Not in a room! Not so soon! Not when I’m the closest he had! Not when I’m deeply connected to him! I prayed. I cried, and almost got depressed.

Why would it be him? The worst is him almost dying in a foreign country.

Suvarnabhumi airport. 999, Nong prue, Bhang Phil District, Samut Prakan 10540, Thailand.

Omuse stood in amusement, disbelief, anger, joy, downcasted, sickened-all mixed and diverged to bring up a feeling of no name. A different atmosphere. Different faces and a different oxygen. Trying to have extended inhalation. Perhaps that would have increased the life period and chased death away. It was here. Yes, here. It was visible. He could feel it. It was loud. Rare.

‘... Real men don't cry...' lies! Tears are just emotions triggered.

Sickening had been a lifestyle for Omuse. It became normal. Being okay for him was termed abnormal. Ironic, right? Back home her sister, Amir, was holding faith. A miracle -nearly impossible- was underway. The host family was here. Strange family. Very lovely. And yes, very rich. Stinking rich. Out of prayers, maybe Amir’s prayers, or not, a heart transplant became the solution. CABG surgery, the medics christened it that way. As a real man, Omuse was supposed to neutralise the situation however enormous it was. These were his final breaths to take before the CABG surgery.

'Before I die.’

He wanted her to know the truth. The truth. His truth. From the heart. His complicated heart lied a cold untold truth. Love. His final confession before he dies.

Newsflash: Omuse loved Amir. Amir was Omuse’s pretence sister. They were just tribemates. But can’t tribemates fall in love? They are allowed! It is very legal!

Before the CABG surgery, he wrote. With a red ink. Scary, right?

By the time….

I shall have departed

Never to smile together again.

Never to crack jokes again.

Never to talk on phone calls again.

I tried fighting this but failed…

Take good care of yourself and my spirit too.

Happy I die Omuse.

A césarienne was scheduled. Death news was here. Pulse rate disappeared. It Snoozed. A hush. Silence… That was huge.

A call was initiated. A call to God. The purpose wasn't yet complete. Like Lazarus. . His heart reactivated. This was a second chance. A chance for long phone calls. A chance to crack jokes with Amir. To confess his love physically to her. His heart, touched with scalpels, clamps, and suture materials, was now heavy for her sister, Amir. Was it rightful to ask her out? He questioned during his healing days.

Daily google meets with Amir made his love grow. Take care of me became the daily sign off. He loved. He missed and thought of the confession. ‘When I get back home, I’ll tell her’ He convinced himself. Days unfolded. Omuse was off Asia. He dreamt of happy endings. Together with Amir. Sharing a life. No single day passed without Omuse thinking of Amir. Deep down, he felt something. His interpretation, “I’m in love with Amir. We can be a thing…” Happy he was. In his mind.

Reality came. Amir rejected him. It felt like death. It felt like the CABG surgery. He couldn’t take the shortest time to let her off. He asked for a second chance. But fate would tell, and truly, they weren’t meant to be. Not another heart transplant! Not in his home country! Not on this day! Not in a room! Unfortunately it was. More than that!

The truth stands though. Omuse loves Amir.

Oh Amir!

Comments (5)

• Celli ml

  August 17, 2025

  Never to talk on phone calls again 🥲. And what🤷‍♀️about the daily sign off, "Take care of me" is it still there?

• Joseph

  August 17, 2025

  Wooow

• Emma

  August 16, 2025

  Oh Amir!

• Andy

  August 16, 2025

  The brain and the heart speaking two different languages. Would it be by choice? The heart would wonder!

• Ren

  August 16, 2025

  Now brain understands what the heart wants. The heart fails to comprehend the brain has to avoid this. Conflict. It feels right but doesn't make total sense.