FITRAH LOVE
The New Beginning
As Azkia was about to go to class, she overheard a conversation between Harris and someone behind the phone.
"Yes, wa'alaikumsalam. Who the hell? " tease lecturer Harris.
"......."
"My future wife? haha.. well his future wife harris, harris went home later" continued the lecturer Harris responded.
Degs...
The heart of the hijab-clad beautiful girl who eavesdropped on the injured talk, her heart breaking into pieces.
Is this what we call destiny? why this cruel fate?! and what is this feeling? is this what you call a broken heart? I've never even fallen in love before!! thought.
With tears the girl ran to the toilet again.
He cried so much, felt a tightness in his chest, pain!! what pain!! but as much as this heartache is still mending than a toothache. Because if heartache can still eat, but if toothache can not eat. let alone eat!! a man who says it feels like he wants a nabok!! thought the girl who was continuously beating her chest with flowing tears.
After being satisfied to spill his sadness on the toilet, he washed his face so that it was not noticeable if he had just cried.
"Wis muleh you ki? go to the campus toilet, old!! " ask Asna from Salatiga who did not take her eyes off her favorite novel. Same with Aira.
"Hum, yes." said Azkia smiling faintly.
His two best friends are surprised by Azkia who is not as usual. They turned to look at Azkia, how surprised they were when they saw Azkia whose eyes were as swollen as crying.
"Why are you ki? the feeling was time before going to the toilet papa ndak. Is it okay to? how come his eyes go back and forth? " ask Asna who is still with her jaw-dropping accent.
Usually Azkia immediately laughed when she heard Asna talking with her jaw. This time no, Azkia just smiled thinly while shaking her head slowly.
His best friend this one if the lessons take place so fluent with Indonesian, even English. But when the three of you like this why appears the Javanese accent speech style that is very obvious medok jaw accent?
"You can lie to others, but not to us! " typal Aira.
Azkia smiled bitterly then without her tears flowing, her eyes straight ahead.
"A cry e? " said Asna.
"Why ki? " timpal Aira again.
Azkia told the story to her two friends. His two best friends nodded in understanding after knowing the outline.
"I told you, don't expect too much from humans!!! finally what I fear is happening to you too? " said Asna.
"Wood too right before it develops?! " so Asna exhaled rough breathing, she really did not want her best friend why.
"Udah already. don't think about it first you ki. We are still students, we just focus on our college, don't think about it. You are not yet time to breed" said Aira.
Asna just wanted to chimed in the word aira, but the lecturer has come.
"Morning children" said lecturer Harris with a smile.
Azkia immediately wiped away her tears.
"Morning is also a lecturer" replied the students.
"Tumben lecturer harris entered the sumringah class using very much" said one student.
"Must dong!! okay we start learning" said lecturer Harris still with a smile.
"Hiris ding!!! yes it is sumringah, people run out on the phone with the same wife-to-be" Azkia sneered in her heart.
Lecturer Harris frowned wonder at Azkia, because usually if he entered the class always greeted with his spare change, but why today Azkia just silent? is it sick? thought wondering.
The learning goes on as usual, there is only a difference if the usual days there are jokes that are thrown from the mouth of Azkia, but this time not. His friends also felt astonished by Azkia's behavior that was only silent, occasionally smiling, talking as necessary as if asked.
******
In the lab, Dion was concocting a potion that he would give to his patients.
"Again what? " key asked surprised Dion who was struggling with the ingredients.
"Astagfirullah bang.
"It's a good thing the ingredients didn't spill" Dion said.
Key grinned at his non-itchy nape.
"Yes sorry, what are you doing? " ask Key again.
"It's for mama, uh but if you want me to give you too" Dion said, making Key squint his eyes.
Dion chuckles.
"I'm not sure I'm going to make it, but I'm going to try" Dion said tenaciously.
"Have you tried before? " ask Key curiously.
"Ever now in America there was a patient who was declared dead by the doctors who handled it. I was wondering, I checked the patient. And really, his heart stopped beating. But in my heart I was determined to try the potion on the patient and thank God it worked, the patient survived" Dion said.
"I'm sure you definitely managed yon this time too!! " said Key.
"Hopefully bang" said Dion.
"Thank you Yon, I want to help you heal my mom" Key said.
"Don't say thank you first bang, because I didn't necessarily make it this time" Dion said.
"But you want to try to heal mama" said Key.
"It's my job, the most important thing is we both pray aja bang" said Dion patting Key on the shoulder, Key nodded with a smile.
"I'm going to try it on my mom" said Dion carrying a potion he was ready to mix.
"Come bang!! " continue Dion with Key.
Key nodded following Dion out of the lab room.
Don't forget Dion called Uncle Erland to help him.
The three of them went into Key's mom's nursery. Actually it was a room that was turned into a special place to care for his mama Key, there complete like a very luxurious VVIP hospital.
Dion and Uncle Erland looked at each other, then Uncle Erland nodded his head.
"Bismillah is a boy!! " said uncle Erland.
Dion nodded his head and injected the potion into the infusion tube of his mother Key.
Dion and Uncle Erland continued to see the development of the heart rate on the monitor, but for up to ten minutes there were no signs of development either.
Dion stared at Uncle Erland. Key who seemed to know Dion's intentions implied a sense of disappointment there, he chose to sit on the sofa not far from there. He was afraid that this time his mother could not be saved.
His heart rate is still weak!! why not give any reaction?? nope-no!! I can't give up, Dion thought.
Dion thinks and talks to his uncle, about other ways if this time doesn't work.
A few minutes later, Dion went to his lab. Up there he was surprised by a health report machine connected to a research monitor that was in the nursery of his mother Key. There is a progression of his heart rate to 25-40 per minute, as it is usually only 5-10 per minute. Although still low, but at least give signs of possible recovery.
Dion ran into the ward.
"Uncle, successfully!! " cried Dion so happy.
"Yes, you managed boy look!! " uncle Erland said pointing towards the monitor. There he was showing the symbol of a flickering heart to Key.
Key, overwhelmed by tears, in disbelief touched the monitor.
Key turned to sit next to his mama lying down, he kissed her mama's hand. He prayed, wishing more that his mother could be healed.
"Thank you, doctor uncle!! thanks to your efforts, the possibility of a mother to live is still there" Key said thankfully.
"Hey, this is also thanks to your prayers son" said Uncle Erland, who is a member of Dion.
Dion's ability to become a heart specialist is indeed no doubt, because if in his heart he believes he can still, then he will try his best.
