Her name is Umi

To begin with, I was very sick. The abdominal contraction and pain were gradually increasing, and I decided to withdraw from Monash for one day.

At the gate, I saw a taxi, but decided to walk, and It was a very wrong decision to make.

The 10 min leisure walk back home turned into a torture. I walked slowly and a bit out of balance all the way. The pain was too intense that I stopped at the bus stop, pavement, 2-3 times. I could feel my face was getting pale, sweating all over while my hands are getting colder. This is bad, and I felt a slight feeling of vomiting.

On the way back, I met 3 university students, maybe noticing I walked slowly, and passed by.

Then when I started to reach my limit, I stopped in the middle of the pavement near the junction. I didn't give a damn care anymore. I just needed to stop for a while. When I decided to move on, I noticed a guy, quite worrying about my pitiful condition, he stopped for a while and started to walk again, when he saw my determination to continue walking.

This time was very testing my endurance, the pain became more and more intense, my hands are getting colder and colder. I reached the apartment guard house. They asked me to show the resident card, but I just couldn't waste anymore energy to do that. Catching the signal, they let me in with questions of concerns, I just nodded, and walked away.

It still needed approximately 5 minutes to get to my room, and this time I really felt like vomiting, but I kept on reminding myself breathe devi, breathe.. you can't just faint here.. u're almost there..

I sat down at the lobby, this time, helpless.. and a janitor approached me. She asked me in malay, "little sister, are you okay?" I couldn't reply, the pain was so intense that I couldn't speak anymore. I just pointed my abdomen, and panting desperately. She escorted me to my unit, supporting my body, and grabbing my books.

I was truly grateful to have her. I reached my limit during that time. I just lay down on the sofa, feeling the tingling sensation all over my hands, feet, mouth. This was like last time, few years back. I've been in this stage before, even worse, I couldn't even move my hands. She massaged my hands, took some water, applied warm eucalyptus oil over my body. She said so I can feel warm.

She reminded me not to walk alone next time when I was sick, and hurried me to go to nearby clinic. I told her with lots of pauses between syllables that it was unexpected. I said sorry for disturbing her work. And I thanked her. She kept me accompanied for 30 mins I think. When she about to leave, I hugged her, and said thank you for one more time.

A glimpse of her appearance through my blurry teary sight, she wore black hijab, a typical muslim. A woman in her early thirties I supposed, with the typical asian woman's height. I could tell she's such a warm person. Being a maid, and a janitor, she still could tell me, "don't worry about money, just go to the clinic, money still can be gained, health is more important." She didn't even know me, but she offered help to the helpless. I was deeply touched and thanked her from the bottom of my heart.

At last, a woman who has a BEAUTIFUL HEART, to whom without her, I might have fainted in the lobby without notice, was Mrs. Umi. I wished her a good life and may God always keep an eye on her, protecting her always...