Hanifa For Devan

Test Time Occurrence

The atmosphere of the morning was tense. Even almost all students did not wiggle from the seat and the book attached to his hand. Although it is said to be the last day, but still the battle with the final exam feels just beginning.

Even though the National Examination had been carried out two days ago, it still did not eliminate the tension that struck in Hanifa's heart. Imperfect values continue to haunt his mind. How not? To be able to enter a medical university the required value must be above average.

Since leaving school until this second, his hands did not stop scribbling paper in front of his desk. Trying to remember the formula he had learned, and trying to answer the questions that were already available in his school book.

“Hwaaa ... Wanted to pass out today" Ayyan said frustratedly.

Hanifa, who had been focusing earlier, was now looking at her best friend who was hitting her face slowly with a book. “Ayyan, it's a book to read, not to be a toy of your hand," he rebuked.

Ayyan who covered her face with a book, slowly looked to the source of the voice. “Why in the world are there Math lessons?"

Hanifa shook her head. “Ngawur. Already, ah. Mending is now focused on learning. Five minutes to go in."

Ayyan's face was getting more and more lifeless. "Hufts. Okay, now that our friendship got here first yeah, my book. My stomach needs to be filled first." He spoke in his own book.

"Fa, go to the cafeteria first, yes," he said and left.

Hanifa who saw the behavior of her best friend then shook her head. Because she was just sitting alone in front of the class, Hanifa chose to enter. But when his feet were at the door, someone's voice called out to him. After Hanifa turned around, the person smiled.

“Enjoyous, yes. Thats last day," said Devan who happened to pass in front of Hanifa's class.

Hanifa nodded. "Enhance too" he replied.

Devan who saw Hanifa had already entered the classroom, immediately stepped foot into his room. But as soon as it reached the front of the door, his head suddenly pulsed. Devan lowered his head, trying to hide his pain.

"Van, you're fine, right?" asked Arjun who was also about to enter stopping when he saw Devan holding his head.

Devan took a breath to relieve the pain. "Gue okay, Jun," he answered ahead of his friend.

The bell went off 30 minutes ago. All the students who were taking their final exams looked very focused, barely blinking as they stared at the shared problem sheet. For some students, this exam is like a bowel movement. It was very difficult at first but it was finally a relief.

Some even equate it with being roaming in the wilderness. I don't know what things will be found later. Whether or not it can come out depends on our own preparation.

For those who have learned, the math problem which amounts to 40 points is an easy thing. But for those who have studied, 100 points about the Indonesian language is better than 40 points about Mathematics. That's what Ayyan feels now.

Since entering the examination hall, his mouth had not stopped moving. Read whatever prayers he memorized. Wish his brain could be compromised for one day. Hanifa who glanced for a moment chuckled, looking at her best friend who had rubbed her hands slightly soaked with sweat.

In a different place, Devan who had just worked on 25 questions suddenly stopped. The mouse he was holding slipped away. Devan felt his hand no longer felt. His whole fingers felt stiff and dead.

For a few minutes his hands could not be moved. His left hand was busy holding his right hand.

“Gue please, not now," he groaned as he looked at his right hand.

“Please, not for today," he murmured again.

The supervisor who saw Devan who looked in pain approached him.

“What's up, son? You all right?" ask the high-bodied supervisor.

“I'm fine, sir," he replied in denial. The supervisor looks to nod and passes.

After the supervisor's departure, Devan tried his hardest to get his hands back to normal. But his efforts didn't work. His right hand could not be moved. The exam is 30 minutes away.

Oh my God, help me this time. Let me finish this test. Devan's pinta in his heart.

“God does not burden a person unless it is in accordance with his ability. He got (merit) from (virtue) he did and he got (torture) from the crime he did. (They prayed): O our Lord, do not punish us if we forget or we make mistakes.

Our Lord, do not burden us with a heavy burden as You have burdened those before us. Our Lord, do not give us what we cannot bear. Forgive us, forgive us, and keep us. You are our protector, so help us to confront the disbelievers."

Slowly but surely, Devan's hands have begun to move. After returning to normal, Devan unceasingly thanked him and immediately finished his exam. As a result, Devan with the pain he suffered managed to complete the final exam today.

However, his luck did not last long. Five minutes before the test was completed, the pain returned to his head. Instantly his body collapsed onto the floor as he was about to walk out. All the supervisors who served in the room swiftly brought out Devan who was already unconscious.

“We take it to the hospital. Does anyone know his family?" ask one of the supervisors.

Arjun who already knew Devan nodded. “I know Sir. I'm his friend.”

“Good, then you follow Mr. Arjun. We're leaving now!" the order of Wawan sir while closing the school ambulance door.

Ten minutes drive, finally the ambulance that took Devan to the hospital. Quickly, the nurses immediately took Devan to the ER room.

Luckily, Dr. Arif was on duty that day. After learning that his patient was rushed, Arif's doctor quickly steps into the ER room and moves Devan to the treatment room.

“Alright Doctor, then we say goodbye. We tipped Devan," said Pak Wawan as his homeroom teacher.

“Sure, Sir. Thank you for bringing Devan here. If it's a little late, then the condition will get worse."

“We understand, Doc. Thanks again. We've contacted the family. God willing they will be here soon. Then, excuse me, Doc. Assalamualaikum."

“Sama-sama, Sir. ." atalaikumussalam."

After returning to the room where Devan was treated, now Arif's doctor looked at the man who was lying unconscious. Doctor Arif kneaded his temple, then breathed heavily.

“Why are you doing this to Om, Devan? Why are you lying?" his murmur held back his tears from coming out.

Seeing his current state, Arif takes the doctor on a conversation with Devan a few days before meeting with Hanifa.

A week ago ...

“Dok, if Devan gets married young, according to Doctor how?"

The middle-aged man smiled.

“Yes, if according to Om there is no problem as long as you are ready to be born."

“But Devan, right, still 18 years old, Doc."

“Nak, getting married is not just a matter of age. The Prophet married Siti Aisyah at the age of nine. Marriage doesn't always blame age, son, but it's up to us how to bring the household ark to God's Ridho." Doctor Arif paused his sentence.

If you already have a qualified religious provision, and are ready to assume great responsibilities as a husband and head of the family, according to Om it is okay. It's even better than having a date that always opens Zina's door."

Hearing Dr. Arif's explanation, Devan smiled.

“Tumben you asked kayak so Van? Any young marriage plans?" search doctor Arif with a smile.

“God willing, Doc. Although I myself do not know how many days I can survive, but I want there is only one woman who accompanies me later in Heaven. Even if I end up going to hell, at least there are people who will look for me and help me get out of there."

Doctor Arif patted Devan on the shoulder. Good optimism, son. Om proud of you. "There's a candidate?"

Devan laughed a little. "It's still cryptic, Doc."

“Om will support you 100% Van. Spirit, yes."

Given all that, Dr. Arif is sad. “Have you given up, son?" he looked at Devan's face.

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