Foto terakhir membuatnya tidak bisa

Foto terakhir membuatnya tidak bisa bernapas. Ia menyadari ternyata ia sudah menangis ketika air matanya menetes ke foto yang dipegangnya. Ia menutup mulutnya dengan tangan untuk menahan tangis, tetapi tidak berhasil.Dalam foto itu ia melihat dirinya dan Tatsuya. Ia ingat dengan jelas di mana mereka saat itu. Di Disneyland Paris. Saat itu mereka meminta bantuan pengunjung lain untuk mengambil foto mereka berdua. Mereka mengenakan bando berbentuk telinga Mickey Mouse dan tersenyum lebar ke arah kamera. Sebelah lengan Tatsuya merangkul leher Tara dan tangan yang lain memegang es krim vanila. Tatsuya terlihat sangat tampan saat itu. Tampan dan bahagia.Dengan tangan yang masih gemetar, Tara membalikkan foto itu.“Aku dan segala yang kuinginkan dalam hidup...”Tangannya terkulai lemas dan tanpa sengaja menyentuh laptop yang ada di meja. Layar laptop yang semula gelap pun menyala.Tara menatap layar yang mulai jelas. Alisnya berkerut samar ketika ia melihat apa yang muncul di layar. E-mail?To : Fujisawa TatsuyaFrom : Sebastien GiraudeauSubject : Re: bagaimana keadaannya?Tara membaca isi e-mail tersebut, kemudian ia mulai mencari e-mail lainnya. Begitu menemukan daftar e-mail yang masuk di inbox, tanpa sadar Tara menahan napas. Setelah membulatkan tekad, ia mulai membaca satu per satu e-mail tersebut.Semakin lama pandangannya semakin kabur, dadanya semakin berat, dan napasnya semakin sulit.Hanya tangisannya yang bergema di apartemen itu. Tara membiarkan dirinya menangis dengan keras. Menangisi dirinya, menangisi Tatsuya, menangisi nasib, menangisi kenyataan. Ia menangis sampai kehabisan napas dan kelelahan. Namun saat itu pun air matanya tidak mau berhenti menengalir.Dua Puluh TigaPEGANGAN pintu dari besi itu terasa dingin dalam cengkeraman Tara. Butuh keberanian besar untuk masuk ke kamar rawat Tatsuya. Ia harus menguasai dirinya terlebih dahulu.Hari sudah sore ketika ia tiba kembali di rumah sakit. Ayahnya melihat kedatangannya dan segera memeluknya. Saat itu juga Tara tahu ia akan kehilangan Tatsuya.“Papa sudah mencobanya,” gumam ayahnya.Tara menatap ayahnya dan menyadari ayahnya habis menangis.“Papa bahkan sudah meminta pendapat Laurent Delcour, tetapi hasilnya sama saja,” lanjut ayahnya. Suaranya serak karena emosi.Papa sudah meminta pendapat Dr. Delcour.... Ternyata tetap tidak bisa membantu....“Kau mau menemuinya?” tanya ayahnya sambil mengusap wajah.Tara menunduk dan tidak menyahut. Ia menghela napas tanpa suara dan akhirnya mengangguk.Dan di sinilah ia, berdiri dengan tegang di depan kamar rawat Tatsuya dengan tangan mencengkeram pegangan pintu. Ia memejamkan mata. Jangan menangis. Jangan menemui Tatsuya dengan wajah basah karena air mata. Tatsuya tidak akan senang melihatnya.Ia membuka pintu dan melangkah masuk. Bau rumah sakit tidak pernah menyenangkan. Tidak pernah membuat siapa pun tenang. Begitu menusuk... Dingin...Pertama-tama matanya melihat sosok Tatsuya yang terbaring tak bergerak di ranjang, lalu berbagai selang dan kabel yang menghubungkan tubuh Tatsuya ke semua mesin dan peralatan yang ada di sekitar ranjang. Dengan susah payah Tara mengalihkan pandangannya ke arah mesin-mesin yang menunjukkan kondisi vital Tatsuya. Ia tidak memahami sebagian besar mesin itu, hanya saja matanya terpaku pada mesin yang menunjukkan detak jantung Tatsuya.Monitor itu masih menampilkan garis tidak teratur. Jantung Tatsuya masih berdetak. Ia masih hidup....Langkah Tara terasa berat ketika ia menghampiri sisi ranjang. Wajah Tatsuya nyaris tidak terlihat jelas di balik semua perban dan masker oksigen. Mata Tatsuya terpejam. Terlihat tenang sekali. Seolah tidur.Tara harus mengatakan sesuatu. Diam saja juga tidak ada gunanya. Kalau ia bicara, apakah Tatsuya bisa mendengarnya? Apakah Tatsuya akan terbangun begitu mendengar suaranya? Apakah harapannya terlalu berlebihan? Apakah salah mengharapkan keajaiban?Tara menatap wajah Tatsuya dan bergumam pelan, “Kau bukan Putri Tidur, kau tahu? Kenapa kau tidak bangun saja sebelum aku membuat keributan?”Ia diam, mengharapkan jawaban yang ia tahu tidak akan diterimanya. Tatsuya tetap bergeming.Tara duduk di kursi yang disediakan di sisi ranjang. Ia menghela napas dan menunduk.

