An apple a day, keeps the doctors away. "Here now, Luke. At the hospital. And there you are, lying on the bed with a thousand of tube stuck at your body. You have to wear the mask as I am. The different is, I can blink my eyes to look at you while you here for these long time but why your eyes kept close? I want those big brown eyes open and met mine. I miss to see your smiling face. Wake up, Luke. Please, wake up,"as I am saying to the body that lying silently without any single movement just beside where I am standing now.
I was searching for something, or more probably someone. In the crowd of pupil, in the noise of chaos canteen, here I am. Stand still beside the burger's stall, searching for somebody. I took a look closely each faces and there he is, a 175cm height taller than me, quiet mascular and those big brown eyes kept his eyes on, searching for somebody. "Hey!" I waved my hand hopely that he will notice me. He smiled and he made a step towards me. Well, both of us are prefect so we got to control the pupil's discipline at the canteen. "Why are you taking so long to get here?" I asked him for his answer. Those big brown eyes met mine and he replied, "Sorry, but Mrs. Thila asked me for the paperwork of battle of the band this Saturday, remember?"
As the bell rang, all yhe pupils will back to their classes except for the prefect. It is our time for us to take and enjoy our meal before starting our class again. "I think you take too much unhealthy food lately. Plus, no veggies in it which is very bad for your health, Luke." worried to see him excessively took a type of food that located at the top of the food pyramid. "I think it is okay for me as I always busy all the time besides my work out at the field." he replied without any hesitant, enjoying his food as I am watching him.
Daya by day passed, as a candidate of SPM, all of is were busy studying and make a revision. Besides that, all of us have to active in co-curricular activities which gave us help in for us to further studies at the university which made us so exhausted. The root of success are bitter byt the fruit of it are sweet. As the top members of Music, Drama and Arts Department in our school, Luke and I getting more and more stress and super exhausted with all the extra works. Until one day, while practise the gamelan, Luke fainted. His face was pale, as pale as ghost. He was taken to the hospital nearby by ambulance because he unconscious and not open his big brown eyes as we tried to wake him.
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My tears roll over my face, betraying me. As cold as ice whenever I reach, hold his hands. His pale faces does not give those warmth smile to me. I know that he suffer for his illness for a long time but he never showed it in front of us, his family, his friends, and me. His cell cancer active as he took an unhealthy food. Active because of his lifestyle which full with pressure and so many other reasons. My tears roll over my face, betraying me countless times. But now, only God can save him.
The End,
copyright Sara Shahira, 5 Science 1,
Section B ; Continous Writing ; "...Only God can save him now."
English 1119, Paper 1, SPM
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