No, I'm not a student here. I'm just waiting for my boyfriend.” She then waved towards someone behind me. “There he is. Hey, Martin!”
I turned around and true enough, it was the same guy I saw with her. He put his arm around her. “Ready to go, Margaret?”
“Yes.” She looked at me and smiled. “Nice talking to you.”
I just smiled back. There was nothing else to say. I watched them slowly disappeared from my sight like a sunset. I turned back to my locker and resumed my daily life as if nothing had happened.
Selasa, 17 November 2009
Senin, 16 November 2009
Pemain Sepakbola Yang Sombong
"Apa? Kenapa ditolak?!" Michael Pratama menggebrak meja dengan geram.
"Maaf, Michael. Kamu masih dibutuhkan di tim Surabaya Elang. Sebagai pencetak gol musim lalu, kamu terlalu penting dan tidak mungkin kami lepas ke tim saingan seperti Jakarta Harimau." Pak Syarifudin, manajer tim Surabaya Elang, mencoba menjelaskan kepada Michael. "Lagipula, kamu telah menanda tangani kontrak sampai dua tahun kedepan. Kami berhak untuk tidak menerima tawaran transfer dari tim lain."
"Pak Syarifudin benar. Seharusnya kamu lebih loyal terhadap tim dan rekan-rekan satu tim." Jonny Rustaman, pelatih kepala tim, menambahkan.
"Saya ini pencetak gol terbanyak dua tahun berturut-turut. Saya terlalu bagus untuk tim Surabaya Elang yang setiap tahun hanya mampu menduduki papan tengah. Saya ingin ditransfer ke Jakarta Harimau sebelum kompetisi liga mulai minggu depan. Permisi." Dengan bergegas, Michael meninggalkan ruangan kantor manajemen tim sepakbola Surabaya Elang.
"Susah sekali berurusan dengan pemain itu." Pak Syarifudin hanya bisa geleng-geleng kepala.
"Saya tidak suka ada pemain seperti itu di tim saya. Biar dia itu pencetak gol terbanyak, karakter dia sangat mengganggu keharmonisan tim. Lebih baik ditransfer saja." Sang pelatih juga tampak tidak senang dengan sikap Michael.
"Kita tidak bisa mengabulkan begitu saja permintaannya. Ini bisa menjadi preseden buruk. Kalau kita biarkan, pemain lain di seluruh liga juga akan ikut-ikutan. Seakan-akan, kontrak tidak ada artinya. Saya akan memikirkan penyelesaiannya sebelum kompetisi mulai."
*
Michael Pratama berjalan meninggalkan Stadion Pahlawan menuju tempat parkir. Saat mendekati mobil Toyota Supra miliknya, beberapa wartawan tabloid olah raga telah menunggu dengan amunisi pertanyaan-pertanyaan seputar gosip transfer yang biasa terjadi beberapa minggu sebelum kompetisi dimulai.
"Michael, ada gosip bahwa anda akan pindah ke Jakarta Harimau dalam beberapa hari kedepan. Apa benar?" Pertanyaan diluncurkan oleh seorang wartawan tabloid 'Bola itu Bundar'.
Michael berpikir sejenak, kemudian menjawab. "Sudah menjadi keinginan saya untuk bergabung dengan tim yang mampu bersaing di papan atas seperti Jakarta Harimau. Saya merasa tim Surabaya Elang tidak mampu memberikan apa yang saya mau. Saya berharap manajemen tim mengizinkan saya untuk pindah ke Jakarta. Maaf, saya harus pergi." Beberapa pertanyaan dari wartawan lain tidak dihiraukannya. Michael langsung memacukan mobilnya menjauhi stadion. Sebenarnya, dia senang dengan perhatian wartawan terhadap dirinya. Bermain di Surabaya Elang membuat namanya terkenal di lingkungan pencinta sepakbola.
Liga Sepakbola Profesional dibentuk 10 tahun yang lalu dan terdiri dari dua divisi, dengan 20 kesebelasan di tiap divisi. Jakarta merupakan satu-satunya kota yang mempunyai dua kesebelasan: kesebelasan Jakarta Harimau di divisi satu dan kesebelasan Jakarta Bangau di divisi dua. Michael sendiri memulai karirnya 4 tahun lalu di kesebelasan divisi dua Pontianak Orangutan. Setelah dua tahun menjadi top scorer divisi dua, dia pindah ke Surabaya Elang. Disitu pun dia berhasil menjadi top scorer. Sayang, ketajamannya dalam mencetak gol tidak didukung oleh lini belakang tim yang rapuh sehingga tim ini hanya mampu menempati papan tengah selama dua tahun terakhir. Kesuksesannya menjebloskan bola ke gawang lawan telah membuatnya menjadi target utama tim-tim lain. Bahkan, beberapa tim dari luar negeri ingin mengambil pemain berusia 25 tahun itu. Sampai saat ini, tim Surabaya Elang masih dapat mempertahankan pemain bintangnya.
Sesampai di apartemen mewahnya, yang merupakan hadiah dari tim Surabaya Elang saat dia bergabung, Michael langsung mengambil tabloid 'Bola itu Bundar' edisi terbaru. Seperti tahun-tahun sebelumnya tabloid itu memuat preview kompetisi liga seminggu sebelum dimulai. Melihat perkiraan klasmen akhir, muka Michael berubah menjadi masam. Jakarta Harimau, yang merupakan juara bertahan tiga tahun berturut-turut, diprediksi untuk menjadi juara lagi sedangkan Surabaya Elang hanya diperkirakaan menempati posisi kesembilan di akhir kompetisi. Dihalaman berikutnya satu artikel menarik perhatiannya. Ia mulai membaca dengan seksama:
Gosip Transfer Pemain:
Budi Budiman (Kiper) - Jakarta Bangau ke Medan Singa
Muhammad Sulaiman (Penyerang) - Bandung Macan ke Makassar Hiu
I Gusti Mayor (Gelandang) - Denpasar Kuda ke Bandung Macan
Michael Pratama (Penyerang) - Surabaya Elang ke Jakarta Harimau
Dengan kesal, Michael melempar tabloid itu ke tong sampah. Dengan telepon genggamnya, dia menelpon agennya, Joko Suparman.
"Halo, Pak Joko, tolong negosiasikan dengan tim Surabaya bahwa saya ingin ditransfer ke Jakarta dalam minggu ini."
"Michael, keputusan terakhir ada di tangan tim. Kamu masih di bawah kontrak mereka. Kalau mereka tidak mau melepas, kita tidak bisa berbuat apa-apa."
"Saya tidak mau tahu! Katakan kepada mereka kalau tidak dilepas, saya akan bermain asal-asalan supaya tim jelek ini turun ke divisi dua!"
"Saya akan bicara lagi dengan mereka. Tapi saya tidak bisa menjanjikan apa-apa."
"Kalau kamu tidak berhasil, kamu saya pecat!"
Michael langsung mematikan teleponnya dan berjalan menuju dapur untuk menyiapkan makan siang.
*
Keesokan harinya, agen Joko Suparman menemui manajer dan pelatih tim Surabaya Elang untuk mendiskusikan masalah transfer Michael. Joko menceritakan percakapannya dengan Michael di telepon.
"Dia berkata seperti itu?" Pak Syarifudin seakan tidak percaya dengan cerita Pak Joko.
"Tidak ada pilihan lain. Dia harus keluar dari tim." Pelatih Jonny Rustaman terdengar marah. "Sangat tidak profesional sekali. Kemarin dia juga berbicara kepada wartawan bahwa dia ingin pindah ke Jakarta."
"Kemarin saya juga menerima tawaran transfer lagi dari Jakarta. Kalau dia mau pindah ke Jakarta, kita kabulkan saja permintaannya. Ayo kita berbicara di dalam." Pak Syarifudin mengajak Pak Joko dan Pak Jonny ke dalam kantornya untuk membicarakan transfer Michael ke Jakarta.
*
Sorenya, Michael menerima telepon dari agennya.
"Halo, Pak Joko? Bagaimana?"
"Kabar baik, Michael. Pak Syarifudin telah setuju untuk melepas kamu ke Jakarta. Kontrak dari tim Jakarta juga sudah disiapkan. 4 tahun dengan gaji sama dengan yang kamu terima sekarang. Mereka juga akan memberikan mobil dan apartemen selama kamu di Jakarta"
"Oh, bagus itu. Apa saya harus ke Jakarta untuk menandatangani kontrak?"
"Tidak perlu Michael, manajemen tim Jakarta akan ke sini besok. Setelah menandatangani kontraknya, kamu punya waktu satu hari untuk bersiap-siap ke Jakarta. Biaya perjalanan ditanggung mereka."
"Ok ok. Terima kasih Pak Joko."
Michael sangat senang mendengar berita itu. Impiannya untuk menjadi juara liga akan dapat dicapainya dengan tim Jakarta Harimau. Bahkan dia sudah tidak sabar untuk bermain melawan Surabaya Elang dan mencetak gol sebanyak-banyaknya untuk membuktikan bahwa dia terlalu bagus untuk tim ini.
*
Pagi-pagi, Michael sudah dijemput oleh Joko Suparman untuk bertemu dengan manajemen tim dari Jakarta. Dia memang sudah siap sejak pagi karena tidak bisa tidur memikirkan bermain bersama tim Jakarta Harimau. Nomor punggung berapa yang akan dia terima? Dia berharap dapat memakai nomor 9 seperti di Surabaya.
"Michael, sebelum kita bertemu dengan mereka, saya ingin beritahukan kalau saya akan pensiun menjadi agen sepak bola." Pak Joko tiba-tiba mengabarkan sesuatu kepada Michael.
"Pensiun? Kok tiba-tiba sekali? Saya bagaimana dong?"
"Pemain seperti anda pasti tidak akan kesulitan mendapatkan agen baru."
"Oh, ya sudah kalau begitu."
Lima menit kemudian, mereka telah tiba di tempat yang sudah dijanjikan. Dua orang sudah menunggu mereka.
"Michael, ini Pak Suparjo dan Pak Doni, manajer tim Jakarta dan asistennya." Pak Joko memperkenalkan Michael kepada dua orang itu. "Saya ke kamar kecil dulu, Michael. Permisi."
"Michael, kami senang sekali kamu mau bergabung dengan kami." Pak Suparjo menjabat tangan Michael dengan penuh semangat. "Kontrak sudah kami siapkan. 4 tahun dengan gaji yang sama dengan gaji kamu sekarang. Tinggal kamu tanda-tangani di sini."
"Pak Suparjo, sudah menjadi impian saya untuk bermain di Jakarta." Michael mengambil pena yang sudah disiapkan dan membubuhi tanda-tangannya di tempat yang ditentukan. "Kapan saya bisa ke Jakarta?"
"Transport dan akomodasi sudah kami siapkan. Besok pagi kita berangkat ke Jakarta. Selamat bergabung dengan tim Jakarta Bangau."
"Apa?" Michael merasa pendengarannya salah. "Jakarta Bangau?"
"Kami senang sekali pemain sekelas anda mau bergabung dengan tim kecil seperti kami. Pertandingan pertama adalah pertandingan divisi dua melawan Lampung Gajah. Semoga sukses, Michael."
