Aeleya's Story
FORTY-ONE
When he arrived at the village chief's house, Aleeya ventured to ask about Pustu earlier to brother Zubaidah.
"Yes, Aleeya. Here there is indeed Pustu, and who lives there a male nurse named Pak Khairul. But..." Brother Zubaidah hung a sentence for a moment and looked around them who happened to be no one near them.
"But why brother?" Finally AleeYa asked curiously.
"The people in this village complain a lot with him because he likes to tolerate patients, arrogant as well." Kak Zubaidah.
"Everything, the people in the village are very happy to hear the news that there is a new midwife coming in here, yes." Continue with Zubaidah again.
"Yes, I hope you do not disappoint the people in this village who have more hope for you, Aleeya. What is clear is not to imitate the attitude and behavior of bang Khairul who likes to choose - choose patients," said brother Zubaidah who gave a warning to Aleeya.
"InshaAllah, brother. Aeleya will try not to disappoint the people in this village. But, Aeleya please guidance Zubaidah brother nantiknya yes. Because Zubaidah's brother is native to here, maybe to start - Aleeya felt a bit awkward or a bit long socializing with the community here. Aeleya please be guided and accompanied by aja kak until Aleeya can really adjust her beauty." Aeleya said with a humble remain.
"OK, Aleeya. I'll tell you if there's a problem or if there's something needed, as much as you can help."
"Thank you very much sister" said Aleeta, smiling sweetly. Brother Zubaidah returned Aleeya's smile. And after that, then they both re-enter the village head house..
The clock has shown at 2 pm, finally they say goodbye to return to their homes.
The afternoon weather was suddenly mending, like going down huja. So they decided to immediately pull out.
On the way, two bikes in front of Aeleya berlaLu with a speed high enough to make Aeleya lag far behind. Aleyayapun feeling became not careless, plus the road they passed when it was quiet and far from the residents' residence.
RiNtik - raindrops suddenly wet the earth, and over time become heavy. Aeleya did not budge, but her heart still felt anxious. Apalgi when he saw 2 motors in front of him was gone from his view.
The rain was getting heavier, Aleeya's clothes were already soaking wet. Want to see if he doesn't know where to go? because around him there are only trees and gardens there are also 0some small huts where people shelter when they see the garden.
Aeleya kept running the bike, until finally fate befell him. Aleeya got to that not-so-good road. The dirt road became muddy due to the rain.
Aleeya gulped at the sight before her which was so alarming. Aleeya swallowed her bitter-tasting saliva. Fear, worry and all sorts of things disturbed his heart. No one can help him.
"Yes, God.. Help Your Servant, may someone help me to get out of this broken path." Lirih Aleeya prayed softly.
Thank goodness Arshila's prayer was directly affirmed by God. A moment later, there was a motor from the back. And stop in front of that bad road. They're piggybacking. One of them came down and walked over to Aleeya.
"Hi, how did you stop?" Asked the man with a slight shout as the rushing rain made a voice not heard clearly.
Aleeya turned to the man who was still behelm iti so that Aleeya could not see the Face behind the Helm.
"You were the girl at the time, right??" Ask again, opening his helmet. And when it had opened, an unfamiliar face was instantly caught by Aleeya's eyes. It turned out that the man in front of him was Dafri. For the umpteenth time, Dafri came as his savior. Aleya was very grateful.
"Yes, I'm Aleeya.." Aleeya answered softly.
"Where are you from? How did you get here?" Dafri asked still shouting so that his voice could be heard by Aeleya.
"Yes, just look at the story. You don't dare to go this way, do you? Let me help you get your bike. I'll talk to my friend first." He said again and looked at his wealth. He seemed to talk to his friend for a while until he finally returned to Aleeya.
"Let me screw you." He said that he immediately took over the Aeleya bike. Aeleya, meanwhile, was still glued to where she stood. Not knowing what to do, did he have to ride on the bike with the man who opened his muhrim? Or did he have to reject it and stay there for some time? Aleeya was completely confused and dilemma what decision she should take.
It turned out that Dafri understood Aeleya's concern, and then she spoke out.
"Aleeya, you won't sin if you're with me right now. Because it is an emergency at the moment. Instead of you falling into a romantic accident if you go home alone, mending you go home with you. God willing, I will take you home safely. You don't have to worry. Allah is All-Knowing. You have to do this, it is circumstances that make you make this decision. So, let's go up before it gets dark." Bring Dafri again.
Somehow hearing the words from the man made Aeleya's heart cool. His words had a point as well, this was an emergency. Not because of his desire. Aeleya must be sure that Allah is All-Knowing of All. And Allah also knows what he feels in his heart, deep in his deepest heart, Aleeya always wants to keep to his istiqomahan. However, this time he must save it first for his safety until home. By reading the basmallah, Aeleya finally got on the bike. Bonded with the man who had helped Aleeya for the third time. Men whom he did not recognize before but God found them several times in conditions unfavorable to Aeleya and in one of his rescuers.
Aeleya felt very grateful and deeply indebted to the man.
"I advise you to hold it, yes. Hold the edge of my shirt I'm fine, because otherwise I'm worried that you're out of balance and fall." Obviously Dafri before running his bike slowly to the slippery road.
"Yes," Aleeya said briefly.
Moments later, the motorbike driven by Dari drove slowly down the ruined road and was followed by Dafri's friend from behind.
Aeleya did not stop saying Istighfar and dhikr in her heart, feeling very afraid to see the scenery left and right. But he convinced himself that Dafri would be careful. Don't let them fall on that slippery road.
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