Love from GIA

Episode 175 (Looks Known)

The car drove to the earthquake site.

On the way, after I called Abay, and already

a little bit of homesickness paid to Abay, Mr. Bastian also video call with Susi and his son.

“Whose car are you with?? How does Gia look at

behind you,” Susi said in Mr. Bastian's phone.

“This Gia equals Naufal,” replied Mr. Bastian while directing

the camera phone is on us.

“Hay Si,” I said.

“Which other where are the three?" ask Susi.

“In another car Dear,” replied Mr. Bastian.

“This time I hitchhiked, I shouldn't be the same car

they, I'm the same car as Irene, but I just split up here,” continued Mr. Bastian.

“Hhahaha, why?? Afraid I'm jealous?” ask Susi.

“Yes baby, I take care of your feelings,” said Sir

Bastians.

“Aagghemem,” Naufal immediately cleared his throat to hear Mr. Bastian's answer.

“Hahahaha, yes already later Mas, I want to nganterin children

you,” said Susi.

“Iya Darling, bye,” Naufal said as he waved his hand.

“Finally kepayar also miss I the same Wife,” said Mr. Bastian.

Fortunately, the driver next to Mr. Bastian was only

quiet and not saying much.

“Udah Bas, pitying his Father next to you is loh,” Naufal said.

“Hahahaha, sorry sir, we met emang gini,” says

Mr. Bastian.

The driver seems friendly and not stiff on us.

“Hahaha, yes Mas no papa, I'm even happy

passengers humble gini, if diem-diem an also not tasty, heheheh,” replied Mr. Driver.

“Pak, this to its place far huh?” ask Naufal.

“Lumayan Mas, maybe an hour and a half from the airport,”

replied the Driver.

“Haa?? Really Sir???” ask Mr. Bastian.

“Iya Mas, this is me still at his inn, not yet

later to his TKP directly must be Mas and Mbaknya road first how many kilos it is,” said Mr. Driver.

“But really sir??” ask Mr. Bastian.

“Iya Mas, end of the world, hehehe,” replied Mr. Driver.

“Mas, are we going to the inn?? Not to the usual place in PMI,” I said.

“Iya that means Father Dear, not the inn Villa

or Hotel,” awab Naufal.

“Eemmm, we sleep on the mat right?” my guess.

“Boyle Stall, why?? You are not ordinary??” ask

Naufal.

“Ngak papa lah Mas, never will ever,” answered me.

“Soalnya there are some shallow residents and

do not want to function Dear, continue to be severe again, many residents are malnourished there,” said Naufal.

“Eeeemmm so yes,” I said.

“It looks like many of his volunteers are Mas, because it was before

Mbak and Mas, there are already those who go to TKP, my friend who intervenes,” said Mr. Driver.

“Iya Sir, from everywhere this is certainly, the victims are also many, continue to be shallow residents are also many, so many are automatically sent there,” replied Mr. Bastian.

“This by the way, where did ya Mas come from me

can you know?” ask the Driver.

“From ******* Sir,” replied Naufal.

“Waaah, surely the same Mbak Mas will be shocked this same terrain that will be addressed, hehehem, the road is still not on the asphalt Mas, and certainly there is no AC, even hot,” said Mr. driver.

“No papa sir, in my city also used to be very hot, very hot,

hehehe,” said Mr. Bastian.

“Wwaaah yes sir, there are many industries

big,” said Mr. Driver.

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We were getting further and further away from the airport, and getting into the street

which can only be passed by one car, and the road is not yet on asphalt.

“Others sir yes here,” says Naufal.

“Iya Mas, dry,” said Mr. Driver.

“I think the place is a lot of green-green an Pak, so can

make eye wash, if this is Mah arid mountains Pak,” said Mr. Bastian.

“Away from the city,” I said.

“Ya far dear, her name is also remote,”kata Naufal.

“Wah, get ready no signal nih Fal us,”ucap Pak

Bastians.

“It's sure yes sir, if you want the signal is good, to the city first

Mas,” said Mr. Driver.

“People there how is his life, right if in the remote

find anything difficult, not dear I Fal, if you live long there,” said Mr. Bastian.

“Then the Bus, we are given that way to be grateful

banget,” says.

“Oath this loh, far away oath,” said Mr. Bastian who

still wonder.

The car drove more and more into the forest, but not the forest that we usually see in the painting, but this forest is arid, the land is very, very dry, the trees stand dry, the leaves are not at all, the leaves are not there, only branches and branches remain.