"Maaf, Michael. Kamu masih dibutuhkan di tim Surabaya Elang. Sebagai pencetak gol musim lalu, kamu terlalu penting dan tidak mungkin kami lepas ke tim saingan seperti Jakarta Harimau." Pak Syarifudin, manajer tim Surabaya Elang, mencoba menjelaskan kepada Michael. "Lagipula, kamu telah menanda tangani kontrak sampai dua tahun kedepan. Kami berhak untuk tidak menerima tawaran transfer dari tim lain."
"Pak Syarifudin benar. Seharusnya kamu lebih loyal terhadap tim dan rekan-rekan satu tim." Jonny Rustaman, pelatih kepala tim, menambahkan.
"Saya ini pencetak gol terbanyak dua tahun berturut-turut. Saya terlalu bagus untuk tim Surabaya Elang yang setiap tahun hanya mampu menduduki papan tengah. Saya ingin ditransfer ke Jakarta Harimau sebelum kompetisi liga mulai minggu depan. Permisi." Dengan bergegas, Michael meninggalkan ruangan kantor manajemen tim sepakbola Surabaya Elang.
"Susah sekali berurusan dengan pemain itu." Pak Syarifudin hanya bisa geleng-geleng kepala.
"Saya tidak suka ada pemain seperti itu di tim saya. Biar dia itu pencetak gol terbanyak, karakter dia sangat mengganggu keharmonisan tim. Lebih baik ditransfer saja." Sang pelatih juga tampak tidak senang dengan sikap Michael.
"Kita tidak bisa mengabulkan begitu saja permintaannya. Ini bisa menjadi preseden buruk. Kalau kita biarkan, pemain lain di seluruh liga juga akan ikut-ikutan. Seakan-akan, kontrak tidak ada artinya. Saya akan memikirkan penyelesaiannya sebelum kompetisi mulai."
*
Michael Pratama berjalan meninggalkan Stadion Pahlawan menuju tempat parkir. Saat mendekati mobil Toyota Supra miliknya, beberapa wartawan tabloid olah raga telah menunggu dengan amunisi pertanyaan-pertanyaan seputar gosip transfer yang biasa terjadi beberapa minggu sebelum kompetisi dimulai.
"Michael, ada gosip bahwa anda akan pindah ke Jakarta Harimau dalam beberapa hari kedepan. Apa benar?" Pertanyaan diluncurkan oleh seorang wartawan tabloid 'Bola itu Bundar'.
Michael berpikir sejenak, kemudian menjawab. "Sudah menjadi keinginan saya untuk bergabung dengan tim yang mampu bersaing di papan atas seperti Jakarta Harimau. Saya merasa tim Surabaya Elang tidak mampu memberikan apa yang saya mau. Saya berharap manajemen tim mengizinkan saya untuk pindah ke Jakarta. Maaf, saya harus pergi." Beberapa pertanyaan dari wartawan lain tidak dihiraukannya. Michael langsung memacukan mobilnya menjauhi stadion. Sebenarnya, dia senang dengan perhatian wartawan terhadap dirinya. Bermain di Surabaya Elang membuat namanya terkenal di lingkungan pencinta sepakbola.
Liga Sepakbola Profesional dibentuk 10 tahun yang lalu dan terdiri dari dua divisi, dengan 20 kesebelasan di tiap divisi. Jakarta merupakan satu-satunya kota yang mempunyai dua kesebelasan: kesebelasan Jakarta Harimau di divisi satu dan kesebelasan Jakarta Bangau di divisi dua. Michael sendiri memulai karirnya 4 tahun lalu di kesebelasan divisi dua Pontianak Orangutan. Setelah dua tahun menjadi top scorer divisi dua, dia pindah ke Surabaya Elang. Disitu pun dia berhasil menjadi top scorer. Sayang, ketajamannya dalam mencetak gol tidak didukung oleh lini belakang tim yang rapuh sehingga tim ini hanya mampu menempati papan tengah selama dua tahun terakhir. Kesuksesannya menjebloskan bola ke gawang lawan telah membuatnya menjadi target utama tim-tim lain. Bahkan, beberapa tim dari luar negeri ingin mengambil pemain berusia 25 tahun itu. Sampai saat ini, tim Surabaya Elang masih dapat mempertahankan pemain bintangnya.
Sesampai di apartemen mewahnya, yang merupakan hadiah dari tim Surabaya Elang saat dia bergabung, Michael langsung mengambil tabloid 'Bola itu Bundar' edisi terbaru. Seperti tahun-tahun sebelumnya tabloid itu memuat preview kompetisi liga seminggu sebelum dimulai. Melihat perkiraan klasmen akhir, muka Michael berubah menjadi masam. Jakarta Harimau, yang merupakan juara bertahan tiga tahun berturut-turut, diprediksi untuk menjadi juara lagi sedangkan Surabaya Elang hanya diperkirakaan menempati posisi kesembilan di akhir kompetisi. Dihalaman berikutnya satu artikel menarik perhatiannya. Ia mulai membaca dengan seksama:
Gosip Transfer Pemain:
Budi Budiman (Kiper) - Jakarta Bangau ke Medan Singa
Muhammad Sulaiman (Penyerang) - Bandung Macan ke Makassar Hiu
I Gusti Mayor (Gelandang) - Denpasar Kuda ke Bandung Macan
Michael Pratama (Penyerang) - Surabaya Elang ke Jakarta Harimau
Dengan kesal, Michael melempar tabloid itu ke tong sampah. Dengan telepon genggamnya, dia menelpon agennya, Joko Suparman.
"Halo, Pak Joko, tolong negosiasikan dengan tim Surabaya bahwa saya ingin ditransfer ke Jakarta dalam minggu ini."
"Michael, keputusan terakhir ada di tangan tim. Kamu masih di bawah kontrak mereka. Kalau mereka tidak mau melepas, kita tidak bisa berbuat apa-apa."
"Saya tidak mau tahu! Katakan kepada mereka kalau tidak dilepas, saya akan bermain asal-asalan supaya tim jelek ini turun ke divisi dua!"
"Saya akan bicara lagi dengan mereka. Tapi saya tidak bisa menjanjikan apa-apa."
"Kalau kamu tidak berhasil, kamu saya pecat!"
Michael langsung mematikan teleponnya dan berjalan menuju dapur untuk menyiapkan makan siang.
*
Keesokan harinya, agen Joko Suparman menemui manajer dan pelatih tim Surabaya Elang untuk mendiskusikan masalah transfer Michael. Joko menceritakan percakapannya dengan Michael di telepon.
"Dia berkata seperti itu?" Pak Syarifudin seakan tidak percaya dengan cerita Pak Joko.
"Tidak ada pilihan lain. Dia harus keluar dari tim." Pelatih Jonny Rustaman terdengar marah. "Sangat tidak profesional sekali. Kemarin dia juga berbicara kepada wartawan bahwa dia ingin pindah ke Jakarta."
"Kemarin saya juga menerima tawaran transfer lagi dari Jakarta. Kalau dia mau pindah ke Jakarta, kita kabulkan saja permintaannya. Ayo kita berbicara di dalam." Pak Syarifudin mengajak Pak Joko dan Pak Jonny ke dalam kantornya untuk membicarakan transfer Michael ke Jakarta.
*
Sorenya, Michael menerima telepon dari agennya.
"Halo, Pak Joko? Bagaimana?"
"Kabar baik, Michael. Pak Syarifudin telah setuju untuk melepas kamu ke Jakarta. Kontrak dari tim Jakarta juga sudah disiapkan. 4 tahun dengan gaji sama dengan yang kamu terima sekarang. Mereka juga akan memberikan mobil dan apartemen selama kamu di Jakarta"
"Oh, bagus itu. Apa saya harus ke Jakarta untuk menandatangani kontrak?"
"Tidak perlu Michael, manajemen tim Jakarta akan ke sini besok. Setelah menandatangani kontraknya, kamu punya waktu satu hari untuk bersiap-siap ke Jakarta. Biaya perjalanan ditanggung mereka."
"Ok ok. Terima kasih Pak Joko."
Michael sangat senang mendengar berita itu. Impiannya untuk menjadi juara liga akan dapat dicapainya dengan tim Jakarta Harimau. Bahkan dia sudah tidak sabar untuk bermain melawan Surabaya Elang dan mencetak gol sebanyak-banyaknya untuk membuktikan bahwa dia terlalu bagus untuk tim ini.
*
Pagi-pagi, Michael sudah dijemput oleh Joko Suparman untuk bertemu dengan manajemen tim dari Jakarta. Dia memang sudah siap sejak pagi karena tidak bisa tidur memikirkan bermain bersama tim Jakarta Harimau. Nomor punggung berapa yang akan dia terima? Dia berharap dapat memakai nomor 9 seperti di Surabaya.
"Michael, sebelum kita bertemu dengan mereka, saya ingin beritahukan kalau saya akan pensiun menjadi agen sepak bola." Pak Joko tiba-tiba mengabarkan sesuatu kepada Michael.
"Pensiun? Kok tiba-tiba sekali? Saya bagaimana dong?"
"Pemain seperti anda pasti tidak akan kesulitan mendapatkan agen baru."
"Oh, ya sudah kalau begitu."
Lima menit kemudian, mereka telah tiba di tempat yang sudah dijanjikan. Dua orang sudah menunggu mereka.
"Michael, ini Pak Suparjo dan Pak Doni, manajer tim Jakarta dan asistennya." Pak Joko memperkenalkan Michael kepada dua orang itu. "Saya ke kamar kecil dulu, Michael. Permisi."
"Michael, kami senang sekali kamu mau bergabung dengan kami." Pak Suparjo menjabat tangan Michael dengan penuh semangat. "Kontrak sudah kami siapkan. 4 tahun dengan gaji yang sama dengan gaji kamu sekarang. Tinggal kamu tanda-tangani di sini."
"Pak Suparjo, sudah menjadi impian saya untuk bermain di Jakarta." Michael mengambil pena yang sudah disiapkan dan membubuhi tanda-tangannya di tempat yang ditentukan. "Kapan saya bisa ke Jakarta?"
"Transport dan akomodasi sudah kami siapkan. Besok pagi kita berangkat ke Jakarta. Selamat bergabung dengan tim Jakarta Bangau."
"Apa?" Michael merasa pendengarannya salah. "Jakarta Bangau?"
"Kami senang sekali pemain sekelas anda mau bergabung dengan tim kecil seperti kami. Pertandingan pertama adalah pertandingan divisi dua melawan Lampung Gajah. Semoga sukses, Michael."
Don't Call Me Lainy
Elaine. That's my name and that's what I like to be called. I hate when people try to be cute and make change to it. There was this one guy. His name is Danny. Ugh! Do you know what he used to call me? Lainy. Yeah. He used to call me Lainy. And I hate it. What kind of a name is that? It's just...I don't know. Weird! Anyway, this guy had been calling me that since the beginning of the school year. If you want to know what happened, listen up!
*
First, a little background. I'm freshman at Summertown High. That's not important though. What important is I'm a fencer. Not a professional one of course, but I joined the school's fencing team. Why fencing? I just thought it's cool. I get to swing a sword and have a swordfight with other people. Cool, huh? Just like that Johnny Depp pirate movie. There are 15 students in the team but only 2 are freshmen. Can you guess who the other freshman is? Yeah, it's Danny.
Anyway, it was the beginning of the spring semester and I've ready for another fencing practice. I was kinda late so I was hurrying my pace trying to get to the gym. Right before I entered the gym, I heard him.
“Lainy! Wait up!”
Aargh! I could feel blood rushing up my head. “Danny, how many times do I have to tell you not to call me that!”
