Part 2
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Lutfia's mother found herself unable to answer her daughter's question.
She desperately wanted to tell her the truth, but something deep within her resisted. Yet as she looked into Lutfia's curious eyes and saw her determination to understand, she realized she could no longer keep everything hidden.
Gently, she took her daughter's hand—the one connected to the IV drip—and slowly opened the mysterious book lying beside her.
Before she could begin explaining, two nurses entered the room carrying medication and medical equipment.
“Excuse us, ma'am,” one of them said politely. “Could you step aside for a moment while we attend to your daughter?”
Lutfia's mother smiled at her child. “The nurses need to take care of you first, my dear. Once you're feeling better, we'll talk about everything.”
She leaned down, kissed her daughter on the forehead, and walked out of the room.
Lutfia watched her leave before turning her attention to the book.
LUTKAS.
The title fascinated her. Something about it always drew her in.
As the nurses replaced her IV and administered medication, her thoughts drifted back to a conversation she once had with her mother.
* * *
“Mama, I've made a schedule for myself,” young Lutfia had said one afternoon while wearing her school uniform. “I read this book three times every day.”
Her mother looked up in surprise. “Did your teacher assign it to you?”
She picked up the book and examined it carefully.
“Yes,” Lutfia replied cheerfully. “A new teacher came to our school and gave it to me. She said that if I read it, I would become smarter in class.”
Those words immediately alarmed her mother. “But this book contains difficult material. Children in your grade shouldn't be reading things like this.”
“I can understand it, Mama,” Lutfia answered confidently. “I spent a lot of time with her, and she taught me how to read it. Now I can read almost anything. I really like that new teacher.”
The more Lutfia praised the mysterious teacher, the more uneasy her mother became.
She had already noticed signs that her daughter possessed unusual gifts from a very young age. The strange events surrounding her seemed to be increasing, and she feared they could eventually place her daughter in danger.
The next day, she decided to visit the school and meet this so-called new teacher herself.
* * *
The memory faded as Lutfia's mother returned to the present. The nurses had already finished their work and were packing up their equipment.
Moments later, her mother returned to the room.
“I'm sorry you have to go through this, my daughter,” she said sympathetically, noticing the fresh IV drip hanging beside the bed. “But you'll recover soon.”
“It's okay, Mama,” Lutfia replied. “Now tell me the rest of what we were talking about.”
Her mother couldn't help smiling. She was amazed that her daughter hadn't forgotten.
Pulling a chair closer to the bed, she sat down and took a deep breath.
“My daughter, what I'm about to tell you doesn't require many words. I only want you to remember the important parts.” Lutfia listened attentively.
“You remember when you first started school and received this book from the woman you called Madam Alie?”
Lutfia nodded. “Well, after you told me about her, I went to your school and spoke with the principal because I wanted to meet this new teacher.”
She paused. “The truth is... there was no new teacher.”
Lutfia frowned. “What do you mean?”
“The school had not hired anyone new. There were no plans to bring in another teacher either. When I heard your story, I became worried and started wondering whether the person who gave you that book might have bad intentions.”
Lutfia shook her head immediately. “But Mama, I saw Madam Alie every day! She taught in our classroom, and all of us learned from her.”
Her mother's expression grew serious. “Listen carefully, my daughter. What I'm telling you is the truth.”
Lutfia remained silent.
“You are very special,” her mother continued. “Far more special than you realize. At your age, you shouldn't already possess the knowledge you do. You were born with extraordinary natural intelligence.”
She pointed toward the book. “That's why you could understand it without being taught.”
Lutfia stared at her in disbelief.
“And this Madam Alie you keep talking about...” her mother said quietly, “...she was not an ordinary person. As far as the school was concerned, she never existed.”
Lutfia's eyes widened. “No one else knew her?”
“No.”
“Not even my classmates?”
Her mother slowly shook her head. “If you return to school and ask them, you'll discover that none of them remember her. Even though you clearly saw her teaching inside your classroom, you were the only one who could see her.”
Lutfia felt a chill run through her body. “Then who was she?” she whispered. “Was she a teacher or not?”
“I don't know,” her mother admitted. “I don't know whether she was good or bad. But I do know one thing.”
She gently placed her hand on the book. “She is the one who gave you this.”
The room fell silent.
“This book must have great importance,” her mother continued. “Every time you become seriously ill, I bring it close to you, and somehow your condition improves. No matter how severe the sickness is, being near this book always seems to help you.”
Lutfia looked down at the cover.
LUTKAS.
“You must understand something,” her mother said softly. “You possess gifts beyond those of ordinary children. Accept that fact, and try not to dwell on Madam Alie anymore.”
After a moment, Lutfia nodded. “I understand, Mama. I'll try to forget about her.”
Her mother smiled and embraced her tightly. Lutfia was all she had left.
* * *
A week later, Lutfia's condition had improved dramatically. The doctor finally discharged her from the hospital and allowed her to return home.
Before leaving, the medical staff advised her mother to monitor her closely and seek immediate help if any unusual symptoms appeared again.
Relieved and grateful, her mother helped Lutfia into the car and began the journey home. For the first time in days, she felt hopeful.
* * *
As they drove through the city, Lutfia gazed out the window. She watched crowds of people moving along sidewalks and admired the towering skyscrapers stretching into the sky.
Then suddenly—her heart skipped a beat. Standing beside the street was a familiar woman.
Madam Alie.
The same mysterious woman who had given her the LUTKAS book years earlier.
Lutfia stared in shock. Madam Alie smiled and waved directly at her.
The car continued moving, but the woman remained standing there calmly as if she had been waiting.
A thousand questions flooded Lutfia's mind. Her mother had insisted that Madam Alie had never existed. So how could she be seeing her again?
At first, she remained silent. She knew her mother wouldn't believe her.
But then Madam Alie appeared again farther ahead, standing beside another building and waving once more.
This time Lutfia couldn't keep quiet. “Mama!” she exclaimed. “That teacher is there again! She's waving at me!”
Her mother's hands tightened around the steering wheel. “Where?” she asked immediately.
Lutfia pointed toward the sidewalk. “There! Near that public telephone booth!”
Without hesitation, her mother pulled the car over and stepped outside.
She searched every direction carefully. Nothing. No woman. No sign of Madam Alie. Only ordinary pedestrians going about their day.
Her mother returned to the car. “Where exactly did you see her?”
“She was standing right there beside the booth,” Lutfia insisted. “But now she's gone.”
Both of them looked around again. There was still nothing.
Lutfia felt confused. She knew what she had seen. Yet the mysterious woman had vanished without a trace.
Her mother leaned closer and gently held her shoulder. “Listen to me, my daughter,” she said calmly. “Whatever is happening, do not be afraid.”
Lutfia listened carefully. “These may simply be trials that you must face. One day, I believe they will come to an end. Until then, don't let them frighten you.”
Lutfia nodded slowly. “I'll try, Mama.”
Satisfied, her mother started the engine again. The car pulled back onto the road and continued toward home.
But neither of them noticed the lone figure standing in the distance, watching their vehicle disappear into the traffic.
Madam Alie smiled mysteriously. And in her hand, she held a book identical to LUTKAS.
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