LOCKDOWN A Love And Covid - 19
Rain, News and Will
I was still down the road that was suddenly loose, my car continued to split the streets that began to be quiet when entering the lush teak forest area. The area I really hate when going back and forth from the bawilaran to the city center. Instead I turn on the murotal because it always remembers the mystical things that are often experienced by riders. Starting from trivial things such as a shadow, or even called, and more cases they ask to hitchhike in the middle of the road then the address to which is a funeral. I shuddered in horror, passing through and down the lush forest with a winding road, right on my right side was a deep ravine, with a cliff border that had been reot because of the many accidents. I tried to divert the atmosphere so as not to look spooky like a horror film. 5 km I had to go through this teak area to get to the residential area. It takes full speed if you want to get there soon. But I chose to relax, with my big pregnancy and a tiny kick from my fetal leg whining to want her momy to immediately crumble on the bed, I had to try to calm down as quietly as possible so as not to have an abnormal heartbeat, and tense with fear.
The rain fell rapidly, making the teak forest area darker, black clouds hung over the sky, lightning struck many times, the glint was like a camera flash that grabbed my face. I continued to raise my murotal volume while occasionally reciting the verse that I had once memorized, even though in reality the sound of rain was not very audible to the ears, but my eyes get sharper when I am in less bright light. I snorted in annoyance when I saw my gasoline needle amper passing through empty writing, and soon there was no time to make my car keep going, after many times screeches because trying to follow the pressure of the gas pedal I stepped on finally he said "good bye" and the car stopped in the tunnel, so he said, like a natural hallway formed from old wood that still stands upright with thick and lush leaves. Rain, lightning and wind I really want to avoid this. Not even a year since the tragedy of the fallen tree, now I'm faced again with the same thing, more precisely the possible episode. Looking to the left and right did not change the situation, because the rush of rain made all invisible, just the splashing of rain water that continued to fall, because the rush of rain made all invisible, thankfully I tried to get my car out before it stopped completely. I picked up the phone, with a makeshift battery I'm going to get the closest help, my brother is probably on his way home right now. The tone of the call was connected, I waited to hear his voice speak from behind his phone.
"hello, what's the deck..?" unfortunately, his voice is easy to guess he was busy and as if I was interrupting his time. I'm shrinking the murotal volume.
"mombs, my gas runs out, I'm stuck in KM 3 teak forest after the market."
"later to call again yes, there are emergency patients, you are patient first let me call you."
He hung up the phone, and again I had to help him. Suddenly there was silence, only a faint sound of rain but I clearly knew how rough it was falling onto the surface of the asphalt until it bounced again.
Maybe this will be a tense ending for me, an episode that will be the end of this short life.
My mind was still not over, in a very short second I felt the back of my car hit with a large high-speed object, I who had put the handbrake could not withstand the heavy load from the back, along with the car seat that was pushed forward to clamp my large stomach even though I had tried to hold it by hand, my tears came even to scream not at the right time because the sound of the rain beating the shrill screams of pain I held the weight behind, but I still screamed as I could. I still have time to feel the warm liquid blood seeping, my fetus... My heart rate.... And I felt the glass shards stuck to each skin on my face that started to sting. My tears mixed with the hard rain, he entered through the broken glass hit the old tree before me, I could smell the leaves, moss and rain water, until I don't smell the blood that often makes me nauseous, I still wish the old tree hadn't fallen.. My mouth was locked, and my stomach was stiff, the cold started to creep from the tip of my foot. I remember one conversation I had with Firhan when he was a newlywed, when it was beautiful with him, he promised to keep the love we were going to build. With a sweet smile that he rolls into a charismatic knot he says.
"i want to fall in love with you many times, I have asked God to meet me in the world, God granted my request, may God also grant my request to have a family with you in His heaven."
As my tears flowed amid the pain I felt, I was in a bin pulled out of this noose of pain.
"please wake up, I beg you to hold on." soft, ice-like voice melted as it approached with fire, his cold hands defended me after I found out he was struggling to get me out of the seat clasp on a big truck filled with sand.
