Sayonara

Being young, busy, and fulfilled made us feel powerful and immortal. We made dreams and live our life trying to achieve it. In the way we made friends, we had fun. We know we have responsibilities but we don't let that block us. WE MOVE FORWARD.

I'm assuming everyone have a best friend.

Sometimes that's the one you work with, or the one goes to the same school with you. Or maybe someone you know from your former office, or someone you met on the way you travel. We met someone we liked and in the same frequencies we had, we immediately connected.

I met Rezy Nourifath Basry in my first days on O Channel.

He was sitting in front of me in the smoking room. We chat a little then I know we were in the same division. We're editors. We chat in daily basis, we learn from each other, then we get to know each other, then we go home together. Then we eat together, then we become inseparable except when we work because we had different editing suites. Of course we had another friends along the way but they're not the focus here.

We shared our stories through the night on the 7th floor of the building. Our dreams, our thoughts, our jokes. We began to ask each other's opinion and taken those into thoughts. 

Life happens, he got cut from the office with about 40 or so other employees. He find another office and I stayed. We chat occasionally over the phone or text. Just like an old friend.

Then destiny put us into the same office again. I saw him every weekdays, and just like the old days, we become a close friend again.

Life continues to happen. He got married. Oh on his ugly days I happen to see him cried begging me to accompany him, just so he wasn't alone. We're,... best friend. 

I'm gonna bitching him reminded him not to do what he wasn't suppose to do, he, being he was, not taking any damn care of my life unless I ask his opinion.

We were there on the office's basement chatting. He told me he was boring. I told him if I get bored, I'll travel. Do what makes you happy, and I asked him what made him happy.

He said nothing.

Nothing in this world would make him happy. 

'Aneh lu,' I said. And after a couple of words he said 'Mungkin gue bisa bahagia kalo gue udah punya anak kali ya com. Gak sabar gue, ih!'

Then he had a baby. 

Everything was on the track. 

Then he was complaining about his back. Then his flu. Then he complained about his headache. Nothing big really happened. One Friday me and him going to Health Ministry for an offline preview. 

On the weekend he said he got opnamed for thypus. "Tolong bilang Jay." He said.

His hospital is quite far so I didn't go see him. He'll get well, I thought.

The next Friday my friend got really noisy, saying Rezy was being opname in the hospital for Meningitis.

And he can't remember anything.

Cannot. Remember. A. Damn. Thing.

I was in shock I cried. The next day I go see him. He was better cause he remembers me, but surely, not that better.

We were hoping he'll get better. And he gotten better.

One day, the news is Rezy's on ICU. Comma. For a TBC. In the morning he was in dangerous states the doctor told his family to gather and saying goodbyes cause he ahad low blood pressure.

But it kept raising. So when I was see him, I whisper "Sembuh lo, gue nggak mau dateng kalo lo lewat" I was really, really sure he'll get better. I was hoping so.

But fate disagree.

Yesterday, he was gone to Allah. I was shock, I don't believe it. This is someone you met EVERYDAY. You work with EVERYDAY.

We even have the chats "what if we grow old,..."

And now he's gone.

I love him, he's a good friend, and a good person. I hope he's in a better place and, I really hope he is happy. Cause nothing in this world truly makes him happy. 

So long, com.