“Oh, come on, Lainy! It's a cute name!”
Cute? I lifted my right foot and gave him a swift kick on the shin. “Now, THAT'S cute!” I left him grimacing and went into the gym.
“Lainy, that hurts!”
I ignored him and approached a group of people at the end of the gym. They were the fencing team of Summertown High. We had a head coach named Coach Green. Unlike the other coaches in the school, he was actually fit and did not have a beer belly. I liked him. He was patient, especially with me and Danny and made sure we mastered all the basic technique. He wanted to hire an assistant but the school would not let him because of budget issue so the seniors helped out with our training. We're not exactly the most successful sports team in the school so, ah well, maybe i'll change that in 2 or 3 years. Anyway, that day, the coach had an important announcement.
"Alright everyone!" Coach Green said with his deep voice, "In two months, the California High School Fencing Championship will be held at West Orange High School. As always, all High School fencers are welcome to attend. Anyone interested can register through me."
"Will all 3 weapons be contested, coach?" Shaana, a transfer student from Colorado, asked. I heard she was the top fencer in her old school but had to move with her family.
"Yes. Foil, epee and sabre. Although, we don't really have a sabre fencer here." Coach Green looked around. "Noone's really interested in it."
"Hey, coach, can I switch to Epee next year?" I asked. Not that I didn't like foil. I just thought the epee was cooler and didn't scream “beginner!” if you know what I meant. Foil was usually the first weapon that a beginner fencer learns.
"You haven't even mastered the foil, Lainy," sneered Danny. "I think the epee is a bit out of your league."
I glared at her him. "Neither have you!"
"I'm not the one wanting to switch to epee."
"Okay, stop it, you too." The coach stopped us. "We are going to prepare for the competition." He grabbed his Nike sports bag, and retrieved a black magician hat from it.
"We're going to do magic?" Asked Roger, a senior fencer who lost in the quarter-finals in the previous competition. I chuckeld. Roger was always the funny guy. The Michaelangelo of the team.
"Yes, Roger. You definitely need some magic if you want to get a medal in the competition," remarked his coach, which caused all of us to laugh. Nah, I take that back. Coach Green's the Michaelangelo of the team. “We're going to have a mini competition of our own. Each class will have it's own competition so we'll have four different competition.”
"Aww, I was hoping I could spar with the seniors." Danny said half jokingly.
"Danny, you can't even beat me. How could you hope to beat the seniors?" I couldn't stand his braggings anymore.
"Who said I can't beat you?" Danny replied. “You better hope you don't have to face me.”
“Actually,” Coach Green interrupted. “Since you two are the only freshmen, you will face each other for the title of best freshman in the team.”
I liked that idea. I was glad I didn't have to face any seniors before I got to Danny.
“Ah. Okay, then. Lainy, you're going down!”
By then, I was completely numb from all his nonsense so I just ignored him. I had a chance to shut him up and I intended to use it.
“Your match is next tuesday. The seniors will be judging, so be prepared. We'll have a draw for the other three classes.” The happy-go-lucky coach proceeded to put several pieces of paper into the hat. “Oh, before I forget, all 4 winners will receive a prize.”
“What's the prize?” I heard Roger asked.
“Free dinner at Juan's.”
That particular announcement was greeted enthusiastically by every member of the team, including me. Juan's is the best Mexican restaurant in Summertown. It wasn't good, it was FANTASTIC! It surely gave everyone an extra incentive to win the tournament. Anyway, I didn't really follow the draw for the other three classes. I was to preoccupied with my own match with Danny. I knew I couldn't afford to lose.
*
The cool thing about our school was that they let us use the gym on Saturday. I had asked Stan, a senior in the team, to practice with me that day. There was one technique in particular that I wanted to learn. It was something that Coach Green refused to teach freshmen like us. I arrived at the gym early in the morning and found a group of cheerleaders practicing. Stan was at the back, apparently busy with our fencing equipment.
“Hey Stan! What are you doing?”
“Oh, hey Elaine! I'm counting our equipment. We might be missing an epee.” He had laid out the different weapons and gear and was sorting them out.
“I thought we count them after every practice.”
“We do. Maybe the coach took it. Anyway, they should be done in ten minutes.” Stan returned the weapons to their designated storage and observed the cheerleaders.
“Don't we have this place booked?”
“They've had it for an hour. They should've been done by now. I guess they went overtime.” He took a fencing jacket and threw it at me. “I guess we can warm up first.”
After waiting for the cheerleaders to finish, I stated my intention.
“You want to learn the Fleche?” Stan asked.
“It's the one technique we haven't learn. I want to have every advantage I can have for our match.”
“Hmm.” Stan paused for a moment. “It's against the coach's wish but, sure! Why not?”
“Yay! Thanks, Stan!”
In fencing, the two fencers usually duel each other from their own side, rarely passing each other. The Fleche, meaning 'arrow' in French, is the only attacking manouver that would take one fencer pass the opponenet. In simple words, it's a running attack with the blade pointed towards the other guy. I intended to use it against Danny.
“Remember. If you miss, he will have a free shot at you.”
“Got it!”
We spent thirty minutes practicing the Fleche. From the basic movement, to pulling it off in the heat of the match. It wasn't as easy as I thought it would be, but I thought I could get the hang of it. After that, we reviewed all the basic stuff. After all, I could not rely on just one technique. We had several practice matches where I tried using the Fleche, but Stan wasn't too impressed.
“Elaine, you were too obvious. Anyone could see that Fleche coming.”
“Sorry. I tried to mask it.”
“If in doubt, don't do it. Stick with the basic.”
“Okay, one more bout.” I started tiring and wanted to finish the practice session. I thought I was ready at that point. But when I was about to resume practice...
“Lainy! Getting an extra practice?”
Argh! I couldn't believe he showed up. Was he spying on me?
“Danny! What are you doing here?” I immediately walked to him, weapon still in hand. He ignored me and walked towards the storage area.
“I was thinking of getting a little extra practice myself.” He grabbed a foil and started swinging.
“We have this place booked. Wait your turn.”
“Actually, Lainy, the fencing team has this place booked so I have every right to be here.” He put on his fencing gear and started to stretch his legs.
“Enough! Don't call me Lainy!” I swung my foil towards his legs but he blocked it with his own.
“Okay! How about this.” Danny pointed his foil towards my face. “If you win, I will stop calling you Lainy. But if I win, you can't get mad if I call you that.”
I beat his foil to the side. “Fine!” I started thrusting and swinging my foil at him while he desparately parried every single attack. “When it's all over, you will learn how to treat girls with respect.”
Danny retreated towards the middle of the gym. “Hey, hey! What's the matter with you?”
I didn't relent and continued attacking him. He finally got sick of defending and fought back. I had been waiting for this. An all out, epic duel, no holds barred, and none of the restrictive rule of foil-fencing. We swung, thrusted and parried at each other. The sound of steel banging against each other filled the indoor gymnasium building. Seeing that neither of us could get the upper hand. I feigned retreat towards the back. Danny chased me there and thought he had me cornered. But I had another plan. I switched the foil to my left hand, and grabbed an epee with my right. I planned to overwhelm him with two weapons.
“Hey, wait a minute. You can't do that.” Danny started to back off.
“Yes, I can.” I started attacking again, managing to hit him several times as he could not block two blades with one.
“Enough! Elaine. Stand down.” Stan decided to step in and stopped the imminent bloodshed. “Settle this on Tuesday.”
I complied. I made my statement. I would not hold anything back on Tuesday. Deciding to end the practice early, I took off my fencing gear and grabbed my bag.
“I'm off. Thanks, Stan.” As I passed by Danny, I issued the final challenge. “You're going down, Danny.” Then I left. I felt good about my preparation. It's the waiting that had become the hardest part.
*
Before we get into the action, let me explain a few things. For foil, the target area is the torso, front and back. A hit on any of the four limbs doesn't count. The torso is divided into four areas. Above the bellguard and to the inside of the front arm, it's the 'four' area. For a right hander, that's the upper-left part of your torso. The upper-right is the 'six' area. The lower-left is the 'seven' and the lower-right is the 'eight'. Got it? Just reverse left and right for left hander. Okay, let's finish the story. It's just about to get good!
*
Finally. The long-awaited Tuesday had arrived. I arrived at the gym early to warm up and found that almost everyone in the team was already there. They were all staring at a piece of paper posted on the bulletin board. It was the order of play for today. There would be matches for the other classes and my match with Danny would be the main event for the evening. That wasn't ideal for me as I was really roaring to go and waiting would just get me nervous. Anyway, Danny arrived later and we didn't really talk until our match.
While waiting, I tried to watch the other matches and picked up a few strategies but I couldn't really focus. I just wanted my match to start as soon as possible. After waiting for almost an hour, Coach Green finally called us for our match. I grabbed my foil and mask and headed towards the piste, which is the narrow strip where fencing matches take place.
I stood on my side of the piste, foil unseathed. Across, I saw Danny with his eyes focused on me. I was wondering if he was nervous. I raised my foil to salute him and he did the same. I didn't really want to do that but it's the custom for two fencers to salute each other before a match.
“Okay, as usual, it's a race to 5 points with a three minute time limit. If the score is tied after three minutes, there will be a sudden death overtime.”
I looked at the coach, who refereed the match, and put on my mask. For some reason, it felt warmer than usual and I started to sweat. I couldn't wait to start and wished for the coach to give the green light. Finally, the word was given.
“En Garde! Ready! Go!”
I stepped forward and lunge towards his four immediately. Danny was there to parry the attack. I tried a different angle. From the outside this time. I feigned attack to his four, then pulled back and went for his six. Unfortunately, Danny was faster than I expected. He didn't buy the feign and parried my attack. In a quick move, he counted and hit me.
“Touch! Danny leads 1-0.”
Argh! I had to be more careful. When the match re-started, it was Danny who was more aggressive. He quickly launched a few attacks. I managed to parried them all but couldn't find an opening for a counter. Finally, Danny lunged just a bit too far and he went off balance. I took advantage and attacked his four succesfully after beating his blade away. 1-1.
Danny seemed a bit irritated by that and again was aggressive in his approach. I decided not to sit back this time and tried to press myself. We beat each other's blade back and forth for several seconds. I decided to feign again. Aiming towards his four, I lunged forward and then changed the direction of my blade down to his seven. Score! 2-1.
Phew. I got my first lead. Danny didn't look happy but he seemed to keep his focus. I tried to use my momentum and went for the attack. He seemed to be holding his blade closer to the center, guarding his four and seven. I tried to launch several attacks in those areas and true enough, he parried all of them. His guard stance left an opening on his six so I decided to attack him there. As soon as I lunged, he parried my blade with a stronger force than usual. I was taken by surprise and his parry flunged my right arm away, leaving me unbalanced. He took advantage and scored easily. 2-2.
That one surprised me. I guess I just had to hold it stronger. The next point would be very important. I decided to be more defensive, stepping back to inivite him to come forward. He tried several attacks, focusing on my four. I managed to parried them away, and it seemed to make him uncertain on how to proceed. Sensing his indecision, I made my move. I beat his blade to hard to the side and attacked his four. He moved his blade to parry, but I slid mine under his and attacked his six instead. That's a touch! 3-2 to me.