My eyes were trying to catch the situation I had just experienced, the car that had been knocked over by the truck, and my car couldn't hold back until it finally hit a sturdy old tree. The rain hit me in the face, looking up at a familiar voice. My tears hardened to see Firhan who was still the same as before, he hugged me tightly and always tried to wake me when my eyes were awake. He was wearing the same clothes when he drove me to the airport. I wanted to ask if he was okay. He was injured in this accident. Which part hurts, I want to know.
"please look at my eyes, let's focus on...". His voice was flowing again, but he was upset, I did not see his tears fall because since the rain had soaked his body, he was very handsome when it rained, he was very handsome, a few raindrops came down from the end of her neat hair, I could smell the green tea scent of her favorite shampoo. Many times his burly hands patted my cheeks that could not smile. Even more painful if you notice a lot of broken glass splashes stuck to my face, maybe some are still stuck sharp inside. I'd love to smile to see it, since last time at your airport we hugged each other. Since the last time he kissed me, now he does it again, he kisses me many times while sobbing. Now I know he was crying for me. I want to talk, as hard as I can muster, I play my dumb lips to smile and he looks at me deeply, like our happiness can be found.
I was stunned, my husband Firhan Avecenna. I went back to digest, as my brain was filled with events that I had experienced, my departure to Java, my past memories with him because of our separation, his promise that was not fulfilled, he said, I came to the airport but he didn't come, moved to my grandmother's house, tiara's arrival, news that Firhan was positive for Covid, and news of his death. My chest seems to stop beating, I'm sure all this is my hallucination, all maybe my fantasies are getting worse even though I look good. The rain suddenly subsided, the wind gradually sounded many faint cries amid the drizzle that was still left from the fresh branches. Human footsteps made Firhan run in fear, leaving me in the midst of the chaos that struck, that's when I became convinced all was pseudo, the arrival was just a delusion. I could only see the steps that kept running towards me, the car stopped, the vehicle stopped, as I looked up I just wanted to whisper in my plan. Laa ilaaha willa Allah... Laa ilaaha illa Allah..
There's no more power. I can't feel human touch.
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The hallway of the ER room suddenly crowded, some people became looking at each other and looking for what was the reason a family screaming hysterically drove a hospital ambulance. Everyone stared pityingly at the blanket cloth drenched in rain water and blood that continued to harden. The woman's distended stomach indicates that she is pregnant, which is what makes all the eyes of visitors and the hospital point to her.
"Yasmine Adelia, a 21-year-old patient who died in a traffic accident, could not save her fetus on Friday at 04:03 when she was rushed to the hospital."
The words of a doctor and immediately noted on the statement letter sheet.
Mother's cry, fainted grandmother heard the news, crying father lost.
Doctor Nur Hanifah's long move to the ER room he accelerated, he had just finished treating accident patients and he was very surprised to hear the sad news that his relatives died due to an accident. The young woman's steps stopped in front of a hospital bed filled with blood, several doctors and nurses bowed, mourning. Her tears flowed, in her arms tightly while rubbing Yasmine Adelia's smiling yet lifeless face.
The world was shaken, some journalists had attended to cram the hospital ER room that had filled with some Yasmine fans, who had been, Yasmine pursue the world of writing is very reasonable if fans of her book will mourn the sudden death of Yasmine.
Many people did not expect, when just this afternoon he sat in the chair of Flamedia to give signatures and advice to the buyers of his book, just this morning he checked up his womb on the doctor Furqon.
Now that Furqon's doctor was in a daze, he threw his punch repeatedly on the sturdy hospital wall.
Yasmine's departure became a sad story, many people realize that she is a good woman, many parties pray that she is given the best place on His side. Everyone screamed for loss, over the gray of the world that began to go night, the hearse took him to the cemetery.
The latest news appeared on the mobile phone screen notification, one by one people began to know the sad news that has shaken all fans of his writing throughout Indonesia.
Yasmine Adelia, author of the true story "at dusk that took you away" dies
Yasmine Adelia, the beautiful writer from Yogyakarta died in an accident
Hit by a big truck in the middle of an old pregnancy, Yasmine Adelia dies
The writer died after meeting the fans. Nitizen: "we didn't expect it!"
