Part 8 - Good News?

5 missed calls: Mr. Jason Editor

"Ma'am, wait a minute. Since earlier someone called."

"Well, that's Elsa's cellphone, isn't it? Why is it in Alvin?"

"Yeah, I missed it in class. I was going to come back. Just a moment, Mom. Someone's calling again," Alvin was nervous.

"Hello, I'm sorry, Mas... I left Elsa's cellphone behind. So I'm holding it, Alvin."

"Oh yes. Please tell Elsa to tell me to open the e-mail now. There was a revision of the script yesterday. The deadline is only two days, the problem is."

"I'm sorry, sir. Elsa was in an accident. Here I want to visit. Make sure she is. Sorry, sir."

Click. The phone is turned off immediately. Alvin didn't want to bother thinking about it. Moreover, everything that would burden Elsa. He immediately set foot to find his room.

Elsa's mother looks so sad. Bloodshot eyes. Flowing springs from the clear love of a mother's figure.

"Elsa is not the same anymore," her mother moaned.

"What do you mean, ma'am?"

"The doctor said that his left hand is broken. It takes time to heal. Even if it heals, it usually still has a defect. It won't be the same as it was before," she said in a mirror.

Alvin calmed all his sobs. Trying to calm down, even though this heart feels like it wants to break.

"I should have taken you home, Sa. I'm sorry for being so lousy. Always don't understand you. Even though you understand and understand." Alvin thought to himself.

In front of his eyes, Elsa was still lying. She's not conscious yet. His head was also hit.

"Why are you like this? I'm sorry, Sa."

"I promise. I'll replace your busy schedule when you're sick. I promise. Definitely. Although I'll never replace your kind listener."

***

3 Missed Calls: Mrs. Nana (An-Nur Orphanage)

"Assalamualaikum, Elsa. Have you traveled here?"

"Waalaikusalam, I'm sorry. This is Alvin, Elsa is in the hospital. Just had an accident."

"Innanilahi.... so how's his condition?"

"Still being treated."

"Never mind. Can I ask for help? Because the children are already waiting for Elsa here. Or is it like this? You are here, just saying hello and explaining to the children. That's all to invite their prayers. Let's pray for Elsa."

"God willing, ma'am. I'll be there."

Arriving at the orphanage, Alvin was greeted by boisterous children. His face was full of joy and sadness. Sad and happy.

"Alvin, huh? Elsa's boyfriend?" chirps one of the children.

"Shhh...let's go kids first." exclaimed a sad-faced mother.

"Today, Elsa can't come first."

"Yeah." in unison they complained.

"Then who will teach you to write poetry?"

"Then who will tell the story?"

"Yesterday, Mbak Elsa said, my story was published in Baba Magazine. I'm curious." They ask each other questions.

"Shhh... calm down first, okay. This is Alvin, first talk. You sit quietly,"

"Hey,... ." Alvin tried to calm down.

All the children were silent. One small voice answered, "Hi...," followed by another.

"Usually, Elsa doesn't greet her like that. I just want to be with Elsa!!" he complained.

After Mrs. Nana calmed down, then Alvin answered slowly. Holding on sadly.

"Miss Elsa is still sick. For the time being, big sister will replace her, okay. Come on, let's pray together today, let's make Miss Elsa get well soon. So that I can accompany you again."

***

"Hello, Ma'am. How's the script for yesterday's novel? The deadline is in two days. The author is already waiting,"

One of the publisher's editors chimed in. Two tasks in two days. Alvin has absolutely no special field in the world of design and editing. Never the least bit interested. How can I help you?

Alvin looks at the notes on Elsa's cellphone. There are various deadlines listed there. Neat. He observed three deadlines observantly.

March 8, 2018: Layout of the Script for the Editor of the Flower Literature Publisher

March 9, 2018: Sun Publisher Editorial Novel Manuscript Cover Design

March 10, 2018: Submit "Angel In The Rain" Book Cover Design at Literary Publishers

"Why... why did I just understand you like this? Why do I just know you're a poetry addict? Not a cover design, not an editor, not a laughing nurse for orphans with your potential to invite them to read and write poetry?" His eyes did not shed tears. But it doesn't look like it's in its mind. He felt like the most selfish man on this earth. Why not, for things like this he did not understand. But Elsa never once complained in front of me: holding it in herself. "What kind of friend am I, Sa?" he grumbled.

***

"Sorry, that's hard," Alvin complained to himself.

Alvin tried to read this sea of ​​words. Aksa has to make sure whether the cover design that she will make fits the story or not. He almost gave up. But not to the heart, if only because of this, Elsa lost her trust again.

"How about it, finished?"

"Soon, sir. I'll also e-mail tonight."

"Damn it. Do you need to major in literature later to understand your world, Sa?" Alvin muttered.

"How's it going? The design period is like that. Can you complain later!"

"Sorry, sir. I'll fix it. Give me more time, sir. I want to make Elsa still get this job,"

"I never asked Elsa to revise up to four times! It stuck, twice!"

"Yes, sir. I beg you. Give me more time to fix it." Alvin excused himself by telephone.

"Okay, but this is the last one. If there are still many like this. I have to give it to someone else."

Alvin opened the script from the cover design. He looked for various references that Elsa used to make.

"Your imagination, Sa. You're cool! For a moment, Alvin was amazed by the cover design that Elsa made. She managed to find the file. She named it 'rain.'"

"Why is it called 'rain'? What are you doing, Sa." Alvin muttered.

Alvin looked at the clock on the wall in her room, it was seven o'clock. He woke up with all the new sights. Design books.

***

"Assalamualaykum, Alvin. Thank God Elsa is awake. She's looking for Alvin. I'm waiting, okay?"

Good news greeted him. Just as he finished designing, his book window was immediately closed. He put it in his bag, and immediately returned the longing to finish.

"Be good, Elsa."