Sensing a momentum swing, I decided to end this quickly. Just two more points. I pressed him hard, stepping forward and forcing him back. He stood firm near his end and suddenly started to move forward. I retreated hastily. Too hastily. As I moved my feet to retreat, I felt a sudden pain on my left ankle and lost my balance. Danny took advantage to tie the match. 3-3.
“Argh!” I let out a scream as the pain on my ankle intensified. I was quickly surrounded by everyone in the team.
“Are you okay, Elaine?” I heard the coach's voice.
“I'm fine.” I was not going to let him or anyone stop the match.
“Are you sure, Lainy?”
“I'm fine!” I got up and decided right then and there that it would be the last time he called me that. It was just a minor injury and i wouldn't throw the match oever something like that.
“Okay then. 3-3. En Garde! Ready! Go!”
I had to end the match quickly before the pain became unbearable. I tried taking small steps forward. It didn't hurt much so maybe it was nothing. As soon as tried lunging, however, the pain came back. I lost focus for awhile and Danny took advantage. 3-4.
Crunch time! Down 3-4, I had to win the next two points. Sweat was running down my head inside the mask. I needed a new plan. I decided not to lunge unless I absolutely sure it would win me a point. Two lunges, that's all I had. I had to make them count.
I had a plan. I had been practicing this move with Stan on Saturday and it was time to put it to use. When the match restarted, I relaxed my defense, trying to draw him to attack. He moved forward, I stepped back. That's it! He took the bait! He lunged towards my six. I was ready for it. I brought my blade across as if to parry his blade away to my right. But I circled under and parry it the other way, to his right. He didn't expect it and his blade went too far outside. A quick counter later, I've tied the match! 4-4.
Ah! The pain! It was almost unbearable at that point. Just one more. One more point to decide the match. I was so close. I wondered what to do. Same thing? No. He would anticipate it. Then, I decided. The Fleche. That would be the way to end it. I got one shot. If I missed, he would have an open shot at my back.
I tried to focus, waiting for an opening. The last bout made him hesitant to attack. I beat his blade a couple of times, testing his defense. I needed to open him up, take his blade away from center. So I made a few moves towards his six, without lunging. It seemed to have worked. He put his blade closer to his six. That's the opening I have been waiting for. His four is vulnerable. It had to be quick. One shot. I extended my arm and made my move. The Fleche...
*
And so, that's how the match ended. Oh, you wanted to know who won?
“Excuse me, miss. Here's your Beef Burrito.” A friendly latino man came over to serve my order.
“Thanks, Juan!” I took the plate from the restaurant's owner.
Well, let's just say Danny won't be calling me 'Lainy' again. Thanks for reading my story. If you would excuse me, I have a burrito to eat.
*
First, a little background. I'm freshman at Summertown High. That's not important though. What important is I'm a fencer. Not a professional one of course, but I joined the school's fencing team. Why fencing? I just thought it's cool. I get to swing a sword and have a swordfight with other people. Cool, huh? Just like that Johnny Depp pirate movie. There are 15 students in the team but only 2 are freshmen. Can you guess who the other freshman is? Yeah, it's Danny.
Anyway, it was the beginning of the spring semester and I've ready for another fencing practice. I was kinda late so I was hurrying my pace trying to get to the gym. Right before I entered the gym, I heard him.
“Lainy! Wait up!”
Aargh! I could feel blood rushing up my head. “Danny, how many times do I have to tell you not to call me that!”
“Oh, come on, Lainy! It's a cute name!”
Cute? I lifted my right foot and gave him a swift kick on the shin. “Now, THAT'S cute!” I left him grimacing and went into the gym.
“Lainy, that hurts!”
I ignored him and approached a group of people at the end of the gym. They were the fencing team of Summertown High. We had a head coach named Coach Green. Unlike the other coaches in the school, he was actually fit and did not have a beer belly. I liked him. He was patient, especially with me and Danny and made sure we mastered all the basic technique. He wanted to hire an assistant but the school would not let him because of budget issue so the seniors helped out with our training. We're not exactly the most successful sports team in the school so, ah well, maybe i'll change that in 2 or 3 years. Anyway, that day, the coach had an important announcement.
"Alright everyone!" Coach Green said with his deep voice, "In two months, the California High School Fencing Championship will be held at West Orange High School. As always, all High School fencers are welcome to attend. Anyone interested can register through me."
"Will all 3 weapons be contested, coach?" Shaana, a transfer student from Colorado, asked. I heard she was the top fencer in her old school but had to move with her family.
"Yes. Foil, epee and sabre. Although, we don't really have a sabre fencer here." Coach Green looked around. "Noone's really interested in it."
"Hey, coach, can I switch to Epee next year?" I asked. Not that I didn't like foil. I just thought the epee was cooler and didn't scream “beginner!” if you know what I meant. Foil was usually the first weapon that a beginner fencer learns.
"You haven't even mastered the foil, Lainy," sneered Danny. "I think the epee is a bit out of your league."
I glared at her him. "Neither have you!"
"I'm not the one wanting to switch to epee."
"Okay, stop it, you too." The coach stopped us. "We are going to prepare for the competition." He grabbed his Nike sports bag, and retrieved a black magician hat from it.
"We're going to do magic?" Asked Roger, a senior fencer who lost in the quarter-finals in the previous competition. I chuckeld. Roger was always the funny guy. The Michaelangelo of the team.
"Yes, Roger. You definitely need some magic if you want to get a medal in the competition," remarked his coach, which caused all of us to laugh. Nah, I take that back. Coach Green's the Michaelangelo of the team. “We're going to have a mini competition of our own. Each class will have it's own competition so we'll have four different competition.”
"Aww, I was hoping I could spar with the seniors." Danny said half jokingly.
"Danny, you can't even beat me. How could you hope to beat the seniors?" I couldn't stand his braggings anymore.
"Who said I can't beat you?" Danny replied. “You better hope you don't have to face me.”
“Actually,” Coach Green interrupted. “Since you two are the only freshmen, you will face each other for the title of best freshman in the team.”
I liked that idea. I was glad I didn't have to face any seniors before I got to Danny.
“Ah. Okay, then. Lainy, you're going down!”
By then, I was completely numb from all his nonsense so I just ignored him. I had a chance to shut him up and I intended to use it.
“Your match is next tuesday. The seniors will be judging, so be prepared. We'll have a draw for the other three classes.” The happy-go-lucky coach proceeded to put several pieces of paper into the hat. “Oh, before I forget, all 4 winners will receive a prize.”
“What's the prize?” I heard Roger asked.
“Free dinner at Juan's.”
That particular announcement was greeted enthusiastically by every member of the team, including me. Juan's is the best Mexican restaurant in Summertown. It wasn't good, it was FANTASTIC! It surely gave everyone an extra incentive to win the tournament. Anyway, I didn't really follow the draw for the other three classes. I was to preoccupied with my own match with Danny. I knew I couldn't afford to lose.
*
The cool thing about our school was that they let us use the gym on Saturday. I had asked Stan, a senior in the team, to practice with me that day. There was one technique in particular that I wanted to learn. It was something that Coach Green refused to teach freshmen like us. I arrived at the gym early in the morning and found a group of cheerleaders practicing. Stan was at the back, apparently busy with our fencing equipment.
“Hey Stan! What are you doing?”
“Oh, hey Elaine! I'm counting our equipment. We might be missing an epee.” He had laid out the different weapons and gear and was sorting them out.
“I thought we count them after every practice.”
“We do. Maybe the coach took it. Anyway, they should be done in ten minutes.” Stan returned the weapons to their designated storage and observed the cheerleaders.
“Don't we have this place booked?”
“They've had it for an hour. They should've been done by now. I guess they went overtime.” He took a fencing jacket and threw it at me. “I guess we can warm up first.”
After waiting for the cheerleaders to finish, I stated my intention.
“You want to learn the Fleche?” Stan asked.
“It's the one technique we haven't learn. I want to have every advantage I can have for our match.”
“Hmm.” Stan paused for a moment. “It's against the coach's wish but, sure! Why not?”
“Yay! Thanks, Stan!”
In fencing, the two fencers usually duel each other from their own side, rarely passing each other. The Fleche, meaning 'arrow' in French, is the only attacking manouver that would take one fencer pass the opponenet. In simple words, it's a running attack with the blade pointed towards the other guy. I intended to use it against Danny.
“Remember. If you miss, he will have a free shot at you.”
“Got it!”
We spent thirty minutes practicing the Fleche. From the basic movement, to pulling it off in the heat of the match. It wasn't as easy as I thought it would be, but I thought I could get the hang of it. After that, we reviewed all the basic stuff. After all, I could not rely on just one technique. We had several practice matches where I tried using the Fleche, but Stan wasn't too impressed.
“Elaine, you were too obvious. Anyone could see that Fleche coming.”
“Sorry. I tried to mask it.”
“If in doubt, don't do it. Stick with the basic.”
“Okay, one more bout.” I started tiring and wanted to finish the practice session. I thought I was ready at that point. But when I was about to resume practice...
“Lainy! Getting an extra practice?”
Argh! I couldn't believe he showed up. Was he spying on me?
“Danny! What are you doing here?” I immediately walked to him, weapon still in hand. He ignored me and walked towards the storage area.
“I was thinking of getting a little extra practice myself.” He grabbed a foil and started swinging.
“We have this place booked. Wait your turn.”
“Actually, Lainy, the fencing team has this place booked so I have every right to be here.” He put on his fencing gear and started to stretch his legs.
“Enough! Don't call me Lainy!” I swung my foil towards his legs but he blocked it with his own.
“Okay! How about this.” Danny pointed his foil towards my face. “If you win, I will stop calling you Lainy. But if I win, you can't get mad if I call you that.”
I beat his foil to the side. “Fine!” I started thrusting and swinging my foil at him while he desparately parried every single attack. “When it's all over, you will learn how to treat girls with respect.”
Danny retreated towards the middle of the gym. “Hey, hey! What's the matter with you?”
I didn't relent and continued attacking him. He finally got sick of defending and fought back. I had been waiting for this. An all out, epic duel, no holds barred, and none of the restrictive rule of foil-fencing. We swung, thrusted and parried at each other. The sound of steel banging against each other filled the indoor gymnasium building. Seeing that neither of us could get the upper hand. I feigned retreat towards the back. Danny chased me there and thought he had me cornered. But I had another plan. I switched the foil to my left hand, and grabbed an epee with my right. I planned to overwhelm him with two weapons.
“Hey, wait a minute. You can't do that.” Danny started to back off.
“Yes, I can.” I started attacking again, managing to hit him several times as he could not block two blades with one.
“Enough! Elaine. Stand down.” Stan decided to step in and stopped the imminent bloodshed. “Settle this on Tuesday.”
I complied. I made my statement. I would not hold anything back on Tuesday. Deciding to end the practice early, I took off my fencing gear and grabbed my bag.
“I'm off. Thanks, Stan.” As I passed by Danny, I issued the final challenge. “You're going down, Danny.” Then I left. I felt good about my preparation. It's the waiting that had become the hardest part.
*
Before we get into the action, let me explain a few things. For foil, the target area is the torso, front and back. A hit on any of the four limbs doesn't count. The torso is divided into four areas. Above the bellguard and to the inside of the front arm, it's the 'four' area. For a right hander, that's the upper-left part of your torso. The upper-right is the 'six' area. The lower-left is the 'seven' and the lower-right is the 'eight'. Got it? Just reverse left and right for left hander. Okay, let's finish the story. It's just about to get good!