On Friday afternoon, Yasmine Adelia died in an accident. Police reported that the accident occurred at around 03:00 where it was raining heavily.
Confessions from relatives of the victim, he stated that Yasmine ran out of fuel when she was about to travel home from a fan meeting. Before meeting the fans he took the time to meet with obstetricians at a private hospital.
"he had asked for help to pick him up, but I was in the middle of a sudden operation at the hospital, so I called my dad to pick him up" (NH, NH,27 Years old) the victim's older brother when questioned.
Police explained that this accident occurred due to heavy rainfall and also the fault of the two vehicles.
The death of the victim was caused by heavy bleeding due to the pressure of the car seat that was hit by a truck so that the fetus could not be saved. The intense bleeding is what caused the figure of writer Yasmine Adelia to lose her life.
This certainly shook all parties, especially when the obstetrician subscription Yasmine Adelia admitted that she had sympathized and wanted to frankly propose to Yasmine Adelia after she gave birth. But it turns out that the sad news actually precedes the young doctor's plan.
"from the beginning I liked a lot of his kindness, and I often offended that I wanted to play at his house" he said in tears.
Many people who regret the departure of Yasmine Adelia, because young women born in Yogyakarta is already widely known to the public because of her writing that evokes the time. She died Friday just as her husband Firhan Avecenna died Friday from exposure to the Covid-19 virus a few months ago when they separated.
Therefore, Yasmine wrote a story about her bitter life that she went through patiently through her book entitled "On Dusk Which Brings You Off"
Goodbye Yasmine Adelia, we will remember your name as the best role model of a tough woman..
"dad.. Take a look at this writing.." cried Yasmine's sister from the room, her hand clasped a blue book, yasmine's father's weak footsteps reached the villa room, where Yasmine slept while still alive.
There are too many memories of Yasmine for them, every step of the way, every corner of the room it feels like there is still family togetherness with Yasmine Adelia.
Dad reached for the book sheet found by Yasmine's sister on the table, in Yasmine's room which was always fragrant and tidy. The aroma of his room made the father again weakened to tears.
Maybe this is how Yasmine feels when she is living by her husband, said the father in his heart when stroking solemnly every writing on the blue sheet of hers.
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Suppose I go
If I were to leave, I never knew when death would come, it seemed like I had long since become acquainted with the steps of death. Just like the old days when I was almost hit by an old tree before the bus stop when the rain greeted me. I honestly avoided the rain. I want to avoid death. But what am I created from the ground to return to the land.
I hope I have fulfilled the trust Firhan has given me since his departure.
- donation to nurse and medical impact covid.
- infak to pesantren institution.
donation to the poor and the dhuafa.
All is well, I am very grateful to be able to run everything I want for the good of Firhan.
Next to my future, I hope that after I die there is one of my relatives who read this writing.
Especially my father, my father always wished you to read my writings.
For dad, I'm sorry to leave you in on your own. There is a brother and there is a mother who will accompany you, and there are also Aydin and Fatih who will always comfort you.
Fathering..
I hope you are always given a long life, I deposit my property for the benefit of the ummah. I deposited all my work writing salary for the boarding school. Give the money to the cottage owned by ustadz Muslih who every month I visit.
So dad, actually I have set up a book publishing center in the city, you just have to monitor it. They are quite astute and active in writing and developing an interest in reading. In the future, all the royalties of the company will be divided into three, 50% for the prosperity of workers, 25% for the cost of living father and family, 25% in my name..
I'm really lucky if you find this writing..
I'm sorry dad, I can't be a good boy yet, thank you for being a good man to me, thank you for being the best man of my life.
I am so grateful to be alive and to have come this far.
Don't be so sad, I'll always be there for you. I am proud to have such a great father. Say my apologies to mom, I'm sorry I couldn't get along with her. I'm sorry I just got to talk to her this new one.
For my brother no matter what happens don't blame the circumstances. I don't want you to be so guilty, I still don't know why I wrote all this down. It's just a hunch from inside my heart that I'm living soon.
Fathering..
Firhan once promised to meet me in heaven. Then let's promise together that our whole family reunites in heaven as well.
For the world is short, father, the Hereafter for a long time.
Ilove you.