A lot of dust, it's so hot in here, it's exactly what it looks like

said Mr. Driver.

If one were to drop a single flame in this forest, surely

it's all burned up.

“Hot very hot sir, really what you said Mr.” said Mr. Bastian.

“Tuh the land is just arid abnget, how can they live

in place of ginian,” rant Mr. Bastian.

Mr. Bastian took his cell phone from inside the bag, and looked

signaldapelnya.

“Fal, Lo see the signal in Hp Lo, I swear there is no signal at all Fal,” said Mr. Bastian.

“Against Lo Bas?” naufal asked while looking at his phone,

me too.

And it's true what Mr. Bastian said, there is absolutely no signal here.

Mr. Bastian was leaning back, to look at the car

our other group.

“Others are sure to be surprised Fal was brought here,” says

Mr. Bastian.

“New first time this loh Gue,” continued Mr. Bastian.

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We arrived at a simple building, but not a hut, and there was a very large PMI symbol there.

“This sir the place?” ask Mr. Bastian.

“Iya Mas,”Answer Sir Driver.

“Aaassshhhh, Alhamdulillah, finally sampe, far huuuffttt

really,” complained Mr. Bastian.

We were greeted with several medical personnel

from another hospital there with a banner.

“Shortly do not come out first, we wait for the others to come down first

aja,” said Naufal.

We waited for all the cars to arrive next to the car we were riding in.

We went out together, and we were greeted by other medics there.

We shake hands with all of them.

I saw a face that I thought was no stranger.

The face of a man I met when I was

small-time. But he also saw me, even we stole each other's eyes, maybe he also felt what I felt, maybe he also knew me, he was in the middle of the crowd and the horde of other medical personnel. She was tall, somewhat full, her skin was very white, and I remember, her lips were red from small.

“Who is he?” I murmured in my heart.

Unfortunately, I couldn't shake hands with him right away,

because he's in the middle of a horde of people.

After we all shook hands, we were led to a

A hall large enough to give a little direction and explanation.

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Nearly half an hour more in the Hall, her information has been in

give it all, right, it's very, very hot here.

“So hot ya Fal here even though loved fan angina,”

lamented Mr. Bastian who was sitting next to Nafal.

“Iya lah Bas, tau itself was very arid,” said Naufal.

“No wind at all here,” said Mr. Bastian.

“He’em Bas, no wind movement at all here,” said

Naufal.

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We all went back to a place but not the hut where we were going to sleep, and it turned out that the resting place of men and women was different, I was not Naufal.

“Mas, how are your clothes?? We are not one

place,” I said.

you,” answered Naufal.

“Not complicated, Mas, cook every time you want anything to come to me first,” I said.

“Ngak papa Darling, if not that we do not meet, we do not meet,

hehehe,” joking Naufal.

“Continue Fal,” said Mr. Bastian.

“This you do not want to take some, keep you put in

your backpack,” I said.

“No, it's not enough Honey, it's a small backpack, fit

just toiletries,” said Naufal.

“Ya already later if you want anything WA I yes,” said.

“Emang can?? There is no signal dear,” replied Naufal.

“Ooo Yes Mas, yes you will immediately find me, yes,”

my speech.

“Iya, I went there first yes,” said Naufal accompanied by Pak

Bastian to get to their resting place.

Naufal and Mr. Bastian stepped in.

I took my suitcase into a room but the wall was neither concrete nor brick.

Fortunately, the place is not big enough, and can only be

make by medical personnel from our Hospital only.

I slept next to the Sister but in bed

different ones.

“Doctor Gia,” his broom sitting on top

matrats.

“Eh Sister, is this her bed?” my many.

“Iya Doc, Hehehe we are next door right, which was

far-away continue,” said The Sister.

“eehhmm yes,” says.

“Poor Yes Doc, Doctor so stay away from Doctor Naufal,”

lirih.

“Hehehem, no papa,” stirring.

“Sus this is the bathroom where is it?? I don't see from

earlier,” my question while looking around my right and left.

“Kalo bathroom in here no Doc, is in

outside, behind him this place Doc,” he replied.

Gllekkk.

“Di....bbb...behind Sus??” my many.

The Sister nodded her head.

“Away no Sus from here??” my many.

“Yeah, not far away Doc, here we are kayak climber Doc, the bathroom is so it is,” said Si Sister.

“Why?? Doctor not used to??” guess Sister.