*
Finally. The long-awaited Tuesday had arrived. I arrived at the gym early to warm up and found that almost everyone in the team was already there. They were all staring at a piece of paper posted on the bulletin board. It was the order of play for today. There would be matches for the other classes and my match with Danny would be the main event for the evening. That wasn't ideal for me as I was really roaring to go and waiting would just get me nervous. Anyway, Danny arrived later and we didn't really talk until our match.
While waiting, I tried to watch the other matches and picked up a few strategies but I couldn't really focus. I just wanted my match to start as soon as possible. After waiting for almost an hour, Coach Green finally called us for our match. I grabbed my foil and mask and headed towards the piste, which is the narrow strip where fencing matches take place.
I stood on my side of the piste, foil unseathed. Across, I saw Danny with his eyes focused on me. I was wondering if he was nervous. I raised my foil to salute him and he did the same. I didn't really want to do that but it's the custom for two fencers to salute each other before a match.
“Okay, as usual, it's a race to 5 points with a three minute time limit. If the score is tied after three minutes, there will be a sudden death overtime.”
I looked at the coach, who refereed the match, and put on my mask. For some reason, it felt warmer than usual and I started to sweat. I couldn't wait to start and wished for the coach to give the green light. Finally, the word was given.
“En Garde! Ready! Go!”
I stepped forward and lunge towards his four immediately. Danny was there to parry the attack. I tried a different angle. From the outside this time. I feigned attack to his four, then pulled back and went for his six. Unfortunately, Danny was faster than I expected. He didn't buy the feign and parried my attack. In a quick move, he counted and hit me.
“Touch! Danny leads 1-0.”
Argh! I had to be more careful. When the match re-started, it was Danny who was more aggressive. He quickly launched a few attacks. I managed to parried them all but couldn't find an opening for a counter. Finally, Danny lunged just a bit too far and he went off balance. I took advantage and attacked his four succesfully after beating his blade away. 1-1.
Danny seemed a bit irritated by that and again was aggressive in his approach. I decided not to sit back this time and tried to press myself. We beat each other's blade back and forth for several seconds. I decided to feign again. Aiming towards his four, I lunged forward and then changed the direction of my blade down to his seven. Score! 2-1.
Phew. I got my first lead. Danny didn't look happy but he seemed to keep his focus. I tried to use my momentum and went for the attack. He seemed to be holding his blade closer to the center, guarding his four and seven. I tried to launch several attacks in those areas and true enough, he parried all of them. His guard stance left an opening on his six so I decided to attack him there. As soon as I lunged, he parried my blade with a stronger force than usual. I was taken by surprise and his parry flunged my right arm away, leaving me unbalanced. He took advantage and scored easily. 2-2.
That one surprised me. I guess I just had to hold it stronger. The next point would be very important. I decided to be more defensive, stepping back to inivite him to come forward. He tried several attacks, focusing on my four. I managed to parried them away, and it seemed to make him uncertain on how to proceed. Sensing his indecision, I made my move. I beat his blade to hard to the side and attacked his four. He moved his blade to parry, but I slid mine under his and attacked his six instead. That's a touch! 3-2 to me.
Sensing a momentum swing, I decided to end this quickly. Just two more points. I pressed him hard, stepping forward and forcing him back. He stood firm near his end and suddenly started to move forward. I retreated hastily. Too hastily. As I moved my feet to retreat, I felt a sudden pain on my left ankle and lost my balance. Danny took advantage to tie the match. 3-3.
“Argh!” I let out a scream as the pain on my ankle intensified. I was quickly surrounded by everyone in the team.
“Are you okay, Elaine?” I heard the coach's voice.
“I'm fine.” I was not going to let him or anyone stop the match.
“Are you sure, Lainy?”
“I'm fine!” I got up and decided right then and there that it would be the last time he called me that. It was just a minor injury and i wouldn't throw the match oever something like that.
“Okay then. 3-3. En Garde! Ready! Go!”
I had to end the match quickly before the pain became unbearable. I tried taking small steps forward. It didn't hurt much so maybe it was nothing. As soon as tried lunging, however, the pain came back. I lost focus for awhile and Danny took advantage. 3-4.
Crunch time! Down 3-4, I had to win the next two points. Sweat was running down my head inside the mask. I needed a new plan. I decided not to lunge unless I absolutely sure it would win me a point. Two lunges, that's all I had. I had to make them count.
I had a plan. I had been practicing this move with Stan on Saturday and it was time to put it to use. When the match restarted, I relaxed my defense, trying to draw him to attack. He moved forward, I stepped back. That's it! He took the bait! He lunged towards my six. I was ready for it. I brought my blade across as if to parry his blade away to my right. But I circled under and parry it the other way, to his right. He didn't expect it and his blade went too far outside. A quick counter later, I've tied the match! 4-4.
Ah! The pain! It was almost unbearable at that point. Just one more. One more point to decide the match. I was so close. I wondered what to do. Same thing? No. He would anticipate it. Then, I decided. The Fleche. That would be the way to end it. I got one shot. If I missed, he would have an open shot at my back.
I tried to focus, waiting for an opening. The last bout made him hesitant to attack. I beat his blade a couple of times, testing his defense. I needed to open him up, take his blade away from center. So I made a few moves towards his six, without lunging. It seemed to have worked. He put his blade closer to his six. That's the opening I have been waiting for. His four is vulnerable. It had to be quick. One shot. I extended my arm and made my move. The Fleche...
*
And so, that's how the match ended. Oh, you wanted to know who won?
“Excuse me, miss. Here's your Beef Burrito.” A friendly latino man came over to serve my order.
“Thanks, Juan!” I took the plate from the restaurant's owner.
Well, let's just say Danny won't be calling me 'Lainy' again. Thanks for reading my story. If you would excuse me, I have a burrito to eat.
Jessica
Wednesday, April 9
Jessica sat on a chair next to the hospital bed. The fingers of her hands fiddled nervously. Her eyes showed the weariness of someone who had not slept much in days. In front of her lied an elderly woman. Her frail figure was attached to medical tubes and wires. She slept peacefully despite her rather heavy breath. Jessica reached for the old woman's right hand and held it tight with her own. With a heavy sigh, she closed her eyes.
"Don't worry too much. The doctor said mom will be fine."
Jessica looked to her right and smiled to the young man standing next to her. His presence that day had given her a much needed boost of strength. She didn't know if she could've last the day without him being there.
"I'm going home now," he said while looking at his watch. "I have to be ready for work in 6 hours so I'm going to need some sleep. Are you staying here again today?"
"Yes. Thank you for coming in today, Andrew. You, *cough*, really helped a lot."
"Hey, I'm her child as well. It's also my duty to take care of her. I think you need to get some sleep yourself. You look awfully tired."
"I will. Don't worry about me."
Jessica got up to send her brother out of the room and walked back slowly to her mother's side. Her eyes were running on reserves but she didn't feel like sleeping. It had been four days since she had proper sleep. Ever since her mother was admitted to the hospital, she had barely eaten and had only slept less than four hours a day. "I'm her only daughter," thought Jessica as she closed her eyes. "I have to be at her side all the time until she completely recovers." The incident that sent her mother into the room where they had stayed for three nights kept playing on her mind despite her best effort to block it.
***
Sunday, April 6
Jessica had to force herself to get out of the bed. Walking lazily towards the bathroom, she glanced towards the wall on the opposite side of the room where a clock hanged. "9.34. I shouldn't have partied till that late," thought Jessica. Her eyes felt heavy as she brushed her teeth. After washing her face, she walked out of her room and found her mother sipping on a cup of hot tea.
"Hi, mom! Good morning," said Jessica as she approached the dining table.
"Good morning, dear. What time did you come home this morning?"
"I think around 4 A.M. I'm sorry, mom. I should have come home early. I forgot I'm supposed to take you to the doctor today."
"It's okay dear. I just want you to take care of your own health." Jessica's mom got up her seat and kissed her daughter in the forehead. "I'll take a shower then we'll go to the doctor. Eat some breakfast before we go."
"Yes, mom. I'll get the car ready."
Jessica grabbed a croissant and started buttering its inside. She had her left hand pressed to her forehead as she was slowly consuming the croissant. Her head was spinning like a steam-powered turbine. As a free-spirited young woman, partying was a part of her life. Like today, she spent most Sundays trying to shake off the hangover from the previous night. Jessica grabbed a carton of orange juice and poured it onto an empty glass. As she was drinking, she started to feel guilty about staying out all night. "How am I supposed to drive like this?" She was about to get her car key when there was a sudden loud noise that almost made her jump. The noise came from the bathroom. Jessica felt her heart stop as she feared the worst. She quickly rushed to the bathroom and opened the door. What greeted her confirmed her worst fear. The sight of her mother unconscious sent her into panic.
"Mom!" Jessica knelt down next to her mother's lifeless body and started shaking her. "Mom, wake up! Oh God! She's not breathing!" With both hands, she pressed her mother's chest several times, followed by a breath to her mouth. "Mom, please wake up!" Jessica tried to apply CPR to her mother several more times but failed to produce the desired effect. Running out of option, she called out to her last hope, the only other occupant of the house.
"Andrew!!! Andrew!!!" Drawing every ounce of strength she had, she let out a desperate final scream. "Andrew!!!! Please help!!" The next fifteen seconds felt like an eternity as she waited for help. She desperately tried one last time to revive her mother. Two minutes had passed when the elderly woman finally let out a groan. A sigh of relief escaped Jessica's mouth as Andrew entered the bathroom.
"Mom! Oh, no. What happened?" Andrew's face tensed as he approached the two women.
"Andrew, we have to take mother to the hospital. She just collapsed. I...I don't know what happened."
"I'll drive. Help me get lift her."
Together, the siblings carried their mother to Andrew's SUV. Jessica rested her mother's head on her lap, her hand caressed the weak feature of her mother's face. "You'll be fine, mom. We're taking you to the hospital." Andrew's hand reached for a button located on the ceiling of his car to open the garage door and raced towards the nearest hospital.
***
Thursday, April 10
A sudden knock on the door caused Jessica to snap out of the realm of dream. She stretched her arms and body and turned towards the wall. "7 o'clock." Jessica got up and opened the door. A familiar face that she's been seeing in the past 3 days stood in front of the room with a wheel cart.
"Good morning, Miss Jessica." The short woman wearing a white uniform pushed her wheel cart into the room. "I brought today's breakfast for your mom and for you as well."
"It’s for me, nurse? That's unusual." Jessica looked at the nurse with puzzled eyes.
"Your brother asked me to bring you this." The nurse handed Jessica a paper bag. Jessica grabbed the bag and her right hand reached for the content.
"Sandwich and, *cough*, a bottle of milk. Thank you for bringing me this, Nurse Yumi."
"And this special honey from the doctor." Nurse Yumi put a small container of honey on Jessica's palm. "It's for your cough. You really should be taking better care of yourself. Let us take care of your mom."
"It's okay nurse. I want to be here," smiled Jessica as she opened the container and drank its content.
"Well, enjoy your breakfast. The doctor will check with you in about two hours." Nurse Yumi left the room and closed the door.
