CHASING THE PEARL OF HEAVEN
#54
Bismillah hirrahmaanirraahim
Allahumma Shalli 'alaa Sayyidina Muhammad
Wa'al9aa Aalihi Sayyidina Muhammad
His body was thrown through the windshield of the car, scratching the face of Gilang covered with blood all over his body. The engine of the car was accompanied by a great explosion that shook the ground. Debris scattered and Gilang Panji Wiratama rolled down the steep ground. Striking anything in his path until finally lying on a plain full of bushes.
Maybe it's lifeless again...
Until late afternoon, the dry bushes were rustling because they were stepped on by a pair of human legs. The sturdy step moved forward without hesitation, deftly approaching the figure lying down with a fishy smell piercing the air. At first glance like a corpse, then the figure sat next to the victim, his breath hunting and breaking - breaking up because of running. The first thing to do is to check the boy's pulse, his neck and the last to stick his index finger and middle finger in front of his nose.
Gilang Panji Wiratama is still alive, no matter which miracle of God. Then it flexibly transported Gilang's blood-filled body and ran through the trees surrounding the area. Carrying Gilang's body with heart - heart so that no one knows.
What makes him wonder - asked as he headed for the place of young Dr. Sulaiman, who exactly is this boy?
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Modern medicine house is busy with emergency surgery activities Gilang. In between the riots, the emergency exit of the operating room opens, featuring Dr. Sulaiman was still wearing his surgical robe. After waiting for 6 hours, the man was finally able to stand up straight to welcome the arrival of the Doctor.
"How is the condition Doctor?"
"I don't know what miracle saved the boy from seeing your words!"
Dr. Sulaiman took off the mask, though,
it looks like I want to cry.
"The boy survived, he spent a lot of our hospital's blood stock"
Guru Dr's. Suleiman.
"But the condition is not stable, we wait two days to find out the development"
Speech Dr. Sulaiman replied to the tall man with a smile full of immeasur.
"He owes you his life, Major!"
Sahrir Tanjung smiled back.
"Yes, maybe I'll collect it someday. But it seems like my job is to get here only. He is not my responsibility anymore, according to the previous agreement you are willing to accommodate and and care for him until he recovers. Without leaking his identity to anyone"
Dr. Sulaiman shook Sahrir Tanjung's hand.
"I will do it with pleasure"
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"Who are you?"
His voice was hoarse - brick.
His body increasingly stretched to the end of the bed, staring fearfully at the five people who surrounded him. After sleeping for a week, only that day he dared to open his voice.
Slowly Dr. Sulaiman walked over after getting a pretty good response from the boy. The doctor sat beside the child's bed.
"Hello boy ..I'm Dr. Sulaiman helped you take care of you while you were here"
The boy looked confused, his head being slashed suddenly - arriving in the grip by his own hands. A pain came out of his lips. Dr. Sulaiman who had predicted it would happen, standby beside Gilang.
"Quietly. Breathe well. Your head is okay, your pain is just an illusion. Don't take the pain. Eliminate that fear in your mind, you'll be fine"
After listening to a word from Dr. Sulaiman finally the boy was willing to release the checks on his head. His breathing began to settle, although a confused look still hung on his face.
"I___?"
Dr. Sulaiman nodded - a nod of sympathy.
"Yes, you will be well - Khairul Azam"
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"The injury to his head is pretty bad. The child suffers damage Neuroanatomical structures that cause inhibition of memory, the process of storing memories and the process of remembering memories"
Dr. Sulaiman read out the boy's medical records.
"I didn't expect the young boy to experience this terrible thing, it would really be difficult for him. I'm afraid the injury will be permanent!"
A moment of silence after Dr. Suleiman. No one spoke up but Kiyai Mahfudz.
"Innalillahi, so the boy had amnesia?"
Dr. Sulaiman pointed out some examples of cases that the boy had experienced.
"The child will feel pain all the time, especially if his brain is forced to remember his lost memories. Even if the handling is not appropriate can cause mental disorders. Well, he lost his identity. Which person does not panic in this situation?"
"What about his memory before the accident, is there any chance that he will recall it someday?"
The young doctor removed his glasses.
"That's what I'm thinking about now, too. His memory before the accident was made sure it was erased. But maybe he will remember some familiar objects in his past. Well, we'll see. Wallahu'alam..."
Kiyai Lathif cast her vote shortly afterwards.
"I want to make him my son. If you allow Sulaiman, I want to take him to Ashabul Kahfi. I want to treat it with traditional methods, on the other hand you will be the doctor who handles it"
Kiyai Mahfudz looked at his brother.
"Are you serious?"
"I'm serious, and my faith always comes with it"
"I agree, a good environment will help him recover quickly"
Dr. Sulaiman smiled with relief.
Siti Halimah will definitely be happy to have a child in her care. More - more boys who are always in his dream.
Because the room is directly connected to his work space. Dr Sejab. Sulaiman found the boy who was sitting on his bed while eating fruit that had been cut into small pieces.
"Hallo, how are you today?"
The boy glanced over while eating the watermelon.
"Hmm, fine"
It's great that the boy has been able to respond, an incredible development in the last two months.
"Are you busy or not?"
"No"
Answer's flat.
Dr. Sulaiman shrugged his shoulders.
"Do you want me to talk seriously?"
The child is easily attracted but also easily saves everything at the same time.
"What?"
"If you faint, how about it?"
"Not going"
Dr. Sulaiman.
"Well, haven't you been wanting to go home all this time?"
The boy muttered suspiciously, Dr. Sulaiman smiled gently.
"OK.request granted. Now say the same om Ari you want to go home now to Wonogiri with your Abimu"
"Abi?"
The child stops chewing and puts a fork on the bed.
"That's fine, men who wear white coffee the other day. Come on, who's visiting you and bringing you a whole box of durian dodols?"
"Who has that mustache and that beard? Why is she my brother?"
Dr. Sulaiman raised an eyebrow.
"Yes.because he's your father. Ah, nevermind. That's why play kites not in just any place. If your head is like this, who would bother?"
And for the first time the child smiled, thin and cheerful without any burden.
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