نتایج (انگلیسی) 1:

Last photos made him unable to breathe. He became aware that he had cried when the tears to photograph in his hand. She covered her mouth with his hand to keep from crying, but to no avail.
In the picture he saw himself and Tatsuya. He remembered clearly where they are. At Disneyland Paris. At that time they ask for help other visitors to take photographs of the two of them. They wore headbands shape of Mickey Mouse ears and grinned at the camera. Tatsuya embracing arm Tara's neck and the other hand holding a vanilla ice cream. Tatsuya looks very handsome then. Handsome and happy.
With his hands still shaking, Tara reverses the picture.
"I am and everything I wanted in life ..."
His hands hung limp and accidentally touching the laptop is on the table. Dark original laptop screens lit up.
Tara looked at the screen began to clear. Her brow furrowed faint when he saw what appeared on screen. E-mail?
To: Tatsuya Fujisawa
From: Sebastien Giraudeau
Subject: Re: how it is?
Tara read the contents of e-mail, and then he began to look for other e-mails. Once I found a list of incoming e-mail in the inbox, without knowing Tara held her breath. Having made up his mind, he began to read one by one e-mail.
The longer the increasingly blurred vision, chest getting heavier, and his breathing more difficult.
Only the cries echoed in the apartment. Tara let himself cry aloud. Cried for himself, weeping Tatsuya, weeping for the fate, crying over the fact. She cried until out of breath and fatigue. But even then the tears would not stop menengalir.
Twenty-three
HANDLE door of the iron was cold in the grip of Tara. It took great courage to enter the hospital room Tatsuya. He must control himself first.
It was late afternoon when he arrived back at the hospital. His father saw him coming and immediately hugged him. Right then Tara knew she would lose Tatsuya.
"Papa had to try it," her father muttered.
Tara looked at him and realized his father had been crying.
"Papa even ask for opinions Laurent Delcour, but the result is the same," said her father. His voice hoarse with emotion.
Papa had asked the opinion of Dr. Delcour .... Turns still can not help ....
"You want to see him?" Asked her father as she rubbed her face.
Tara looked down and did not answer. He sighed silently and finally nodded.
And here he was, standing tensely in front of Tatsuya hospital room clutching the door handle. He closed his eyes. Do not Cry. Do not see Tatsuya with tear-stained faces. Tatsuya would not be happy to see him.
He opened the door and stepped inside. The smell of the hospital is never fun. Never make anyone calm. So piercing ... Cold ...
First of all eyes see Tatsuya figure who lay motionless in bed, and various hoses and cables that connect the body Tatsuya to all the machines and equipment that exist around the bed. With great difficulty, Tara turned his gaze toward machines that show vital condition Tatsuya. He did not understand most of the machines, only her eyes fixed on the machine that shows heart rate Tatsuya.
Monitor was still showing irregular line. Tatsuya heart is still beating. He is still alive ....
Step Tara felt heavy when he approached the bedside. Tatsuya face barely visible behind all the bandages and oxygen masks. Tatsuya eyes closed. Looks calm. As if to sleep.
Tara had to say something. Silence alone is of no use. When he spoke, whether Tatsuya can hear it? Do Tatsuya be awakened when she heard his voice? Are expectations too much? Does one expect a miracle?
Tara looked at the face Tatsuya and muttering under his breath, "You're not Sleeping Beauty, you know? Why do not you wake up just before I make a fuss? "
He was silent, expecting the answer he knew would not receive. Tatsuya budge.
Tara sat in chairs provided at the bedside. He sighed and looked down.