Jessica ate the sandwich that her brother ordered while she waited for her mom to wake up. She turned on the notebook PC that had been sitting on the desk for as long as they had been in the hospital. Being a freelance wedding photographer had allowed her to stay by her mom's side. She clicked on a folder that says "Rita's wedding, March 29." A screen full of wedding pictures appeared on the notebook screen. A smile formed involuntarily on her face as she browsed through them one by one. "I love this job," thought Jessica. "It feels good to be wanted, to be asked by other people to take pictures in their wedding. Although sometimes," Jessica let out a small sigh. "Sometimes being too wanted has its drawbacks." Jessica's mind wandered to an incident on Monday.
***
Monday, April 7
"Doctor Nicholas, how long must my mom stay in the hospital?" Jessica asked the tall middle-aged man wearing a long white coat as Nurse Yumi scribbled something on her clipboard.
"I will have to evaluate her condition in the next two days," replied the doctor. "But she should be okay. She has passed the critical stage of her illness."
Jessica put her bag on a sofa on the far side of the room and took a look around. The clean room felt like a hotel room with a television hanging on the wall across the bed. There was a bathroom near the door and a closet for storage. The sofa leaned against the side wall next to a window. Next to the sofa is a desk with two chairs for guests to sit in. "I guess this is where I'll be sleeping for the next few days," said Jessica to no one in particular.
"Jessica, you don't have to stay here. Nurse Yumi will take care of your mother. I don't want you to get sick," said Doctor Nicholas with a slight concern in his tone.
"I want to stay, doctor. She, *cough*, might need me here," insisted Jessica adamantly. She looked outside the window and saw a view of the hospital garden. She always liked being in a garden to relax and take pictures of everything in and surrounding the garden. However, this garden was different. Instead of happy children and relaxing parents, she saw crying children and concerned family members waiting on the news of their loved ones' health. Her mouth formed a sympathetic smile as she knew how exactly those people felt.
"If you insist, I can't stop you. I'm going to give you something for your cough." The doctor turned to Nurse Yumi. "Nurse, I have to check on another patient. Take care of both of them." He smiled to Jessica and said "I will see you again tomorrow. The nurse will take care of you." With those words, he left the room.
"If you need me, just press the button here," said Nurse Yumi as she showed Jessica a button next to the bed. "I'll come right over. I'll bring dinner at 6." She adjusted the bed one last time then she left the room. Jessica had just sat down in the sofa when she heard her mom calling.
"Jessica."
"Mom, you're awake." Jessica got up and stood next to the bed. "The doctor said you'll be fine but he didn't say when you can come home."
"If you want to go home, you can go home. You look tired."
"I'll stay here as long as you're here, mom. It's partly my fault. If I hadn't partied till late last Saturday, I could've taken you to the doctor earlier." Tears almost formed on her eyes as guilty feelings started to enter her mind.
"Don't blame yourself. The doctors can perform a full medical check-up on me in the hospital. If they find any other hidden illnesses, they have the chance to fix it until I'm as healthy as I can be."
"You still look weak, mom. You should get some rest. I'll turn on the TV." As Jessica reached for the remote, her cell phone rings. She grabbed her bag and took out the loudly ringing device. She looked quickly at the caller's name and pressed the talk button.
"Hi Rita!...Yes, my mom had been admitted to a recovery room...Sure, you can come over...Nah, you don't have to bring anything...Okay, it's room C on the second floor...Thanks, Rita. See you soon." Jessica smiled at her mom and turned on the television. "Rita's coming over mom."
"She's the one who got married two weeks ago? That's very nice of her."
"She probably wanted to see the progress of my work on her wedding pictures,” said Jessica half-jokingly. “I told her that I will be delayed in finishing..." Her sentence was cut off by another ringing from her cell phone. She looked at the caller's name and her smile instantly disappeared. "I have to take this outside. I'll be right back." Jessica left the room and answered the phone.
"Mrs. Tan...I'm sorry I forgot to tell you that I won't be able to work at your son's wedding this Saturday...My mom is sick. I need to take care of her...I know this is a very short notice..." The replies from the other side of the line had become louder and angrier. "I could refer you to another photographer...I appreciate that you want me to do the job but...Please understand, Mrs. Tan." Jessica tried to hold back her tears as Mrs. Tan's voice started to become unbearable. "I've always tried to be professional but this is an emergency...I didn't...How could I have known that my mom would get sick." Suddenly, Mrs. Tan's voice was replaced by a busy signal. Jessica had to restrain herself from throwing her cell phone across the hallway. She dropped effortlessly to the floor as if she was pushed down by a strong pair of hands and started crying. Three minutes had passed until she heard a friendly voice calling.
"What's wrong, Jessica? Why are you crying?"
Jessica, still sobbing, looked up and finally managed to smile. "Rita! Thank god you're here!" She got up and hugged her friend.
"Something happened to your mom?" Rita looked concern as she wiped Jessica's tear off her face.
"No. It's my next client. I'm supposed to work at her son's wedding this Saturday but I have to cancel. She didn't take it too well." Jessica had stopped crying and opened the door. "We better go in." Her hand motioned her friend to come into the room and Rita complied.
"Hello, Mrs. Bloom," said Rita as she walked towards the hospital bed. "Feeling better?"
"Thank you. You're Jessica's friend who got married two weeks ago?" The older woman turned towards her daughter. "Have you finished working on her pictures?"
"Ah, I'm sorry. I haven’t quite got them done." Jessica grabbed Rita's left arm and dragged her towards the desk. "Sit down. I'll show you the ones that are ready." She sat down on the chair next to Rita's and handed the external mouse to her friend. "Just double-click on the thumbnails to see the full picture."
"Wow. These are beautiful," exclaimed Rita as she clicked through her wedding's pictures. "You're a real professional, Jessica."
"Well, I guess my professionalism is ruined now," sighed Jessica as she slammed her back to the chair.
"Huh? Oh, Mrs. Tan?" Rita put her right arm around Jessica's shoulders. "You did the right thing. She's being unreasonable. Surely family is more important than work."
"Still, canceling a wedding job less than a week from the date is almost a capital crime. If she spreads the news..."
"If she spreads the news, tell your next client the truth," smiled Rita after interrupting her friend. "They'll understand and they will see you as someone who cares about her family."
Jessica smiled and gave Rita a big hug. "Thanks a lot, Rita. I wouldn't be able to handle this without you."
***
Thursday, April 10
Jessica's memory was interrupted when her mother woke up. Jessica shook her head to chase away her weariness and stood up towards the breakfast cart.
"Good morning, mom. The nurse just brought you breakfast." Jessica took off the lid of the wheel cart to reveal the mystery food. “It’s porridge again. Want me to get something else from the cafeteria?" Jessica asked while helping her mother to a glass of water.
"Yes. Go ahead, go to the cafeteria. You need some fresh air. Get some food for yourself." She put the glass of water and reached for the TV remote. "I'll watch the TV in the meantime."
"Call the nurse if you need anything. I'll be back." Jessica took out her wallet and her cell phone from her bag and waved to her mom as she walked out the door. As she was walking towards the elevator, she felt a vibration in her left hand. Jessica instinctively looked at her cell phone and saw an unexpected name calling her. Her expression changed from weariness to excitement in an instant. She almost dropped her cell phone as she fumbled through the buttons. She finally managed to press the talk button and screamed.
"Margaret!!! You're back from your trip! How was it? You're in the hospital lobby? How did you find out...Oh, you called my brother last night? Alright, I'll be right down! Meet me in the cafeteria." Jessica's pace fastened as if a hurricane was chasing her. She rode the elevator down to the first floor and ran to the cafeteria located to the left of the elevator. She turned her head left and right searching for the woman named Margaret. A waving hand at the far side of the cafe beckoned her to come closer. Jessica walked towards her with her arms wide open and gave her a big hug.
"How are you, cousin?! How was your trip? What are you doing here so early?"
"I woke up at five and couldn't sleep so I decided to come here and visit your mom."
"Hang on. I’m going to order some food for my mom." Jessica went over to the counter, ordered something and quickly came back to her seat. "What time did you arrive last night?"
"Our plane landed at nine then I called your house," said Margaret while sipping her coffee. "Your brother answered the phone and told me about your mother. What exactly happened?"
"It was last Sunday. She suddenly collapsed in the bathroom. She knocked a candle-holder to the floor and made a loud noise. I was so scared because she wasn't breathing. It took me about two minutes to revive her. Andrew helped me bring her here."
"She knocked a candle-holder? Wow. That's lucky. What if she hadn't knocked anything? No one would've come to her rescue."
Jessica paused and looked deeply at her cousin. "You're right. If I had not been alerted by the sound, she would've been unconscious without anyone noticing," she shook her head. "I couldn't imagine."
"Well, let's not think about it. You got through the worst part."
Again, Jessica looked intently at Margaret. "It wasn't the worst part."
"It wasn't?" There was a concerned tone to her question.
"The worst came later," Jessica sighed as she began her story.
***
Sunday, April 6
Despite the adequate air conditioning, the Intensive Care Unit (ICU) room felt like the ninth circle of hell to Jessica. Her mother was lying in the bed where she was attached to some random medical instruments. Jessica was sitting on a chair next to the bed, still shaken by her mother's sudden collapse that morning. Bored, she decided to look for her brother and Doctor Nicholas.
Jessica exited the room and headed towards the ICU entrance. Jessica saw her brother talking to the doctor near the reception near the entrance. The two men stopped their conversation when they saw her approaching them. Andrew waved towards his sister and showed her some paper.
"The doctor said mom has a weak heart. It's not regulating blood flow properly."
Jessica looked at the paperwork, trying to understand the numbers and the medical terms. "What is your suggestion, doctor?" Jessica handed the paper back to her brother as she asked the question.
"Your mother needs a pacemaker," replied the doctor. "Your brother said that she refused to use one?"
"Yes, another doctor had suggested a pacemaker but my mom didn't want to use one."
"I cannot force her to use it if she doesn't want to. But maybe you two can talk to her and convince her."
"I'll do that." Jessica turned to his brother. "Andrew, about the medical bill…"
"Don't worry about it. Her insurance covers most of it. I'll cover the rest." Andrew put his right hand on his sister's left shoulder. "You did well this morning. You're the reason she's still alive."
Jessica decided to respond with just a smile. "I better get back inside." Jessica entered the room where her mother was being treated. She sat down next to her mother as she started to feel sleepy. She was resting her eyes when she heard a warm voice talking to her.
"Are you going to stay here all night, miss?"
Jessica looked up and saw a nurse smiling at her. "Yes, I'm not going home tonight, or for the rest of the week. I'm staying here as long as my mom is here."
"Your mom must be proud to have a daughter like you." The nurse tapped Jessica's shoulder lightly and walked towards the cardiac monitor to check on the patient's heart rate. Suddenly the electronic signal in the monitor started to flatten and emitted a screeching sound. Jessica recognized the sound and started to panic when she looked towards the screen. It was as if the Grim Reaper himself taunting her and threatening to take her mother away. Jessica couldn't hold back any longer and let out a scream.
"Mom! No!" Jessica ran to the door, opened it and screamed on top of her lung. "Doctor! Andrew! Help! It's mother!"
The nurse acted quickly and grabbed the defibrillator. Doctor Nicholas and Andrew came running into the room.
"Andrew, Jessica, please leave the room. Leave this to us," said the doctor.
"No, I don't to leave! Mom!" Jessica cried as she tried to fight off her brother who was trying to drag her out of the room.
"Jessica, please let them do their job." Andrew finally managed to get his sister out of the room. He rested his sister's head on his shoulder. "There's nothing we can do. We just need to pray for our mom's recovery."
Jessica, still crying, could only look through the small window on the door and pray.