“Eheemm..not so Sus, I have a bathroom where I am.

no papa, but at night, I am less brave, hehehehe,” I replied.

“Hahahaha, Doctor scared??” ask The Sister.

“Ngak papa, later if you want to go back for my help

aja Doc,”.

“Ehehem, yes Sus,” I said.

“Hot really hot Doc here, I'm drying from earlier

here, although there is an angina fan,” lamented.

“Hehehem, yes Sus,” I said.

I took off my shoes and I put my feet up on the mat.

“Huuuffttt, rest first Sus, later at half 3 we go to

location loh,”.

“Always the location is far yes Doc,” guess The Sister with

tired face.

“Ngakot know Sus, but it seems not a problem far or not, but the terrain problem Sus, must be difficult, especially the land here is very dry,” said I.

“Huuuffttt, yes Dok,” said Si Sister.

The Sister was laying down her body, as I was about to

break my body. Dojter Irene walked over to us.

“You rest huh?” ask Doctor Irene.

“Ooh eeng......enggak,” replied.

Doctor Irene sat on the mat where Sister slept.

“Enak ya y'all next door, I'm there far away from you guys,

hehehem, there is no chat,” he said.

I'm sorry to hear the words of Doctor Irene, even though she has worked at this Hospital for a long time but still has no close friends.

We didn't sleep three, we talked three.

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A few hours later, after I finished the bath, and we

everyone get ready to go to the location.

We walked together to the location by the road

the terrain is no longer easy, not dusty or muddy, much of the land we usually encounter in the mountains, clenching hard like a rock.

I walked beside Naufal, fortunately I did not

wearing heels.

“Astaghfirullah,” I almost fell for slipping

by the hard ground I told you about.

Fortunately, Naufal kept holding my hand.

“Be careful you walk Gi,” said Naufal.

I saw Doctor Irene who was also in distress and like

complain about this road.

“Mas Mas, you are not papa, you are the same as Doctor Irene,” I said.

“You can walk?’ ask Naufal.

“Could, just calm down,” I replied while smiling at him.

“Ya I have followed Bastian forward yes,” he said.

“Iya Mas,”answere.

I stopped for a moment waiting for Doctor Irene.

“Come on Doc, why stop?" ask Doctor Irene.

“Capek yes, hehehe,”.

“No, hehem, I'm waiting for Doctor, pity alone,”

my answer.

I'm walking along with Doctor Irene right now, all looking at me because I'm friends and close to Doctor Irene.

I almost got stuck again, because of the road as well

the farther it goes, the more it climbs.

“Tadi not the same Doctor Naufal?” ask Doctor Irene.

“Ehem, yes Doc,” I replied.

“My feet hurt so much Doc, tau gini this morning kayaking shoes

you,” said Doctor Irene who wears wedges.

“I used to want to wear Doc heels too, but fortunately I brought these shoes, scuffed Doc if I use that, this is my foot already sick, it's a foot, but they are all above already waiting for us,”, I said.

“Hehehem, yes Doc,” says Doctor Irene.

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A few minutes later, we arrived at the earthquake.

There were many refugee tents, I saw

the faces of many victims there, with their skin dry and dull, and sleep only carpeted, mattresses were very thin.

My heart is sad to see all this, I feel so

sympathy for them.

As many excited children greeted us, with

wear clothes and pants that I don't deserve to wear.

I want to cry seeing them, I feel more and

more grateful to keep out of danger.

My heart cries, I hold my cry.

Young children who seem to be 6-10 years old

approaching all of us, and hugging all of us, I was reminded of Abay.

Actually tears have filled the eye chips, but I

hold it in, for I am ashamed to cry in the midst of the arms of that little child

glad to welcome us all.

“Hayy...”sapaku on all of them.

“Whose name is this?” ask a little girl with hair

a little bit blond.

“Nara,” answer gently.

“Nara….Nara what class?” my many.

“2,” answer.

“Where is the school?” ask again.

“There, above, but already destroyed,” he replied while

his hand was pointing up towards the top.

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The manager there called us to gather.

I saw Naufal doing an interview right away

we got together to introduce our respective diir one by one.

“This village, is a remote village very far from

cities, and very rarely by people, maybe only a few people who want or really intend to come here, because here is not uncommon

electricity, no clean water, and the distance traveled is also very far,” said the Village Chief in this village.

What kept thinking in my mind was.

“Kok can they live in a place like this??? Allah is Ever All-Mighty

Fair,” I said in my heart.

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