نتایج (انگلیسی) 2:

The last photo made it unable to breathe. She realizes that she was crying when her tears dripping into a photograph she held. He closed his mouth with his hand to resist tears, but did not succeed.
In the photograph he saw himself and Tatsuya. He remembered clearly where they were. At Disneyland Paris. At that time they asked for help from other visitors to take photos of them both. They wore Mickey Mouse's ear-shaped bando and smiled wide towards the camera. The arm of Tatsuya embraces Tara's neck and the other hand holds vanilla ice cream. Tatsuya looks very handsome at the time. Handsome and happy.
With a still-shaking hand, Tara turned the photo.
"I and all I want in life..."
His hands were drowned and accidentally touched the laptop on the table. The original Dark laptop screen was lit.
Tara looked at the screen that began to clear. His eyebrows were sketchy when he saw what appeared on the screen. E-mail?
To: Fujisawa Tatsuya
From: Sebastien Giraudeau
Subject: Re: How's the situation?
Tara reads the contents of the e-mail, and then starts searching for other e-mails. As soon as I find the list of incoming e-mails in the Inbox, without Tara consciously hold your breath. After his determination, he began to read one by one the e-mail.
The longer the view gets blurred, the chest is getting heavier, and the breath is getting harder.
Only his cry echoed in the apartment. Tara lets herself cry loudly. Crying out, crying off Tatsuya, crying out for fate, crying out for reality. He cried until it ran out of breath and fatigue. But even then his tears did not want to stop the flow.
Twenty-three
The door HANDLE of the iron was cold in Tara's grip. It took great courage to enter the room for Tatsuya. He must control himself first.
The day was afternoon when she arrived back in the hospital. His father saw his return and immediately hugged him. At that time, Tara knew she would lose Tatsuya.
"Papa tried it," mumbled his father.
Tara looked at her father and realized her father was out crying.
"Papa had even asked Laurent Delcour's opinion, but the result was the same," he continued. His voice is hoarsenated by emotions.
Papa has asked Dr. Delcour's opinion.... Apparently still can not help....
"You want to meet him?" asked his father while rubbing his face.
Tara looked down and did not deny. He sighed without sound and finally nodded.
And here it is, standing tight in front of Tatsuya's nursing room with hand gripping the door handle. He closed his eyes. Do not cry. Do not meet Tatsuya with a wet face because of tears. Tatsuya will not be glad to see it.
He opened the door and stepped in. The smell of the hospital has never been fun. Never make anyone quiet. So piercing... Cold...
First of all, he saw the figure of Tatsuya lying in the bed, then various hoses and cables that connected Tatsuya's body to all the machines and equipment around the bed. Tara's painstakingly turned her gaze towards machines that demonstrated the vital condition of Tatsuya. He did not understand most of the engines, only that his eyes were fixed on the machine indicating Tatsuya's heartbeat.
The Monitor still displays irregular lines. The heart of Tatsuya is still beating. He is still alive.
Tara step feels heavy when she approaches the bedside. Tatsuya's face is barely apparent behind all bandages and oxygen masks. Tatsuya's eyes are wrapped. It looks quiet once. As if sleeping.
Tara must say something. Silence is also useless. If he talks, can Tatsuya hear him? Is Tatsuya going to wake up hearing his voice? Is the expectation too excessive? Is it wrong expecting miracles?
Tara staring at Tatsuya's face and muttering quietly, "You're not sleeping princess, you know? Why don't you wake up just before I make a fuss? "
He was silent, expecting an answer that he knew would not have received. Tatsuya remains in his hand.
Tara sits on the chair provided on the bed side. He sighed and looked down.