***
Thursday, April 10
"But she turned out okay, didn’t she?" Margaret sipped the last of her coffee and threw the paper glass to the garbage bin not far from their seat. It missed the target and ended on the floor. With a slight groan, Margaret got up her seat and disposed of the glass properly.
"Yes. It was a close call, though. Andrew and I never stopped praying the whole time."
"You went through a lot in the last four days. You must be very tired. Andrew said you didn't come home and slept here the whole time."
"It's very tiring but my mom's friends came visit us on Tuesday. They were nice enough to stay the whole day which give me a chance to get some sleep."
Their conversation was interrupted by the waiter who told Jessica that her order was ready. Jessica went to the counter and paid for the food. With paper bag in her hands, she waved to her cousin. "Let's go upstairs and see her. She can't wait to see you."
They walked back to Jessica's mother's room and found Doctor Nicholas talking to her. "Doctor?" A surprise tone accompanied her query. "I thought you wouldn't be here till later?"
"I have no patient to see before your mother so I decided to check in on her early." Doctor Nicholas saw Jessica carrying a bag of food and looked displeased. "Jessica, there's a reason why we provided our patients with our own food. We need to monitor the quality of food our patients are having."
"Oh, I'm sorry, I just thought..."
"I'm just kidding," chuckled the doctor. "If you don't mind, I would like to examine your mother now. There's a good chance she can go home tomorrow. Please wait outside, both of you."
"Okay! Thank you, doctor." Jessica waved to her mom. "See you later, mom!"
"See you later, dear. It’s nice to see you, Margaret!"
"It's nice to see you doing well, Auntie!" Margaret waved goodbye to her auntie and walked out the door with Jessica. "The doctor thinks she'll be okay."
"Let's hope so, Margaret!" Jessica smiled at her cousin and closed the door.
***
Thirty minutes had passed when Doctor Nicholas walked out of the room. Jessica stared at the doctor with a hopeful look in her eyes. He smiled at her and nodded lightly. "Your mother will make a full recovery. She still needs to rest and eat properly for the next seven days."
"That means... she can go home?"
"Yes, she can go home tomorrow morning."
"Oh, doctor! Thank you very much!" Jessica gave the doctor a quick hug. A happy smile finally formed on her face after four days of sleeplessness.
"Jessica, I'm just a doctor." He smiled back at Jessica. "You are the reason your mother got better. You are her ray of hope, her oasis in the desert. You revived her soul while I only revived her body. I have never seen such dedication by a daughter to her mother. Your mother must be very proud to have a daughter like you."
"In our family, we call Jessica our wild angel," added Margaret half jokingly.
"Margaret, don't tell him our family secret," laughed Jessica. "Thank you again, doctor, for everything."
"Come in. Your mom is waiting."
Jessica felt a heavy burden was lifted from her shoulder and she could feel her heart flying free like a bird. With a big smile on her face, she opened the door and stepped in to see her mother.
Jessica sat on a chair next to the hospital bed. The fingers of her hands fiddled nervously. Her eyes showed the weariness of someone who had not slept much in days. In front of her lied an elderly woman. Her frail figure was attached to medical tubes and wires. She slept peacefully despite her rather heavy breath. Jessica reached for the old woman's right hand and held it tight with her own. With a heavy sigh, she closed her eyes.
"Don't worry too much. The doctor said mom will be fine."
Jessica looked to her right and smiled to the young man standing next to her. His presence that day had given her a much needed boost of strength. She didn't know if she could've last the day without him being there.
"I'm going home now," he said while looking at his watch. "I have to be ready for work in 6 hours so I'm going to need some sleep. Are you staying here again today?"
"Yes. Thank you for coming in today, Andrew. You, *cough*, really helped a lot."
"Hey, I'm her child as well. It's also my duty to take care of her. I think you need to get some sleep yourself. You look awfully tired."
"I will. Don't worry about me."
Jessica got up to send her brother out of the room and walked back slowly to her mother's side. Her eyes were running on reserves but she didn't feel like sleeping. It had been four days since she had proper sleep. Ever since her mother was admitted to the hospital, she had barely eaten and had only slept less than four hours a day. "I'm her only daughter," thought Jessica as she closed her eyes. "I have to be at her side all the time until she completely recovers." The incident that sent her mother into the room where they had stayed for three nights kept playing on her mind despite her best effort to block it.
***
Sunday, April 6
Jessica had to force herself to get out of the bed. Walking lazily towards the bathroom, she glanced towards the wall on the opposite side of the room where a clock hanged. "9.34. I shouldn't have partied till that late," thought Jessica. Her eyes felt heavy as she brushed her teeth. After washing her face, she walked out of her room and found her mother sipping on a cup of hot tea.
"Hi, mom! Good morning," said Jessica as she approached the dining table.
"Good morning, dear. What time did you come home this morning?"
"I think around 4 A.M. I'm sorry, mom. I should have come home early. I forgot I'm supposed to take you to the doctor today."
"It's okay dear. I just want you to take care of your own health." Jessica's mom got up her seat and kissed her daughter in the forehead. "I'll take a shower then we'll go to the doctor. Eat some breakfast before we go."
"Yes, mom. I'll get the car ready."
Jessica grabbed a croissant and started buttering its inside. She had her left hand pressed to her forehead as she was slowly consuming the croissant. Her head was spinning like a steam-powered turbine. As a free-spirited young woman, partying was a part of her life. Like today, she spent most Sundays trying to shake off the hangover from the previous night. Jessica grabbed a carton of orange juice and poured it onto an empty glass. As she was drinking, she started to feel guilty about staying out all night. "How am I supposed to drive like this?" She was about to get her car key when there was a sudden loud noise that almost made her jump. The noise came from the bathroom. Jessica felt her heart stop as she feared the worst. She quickly rushed to the bathroom and opened the door. What greeted her confirmed her worst fear. The sight of her mother unconscious sent her into panic.
"Mom!" Jessica knelt down next to her mother's lifeless body and started shaking her. "Mom, wake up! Oh God! She's not breathing!" With both hands, she pressed her mother's chest several times, followed by a breath to her mouth. "Mom, please wake up!" Jessica tried to apply CPR to her mother several more times but failed to produce the desired effect. Running out of option, she called out to her last hope, the only other occupant of the house.
"Andrew!!! Andrew!!!" Drawing every ounce of strength she had, she let out a desperate final scream. "Andrew!!!! Please help!!" The next fifteen seconds felt like an eternity as she waited for help. She desperately tried one last time to revive her mother. Two minutes had passed when the elderly woman finally let out a groan. A sigh of relief escaped Jessica's mouth as Andrew entered the bathroom.
"Mom! Oh, no. What happened?" Andrew's face tensed as he approached the two women.
"Andrew, we have to take mother to the hospital. She just collapsed. I...I don't know what happened."
"I'll drive. Help me get lift her."
Together, the siblings carried their mother to Andrew's SUV. Jessica rested her mother's head on her lap, her hand caressed the weak feature of her mother's face. "You'll be fine, mom. We're taking you to the hospital." Andrew's hand reached for a button located on the ceiling of his car to open the garage door and raced towards the nearest hospital.
***
Thursday, April 10
A sudden knock on the door caused Jessica to snap out of the realm of dream. She stretched her arms and body and turned towards the wall. "7 o'clock." Jessica got up and opened the door. A familiar face that she's been seeing in the past 3 days stood in front of the room with a wheel cart.
"Good morning, Miss Jessica." The short woman wearing a white uniform pushed her wheel cart into the room. "I brought today's breakfast for your mom and for you as well."
"It’s for me, nurse? That's unusual." Jessica looked at the nurse with puzzled eyes.
"Your brother asked me to bring you this." The nurse handed Jessica a paper bag. Jessica grabbed the bag and her right hand reached for the content.
"Sandwich and, *cough*, a bottle of milk. Thank you for bringing me this, Nurse Yumi."
"And this special honey from the doctor." Nurse Yumi put a small container of honey on Jessica's palm. "It's for your cough. You really should be taking better care of yourself. Let us take care of your mom."
"It's okay nurse. I want to be here," smiled Jessica as she opened the container and drank its content.
"Well, enjoy your breakfast. The doctor will check with you in about two hours." Nurse Yumi left the room and closed the door.
Jessica ate the sandwich that her brother ordered while she waited for her mom to wake up. She turned on the notebook PC that had been sitting on the desk for as long as they had been in the hospital. Being a freelance wedding photographer had allowed her to stay by her mom's side. She clicked on a folder that says "Rita's wedding, March 29." A screen full of wedding pictures appeared on the notebook screen. A smile formed involuntarily on her face as she browsed through them one by one. "I love this job," thought Jessica. "It feels good to be wanted, to be asked by other people to take pictures in their wedding. Although sometimes," Jessica let out a small sigh. "Sometimes being too wanted has its drawbacks." Jessica's mind wandered to an incident on Monday.
***
Monday, April 7
"Doctor Nicholas, how long must my mom stay in the hospital?" Jessica asked the tall middle-aged man wearing a long white coat as Nurse Yumi scribbled something on her clipboard.
"I will have to evaluate her condition in the next two days," replied the doctor. "But she should be okay. She has passed the critical stage of her illness."
Jessica put her bag on a sofa on the far side of the room and took a look around. The clean room felt like a hotel room with a television hanging on the wall across the bed. There was a bathroom near the door and a closet for storage. The sofa leaned against the side wall next to a window. Next to the sofa is a desk with two chairs for guests to sit in. "I guess this is where I'll be sleeping for the next few days," said Jessica to no one in particular.
"Jessica, you don't have to stay here. Nurse Yumi will take care of your mother. I don't want you to get sick," said Doctor Nicholas with a slight concern in his tone.
"I want to stay, doctor. She, *cough*, might need me here," insisted Jessica adamantly. She looked outside the window and saw a view of the hospital garden. She always liked being in a garden to relax and take pictures of everything in and surrounding the garden. However, this garden was different. Instead of happy children and relaxing parents, she saw crying children and concerned family members waiting on the news of their loved ones' health. Her mouth formed a sympathetic smile as she knew how exactly those people felt.
"If you insist, I can't stop you. I'm going to give you something for your cough." The doctor turned to Nurse Yumi. "Nurse, I have to check on another patient. Take care of both of them." He smiled to Jessica and said "I will see you again tomorrow. The nurse will take care of you." With those words, he left the room.
"If you need me, just press the button here," said Nurse Yumi as she showed Jessica a button next to the bed. "I'll come right over. I'll bring dinner at 6." She adjusted the bed one last time then she left the room. Jessica had just sat down in the sofa when she heard her mom calling.
"Jessica."
"Mom, you're awake." Jessica got up and stood next to the bed. "The doctor said you'll be fine but he didn't say when you can come home."
"If you want to go home, you can go home. You look tired."
"I'll stay here as long as you're here, mom. It's partly my fault. If I hadn't partied till late last Saturday, I could've taken you to the doctor earlier." Tears almost formed on her eyes as guilty feelings started to enter her mind.
"Don't blame yourself. The doctors can perform a full medical check-up on me in the hospital. If they find any other hidden illnesses, they have the chance to fix it until I'm as healthy as I can be."
"You still look weak, mom. You should get some rest. I'll turn on the TV." As Jessica reached for the remote, her cell phone rings. She grabbed her bag and took out the loudly ringing device. She looked quickly at the caller's name and pressed the talk button.
