ABHIMANYU WORLD

Chapter XCV: The Power of Love

It had been two days that Andre was lying in the treatment room. From day to day, the development of his health is quite significant, although he has not fully recovered. At least communication started to go well. Doctors advise to stay hospitalized so that development is more monitored. We visited a few times to encourage. He was very happy to receive our visit.

“So how the heck Ndre the story is komau can fall from the motor,” my question once in a sunny afternoon. I saw Andre's face that began to be radiant, far from pale words.

Farhan and Doni were there. They were excited to hear Andre's story, while eating the pea skin in front of him. It's heartless. Even the fruits that should be used as parcels for Andre did not escape Doni's target.

“Actually if told a story I do not remember too, because it happened so fast. What is clear is that I was avoiding another vehicle that suddenly turned towards me, so I slammed the steering wheel of the motor to the left, hit the sidewalk and I was thrown somewhere.” Andre started to tell stories.

“Wah, means that the neat vehicle must be responsible, should not run away so aja.” Farhan responded.

“Well, where do I think that's like that. You can open your eyes and be grateful. Really, run out of head hit the sidewalk I really blank, already don't remember anything. Wake up here.”

“Yes, thank God you are still given a chance to breathe air again. I think I was given a second chance at life. But wherever you have to be the spirit of Ndre, you already want to be a father, but not yet a husband hahaha,” said Doni so thoroughly hit the target.

Tega's right this is a kid!

Andre just smiled wryly at Doni's words. His eyes glared blankly, there was something he was thinking. He took a long breath.

“You do not go anywhere first yes,” said Andre Lirih.

“Ngak. We're not going anywhere. Where are you going?” ask Doni.

“At least two days, you guys don't go out of town. You guys should be witnesses.”

“Tests? What witness? The election is long. Our time wants to be a witness,” booze Doni.

For a long time I was anxious to hear this mischievous talk of Doni. Although Andre has not explained, but I have caught what Andre means.

“Not an Election witness! Very subtitled you!” spray Farhan.

“Eiits! That's polite yes same sister-in-law!” reply Doni.

“Oh, yes I forgot,” Farhan blushed in embarrassment, while Doni smiled triumphantly.

“I want you to be witnesses ijab kabul which will be carried out in two days. You should come and not go anywhere. Can ya?” Andre Pinta.

“I'm ready,” I replied.

“Not in mosque. But in this room. At the hospital,” replied Andre.

Of course we were surprised to hear that. Since when was the hospital made a sacred place like ijab kabul? Will this be a trend? Certainly, not without reason. Conditions that are not yet possible to go home are the main reason why the kabul ijab event is held in a hospital room.

“Kok don't wait for you to recover anyway, Ndre?” ask Doni.

“His father Inneke did not want. He wants this kabul ijab procession implemented quickly so as not to develop sloping issues out there. Inevitably the ijab will be carried out in the hospital, and not many will be invited, only the nuclear family. The important thing is first, the recipe is later,” explained Andre.

We're mangosteen. In my heart, too, because seeing Andre so quickly ended his bachelor. Though in the past I had thought that maybe Andre would be alone. Apparently, fate determines something else. Andre's hopes seemed to be dashed, but I didn't think it was a big deal because in return he had a life partner that I thought was so special.

“What do you need help with, Ndre? We are ready,” said Farhan.

“What is clear is that this kabul is no spiritual flush and rice show box, Han. So don't expect too much. Enough mothers who wear your services.”

The sentence of Doni, as always sharp and piercing. Fortunately, our ears were already immune to all the poison that gushed from his mouth. I just sneered, while Farhan looked unmoved. Although sometimes our words are like poison, there is still no grudge between us. Men do not really like to keep something in the heart, in contrast to women who are a little complicated.

“For now we don't need your help yet, friends. You just come here I'm grateful, because I realize some of you are busy people whose time may be limited. I obviously want you guys to come. Do not bring gifts or gifts. Most contents are just cheap bed linen, mending do not need all!” chirps Andre.

I chuckle. I can still joke in difficult times like this. Ah, I remembered the bed linen gift brought by my mother. Which is definitely not a cheap bed sheet, because I have seen several times the ad on television using a beautiful model that wears a transparent nightgown. Until now I still think, what is the relationship bed linen with the nightgown?

Not felt, half a kilo of beans has been exhausted to fill our hulls. While Farhan had started to shudder, could not bear to immediately go back to Pasuruan, because he had missed Dina. Understandably, Mareka is a newlywed, so it still harbors a tremendous yearning turmoil. Ten more years will definitely be different, it will probably fade as time goes on.

This burning longing was evident in my parents' home life. They were married for decades, but longing was not explicitly expressed. It's just that when mom's not around, I'm sure you're looking.

“Where's your mom?”

That's what I often hear when my mom's not home. I don't know if this is an expression of longing or you're confused because nobody makes coffee? My father is a pretty perfectionist. If it wasn't my mother who made coffee, it wouldn't have been nice. Whether it's sweetness, too thin, and so on. I have applied the same measure to my mother. This is called the Power of Love. Making coffee should also wear love.

The ijab plan kabul Andre and Inneke in the hospital made my lonely soul more turbulent. I can't imagine how a room in a hospital would be transformed into a kabul ijab procession. Of course, it will be one of the epic events, because for a lifetime this time knowing that kabul ijab can be done in the hospital.

I walked away, looked back at the hospital garden. A yellow-haired male cat meows, rubbing his body against his feet. Maybe he knew I was feeling sad. I stroked his sparsely hairy back. Maybe our fate is the same. Ngenes, because he has no partner. One by one the people around me began to fall into his virginity.

Me when?

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