ABHIMANYU WORLD

Chapter XCIV: The Mouth is Venomous

The voice of Ashar awakens from a beautiful dream in broad daylight. I took a moment home to the contract to stretch the muscles after being in the hospital room that smells of drugs. After all, my room is the most comfortable place on earth. Here I hid myself from the hustle and bustle of the world squeezing in from all directions. This spacious room has become a palace, with a butut bed as a throne, and a kumal sarong as its crown.

Later in the afternoon, I will leave to return to the hospital to replace Inneke who is struggling with drowsiness waiting for Andre. It's amazing him. In a young pregnant state is so loyal to a man who in fact has not legally become her husband, but is certainly the father of the fetus they contain. Of course Andre would be very sinful to waste a woman as good as Inneke. So was this accident a worthy punishment for Andre? I don't know. I dare not speculate anything.

Doni and Farhan are planning to leave with me, so they are waiting for them to arrive from Pasuruan. After the Ashar prayer I immediately took a few rooms, because maybe I didn't come home tonight, seeing the conditions in the field. I ignored all sorts of knick-knacks related to the final task, because the focus first took care of Andre. I don't know why Andre's parents haven't arrived. Or maybe not contacted by Mas Arbie?

Doni and Farhan arrived around five in the afternoon. It's too slow in my opinion. Even so, I cannot protest, because they leave on public transport. There are certainly things beyond our control that happen while on the road. They arrived in Surabaya safely, I'm very grateful.

We didn't talk much, and soon decided to go to the hospital. Actually Doni was so curious about the chronology of events that befell Andre. Unfortunately I also could not answer. To ask Inneke also felt disinclined, because the girl was still unstable. Worrying in case many ask will evoke bad memories. After all, she was endlessly shedding tears. I can't dwell on that one.

We arrived at the hospital ahead of Magrib. The atmosphere of the hospital is still crowded with visitors as usual. We rushed to the room where Andre was being treated. It turns out there is Andre's father and mother. I saw Inneke was no longer there. Probably went home to rest, and was replaced by Mas Arbie. Inneke's brother was there too.

What's more fun than all of them, is Andre who looks to be starting to roar. Although his face still looks pale, he can already be invited to communicate. We dare not ask about the chronology of events because Andre's condition has not recovered properly. Maybe later, if he could laugh. We just looked at Andre with concerned looks. Andre's mother was feeding her son with ration food from the hospital.

No long talk, just a light greeting. I covered outside, because the room that was not so big felt crowded. Air circulation is not good. I sat in the waiting chairs in front of the room, because there was no place inside either. In the waiting chair, we mingle with various human beings who come to visit or patient families.

It was a little uncomfortable, because the father next to me was unceasingly blowing smoke full of nicotine into the air. Where's the empath? It's clearly a hospital environment, and of course the appeal to be banned from smoking is everywhere. Maybe this guy is illiterate or doesn't pass SD?

Doni buys drinks and snacks to ward off boredom. While we waited, we chatted casually. The theme that is carried is quite diverse. At first Doni asked about the extent of my final task progress.

“Yes that way, Don. Still long. The teaching staff is rarely at home, so make a promise a week in advance. If it's true, he's quite a perfectionist. Less than one point has been playing. He was old, but his eyes were very observant. I revised dozens of times,” I complained.

“That's nothing with the lecturer in my department. My level brother once told me. There was one teacher who had no mercy at all. Still fortunately only doodled and reprimanded his mistakes. Lecturer in my department, the job is not neat and right directly torn in front of you, while being berated. Imagine the pain of his heart! That task was done overtime until the early hours of the morning. Anyway, if you have faced with that one lecturer, automatically our self-esteem as students falls as low as possible!” said Doni excited.

When we talked about the sadism of the lecturers, Farhan instead told about the kindness of the lecturers in his department. This is very contradictory. With pride, he told the lecturer in his super good department and ....

“If the lecturer in my department is another. The person is friendly, smiling and does not hesitate to help students if there is difficulty. He is young too. So slang and nice to chat with, and no patronizing impression. In fact there are female lecturers who are young and single. Seduced by students he is not rife,” said Farhan.

“So you follow her, so?” accuse me.

“Eh, yes dong. It could ruin my reputation as a tausiyah carpenter. I'm looking down if I meet someone who isn't a muhrim. If too many see that is not muhrim fear zina mata.” Farhan said seriously.

“Your, Han. Say zina eyes but my sister you're embattled too. Forcing her phone number. Zina eyes if the same ugly, but if the clear-eyed mah sustenance. Aye right?” doni Cibir.

My heart wants to laugh, but I hold it in my heart. Farhan only smiled wryly. It is very rude of Doni. Though Farhan meant to give good advice, even answered with a severe insult. Bad habit, Doni's mouth is venomous like a cobra. Had crossed the mind, one day Doni's mouth must be muzzled in order to be able to put themselves when talking.

We were still joking, when Inneke seemed to walk from the direction of the hallway, while carrying a bushel of rice. We were silent for a moment. However, we were very disinclined by Inneke, because he did not know her very well. The girl nodded in reverence, we immediately responded with a similar nod. He went into the room where Andre was being treated.

“Poor him,” Farhan murmured.

“Why pity? It was his own fault, too. Wanted to be invited indehoy with Andre. If a strong girl of faith will not want. If I think both are wrong,” said Doni.

I just fell silent, not wanting to comment for fear of being wrong. My wish is round. Tomorrow, I'm gonna buy black duct tape, and I'm gonna stuff it in Doni's unemphatic mouth. Let me pay off all my debt!

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