"Hi Rita!...Yes, my mom had been admitted to a recovery room...Sure, you can come over...Nah, you don't have to bring anything...Okay, it's room C on the second floor...Thanks, Rita. See you soon." Jessica smiled at her mom and turned on the television. "Rita's coming over mom."
"She's the one who got married two weeks ago? That's very nice of her."
"She probably wanted to see the progress of my work on her wedding pictures,” said Jessica half-jokingly. “I told her that I will be delayed in finishing..." Her sentence was cut off by another ringing from her cell phone. She looked at the caller's name and her smile instantly disappeared. "I have to take this outside. I'll be right back." Jessica left the room and answered the phone.
"Mrs. Tan...I'm sorry I forgot to tell you that I won't be able to work at your son's wedding this Saturday...My mom is sick. I need to take care of her...I know this is a very short notice..." The replies from the other side of the line had become louder and angrier. "I could refer you to another photographer...I appreciate that you want me to do the job but...Please understand, Mrs. Tan." Jessica tried to hold back her tears as Mrs. Tan's voice started to become unbearable. "I've always tried to be professional but this is an emergency...I didn't...How could I have known that my mom would get sick." Suddenly, Mrs. Tan's voice was replaced by a busy signal. Jessica had to restrain herself from throwing her cell phone across the hallway. She dropped effortlessly to the floor as if she was pushed down by a strong pair of hands and started crying. Three minutes had passed until she heard a friendly voice calling.
"What's wrong, Jessica? Why are you crying?"
Jessica, still sobbing, looked up and finally managed to smile. "Rita! Thank god you're here!" She got up and hugged her friend.
"Something happened to your mom?" Rita looked concern as she wiped Jessica's tear off her face.
"No. It's my next client. I'm supposed to work at her son's wedding this Saturday but I have to cancel. She didn't take it too well." Jessica had stopped crying and opened the door. "We better go in." Her hand motioned her friend to come into the room and Rita complied.
"Hello, Mrs. Bloom," said Rita as she walked towards the hospital bed. "Feeling better?"
"Thank you. You're Jessica's friend who got married two weeks ago?" The older woman turned towards her daughter. "Have you finished working on her pictures?"
"Ah, I'm sorry. I haven’t quite got them done." Jessica grabbed Rita's left arm and dragged her towards the desk. "Sit down. I'll show you the ones that are ready." She sat down on the chair next to Rita's and handed the external mouse to her friend. "Just double-click on the thumbnails to see the full picture."
"Wow. These are beautiful," exclaimed Rita as she clicked through her wedding's pictures. "You're a real professional, Jessica."
"Well, I guess my professionalism is ruined now," sighed Jessica as she slammed her back to the chair.
"Huh? Oh, Mrs. Tan?" Rita put her right arm around Jessica's shoulders. "You did the right thing. She's being unreasonable. Surely family is more important than work."
"Still, canceling a wedding job less than a week from the date is almost a capital crime. If she spreads the news..."
"If she spreads the news, tell your next client the truth," smiled Rita after interrupting her friend. "They'll understand and they will see you as someone who cares about her family."
Jessica smiled and gave Rita a big hug. "Thanks a lot, Rita. I wouldn't be able to handle this without you."
***
Thursday, April 10
Jessica's memory was interrupted when her mother woke up. Jessica shook her head to chase away her weariness and stood up towards the breakfast cart.
"Good morning, mom. The nurse just brought you breakfast." Jessica took off the lid of the wheel cart to reveal the mystery food. “It’s porridge again. Want me to get something else from the cafeteria?" Jessica asked while helping her mother to a glass of water.
"Yes. Go ahead, go to the cafeteria. You need some fresh air. Get some food for yourself." She put the glass of water and reached for the TV remote. "I'll watch the TV in the meantime."
"Call the nurse if you need anything. I'll be back." Jessica took out her wallet and her cell phone from her bag and waved to her mom as she walked out the door. As she was walking towards the elevator, she felt a vibration in her left hand. Jessica instinctively looked at her cell phone and saw an unexpected name calling her. Her expression changed from weariness to excitement in an instant. She almost dropped her cell phone as she fumbled through the buttons. She finally managed to press the talk button and screamed.
"Margaret!!! You're back from your trip! How was it? You're in the hospital lobby? How did you find out...Oh, you called my brother last night? Alright, I'll be right down! Meet me in the cafeteria." Jessica's pace fastened as if a hurricane was chasing her. She rode the elevator down to the first floor and ran to the cafeteria located to the left of the elevator. She turned her head left and right searching for the woman named Margaret. A waving hand at the far side of the cafe beckoned her to come closer. Jessica walked towards her with her arms wide open and gave her a big hug.
"How are you, cousin?! How was your trip? What are you doing here so early?"
"I woke up at five and couldn't sleep so I decided to come here and visit your mom."
"Hang on. I’m going to order some food for my mom." Jessica went over to the counter, ordered something and quickly came back to her seat. "What time did you arrive last night?"
"Our plane landed at nine then I called your house," said Margaret while sipping her coffee. "Your brother answered the phone and told me about your mother. What exactly happened?"
"It was last Sunday. She suddenly collapsed in the bathroom. She knocked a candle-holder to the floor and made a loud noise. I was so scared because she wasn't breathing. It took me about two minutes to revive her. Andrew helped me bring her here."
"She knocked a candle-holder? Wow. That's lucky. What if she hadn't knocked anything? No one would've come to her rescue."
Jessica paused and looked deeply at her cousin. "You're right. If I had not been alerted by the sound, she would've been unconscious without anyone noticing," she shook her head. "I couldn't imagine."
"Well, let's not think about it. You got through the worst part."
Again, Jessica looked intently at Margaret. "It wasn't the worst part."
"It wasn't?" There was a concerned tone to her question.
"The worst came later," Jessica sighed as she began her story.
***
Sunday, April 6
Despite the adequate air conditioning, the Intensive Care Unit (ICU) room felt like the ninth circle of hell to Jessica. Her mother was lying in the bed where she was attached to some random medical instruments. Jessica was sitting on a chair next to the bed, still shaken by her mother's sudden collapse that morning. Bored, she decided to look for her brother and Doctor Nicholas.
Jessica exited the room and headed towards the ICU entrance. Jessica saw her brother talking to the doctor near the reception near the entrance. The two men stopped their conversation when they saw her approaching them. Andrew waved towards his sister and showed her some paper.
"The doctor said mom has a weak heart. It's not regulating blood flow properly."
Jessica looked at the paperwork, trying to understand the numbers and the medical terms. "What is your suggestion, doctor?" Jessica handed the paper back to her brother as she asked the question.
"Your mother needs a pacemaker," replied the doctor. "Your brother said that she refused to use one?"
"Yes, another doctor had suggested a pacemaker but my mom didn't want to use one."
"I cannot force her to use it if she doesn't want to. But maybe you two can talk to her and convince her."
"I'll do that." Jessica turned to his brother. "Andrew, about the medical bill…"
"Don't worry about it. Her insurance covers most of it. I'll cover the rest." Andrew put his right hand on his sister's left shoulder. "You did well this morning. You're the reason she's still alive."
Jessica decided to respond with just a smile. "I better get back inside." Jessica entered the room where her mother was being treated. She sat down next to her mother as she started to feel sleepy. She was resting her eyes when she heard a warm voice talking to her.
"Are you going to stay here all night, miss?"
Jessica looked up and saw a nurse smiling at her. "Yes, I'm not going home tonight, or for the rest of the week. I'm staying here as long as my mom is here."
"Your mom must be proud to have a daughter like you." The nurse tapped Jessica's shoulder lightly and walked towards the cardiac monitor to check on the patient's heart rate. Suddenly the electronic signal in the monitor started to flatten and emitted a screeching sound. Jessica recognized the sound and started to panic when she looked towards the screen. It was as if the Grim Reaper himself taunting her and threatening to take her mother away. Jessica couldn't hold back any longer and let out a scream.
"Mom! No!" Jessica ran to the door, opened it and screamed on top of her lung. "Doctor! Andrew! Help! It's mother!"
The nurse acted quickly and grabbed the defibrillator. Doctor Nicholas and Andrew came running into the room.
"Andrew, Jessica, please leave the room. Leave this to us," said the doctor.
"No, I don't to leave! Mom!" Jessica cried as she tried to fight off her brother who was trying to drag her out of the room.
"Jessica, please let them do their job." Andrew finally managed to get his sister out of the room. He rested his sister's head on his shoulder. "There's nothing we can do. We just need to pray for our mom's recovery."
Jessica, still crying, could only look through the small window on the door and pray.
***
Thursday, April 10
"But she turned out okay, didn’t she?" Margaret sipped the last of her coffee and threw the paper glass to the garbage bin not far from their seat. It missed the target and ended on the floor. With a slight groan, Margaret got up her seat and disposed of the glass properly.
"Yes. It was a close call, though. Andrew and I never stopped praying the whole time."
"You went through a lot in the last four days. You must be very tired. Andrew said you didn't come home and slept here the whole time."
"It's very tiring but my mom's friends came visit us on Tuesday. They were nice enough to stay the whole day which give me a chance to get some sleep."
Their conversation was interrupted by the waiter who told Jessica that her order was ready. Jessica went to the counter and paid for the food. With paper bag in her hands, she waved to her cousin. "Let's go upstairs and see her. She can't wait to see you."
They walked back to Jessica's mother's room and found Doctor Nicholas talking to her. "Doctor?" A surprise tone accompanied her query. "I thought you wouldn't be here till later?"
"I have no patient to see before your mother so I decided to check in on her early." Doctor Nicholas saw Jessica carrying a bag of food and looked displeased. "Jessica, there's a reason why we provided our patients with our own food. We need to monitor the quality of food our patients are having."
"Oh, I'm sorry, I just thought..."
"I'm just kidding," chuckled the doctor. "If you don't mind, I would like to examine your mother now. There's a good chance she can go home tomorrow. Please wait outside, both of you."
"Okay! Thank you, doctor." Jessica waved to her mom. "See you later, mom!"
"See you later, dear. It’s nice to see you, Margaret!"
"It's nice to see you doing well, Auntie!" Margaret waved goodbye to her auntie and walked out the door with Jessica. "The doctor thinks she'll be okay."
"Let's hope so, Margaret!" Jessica smiled at her cousin and closed the door.
***
Thirty minutes had passed when Doctor Nicholas walked out of the room. Jessica stared at the doctor with a hopeful look in her eyes. He smiled at her and nodded lightly. "Your mother will make a full recovery. She still needs to rest and eat properly for the next seven days."
"That means... she can go home?"
"Yes, she can go home tomorrow morning."
"Oh, doctor! Thank you very much!" Jessica gave the doctor a quick hug. A happy smile finally formed on her face after four days of sleeplessness.
"Jessica, I'm just a doctor." He smiled back at Jessica. "You are the reason your mother got better. You are her ray of hope, her oasis in the desert. You revived her soul while I only revived her body. I have never seen such dedication by a daughter to her mother. Your mother must be very proud to have a daughter like you."
"In our family, we call Jessica our wild angel," added Margaret half jokingly.
"Margaret, don't tell him our family secret," laughed Jessica. "Thank you again, doctor, for everything."
"Come in. Your mom is waiting."
Jessica felt a heavy burden was lifted from her shoulder and she could feel her heart flying free like a bird. With a big smile on her face, she opened the door and stepped in to see her mother.
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