Love Haqiqi

Trustworthiness

The atmosphere of the beach was starting to be quiet, one by one the residents left their livelihoods, returned home because the horizon was approaching magrib time. Golden orange rays began to sink in the eastern horizon. The sound of the waves breaking the silence, became the accompaniment of the turn of day to night. Mega who had been hanging, as if to give news, that soon the darkness will greet. Coastal breezes, which feel cold, pierce the same skin pores into the bones. His blow played the hijab of a woman who seemed to be silently staring at the ocean. The face of sadness is clearly visible from the sweet black face, which reduces firmness and firmness.

The woman's screams echoed, but were inaudible. Because it is blocked by the sound of waves pounding the reef.

Forget her! He can't love you. In fact, just remembering your name sounds impossible. Oh my God, is this what it's like to have love clapping one hand? He's really gone! Lord, remove her face in my shadows. I beg! Because he can't possibly get it, I can only have it in wishful thinking. Watered the girl with tears that had washed her face. Her lips trembled withstanding the pain her heart felt. His hands clenched firmly, to withstand all the feelings that bound him. He had not cared about his skirt that was wet with the waves, which he thought only wanted to throw away the pain that had plagued his soul all this time.

He held her chest, then hit her softly.

Aisyah, she already has a future wife. Forget her! He loves his future wife very much, you have to be self-aware. Aisha, erase her name in your heart. He's not for you, even if you love him so much.

Wail the woman with eyes focused on the ocean.

Broken heart? Yeah, that's how he feels now. When he has opened his heart and given a hope to someone who has been successful in making him fall in love. But his feelings are even broken for a moment, when he finds out the man he loves turns out to love another woman. The man who managed to turn his once empty life into flowers. Is it wrong for him to sow his heart? No, because to anchor the heart, it doesn't need a reason.

Now kusa.from this sense is impossible, can be realized in the story, our love. Now this sincere love.ngerti.ta, is just a long dream that, never ends. Because to be with you, like the sky hugging the moon.

Parau the woman with a stammering voice and a trembling body. He was unable to continue his words stuck in his throat. He then cupped his face with both hands, then again shouted loudly with eyes filled with all the tightness that shackled his chest.

After shedding his tears on the coast, he returned to tidying his hijab that was falling apart in the wind. He did not forget to wash his face with sea water. Then he wrapped a rectangular veil over his face, which only showed his round, flushed eyes.

With a slow but steady pace, he left the coast to his official home adjacent to the Salafid Pesantren Al-Muttaqin. He walked in haste and lowered his face. He only responds to the person who rebukes him with a nod.

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“Assalamualaikum, Good morning,” said the greeting was heard from the front of the house. Buya Hanafi who was studying the book also put his glasses, then save the book back to the bookshelf made of wood in the middle room.

“Waalaikumsalam. Wait a minute!” He answered while walking towards the front door. His house was quite quiet at noon, because his wife was doing routine studies at the homes of residents who had been in the mill every week.

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The wooden door opened from the inside. Buya Hanafi looks silently looking at two men who are dressed neatly wearing black suits and pantofel shoes that are now standing in front of him. This was only the first time he had seen someone who looked like that, unless he had seen them on a glass screen.

“Sorry, can I help you?” Buya Hanafi asked as she tidied up her white peci staring at the two men in confusion. The two grown men first shook hands with him while smiling.

“Include me Adam.” He placed his hand on his chest and then slightly bowed in respect towards Buya Hanafi.

“And this is my friend, Mr. Ibrahim.” Show it to a man younger than her. The two men's hair was black, with a small suitcase in their hands.

“Is this really the home of Buya Hanafi and Mother Fatimah?” Buya Hanafi nodded his head faintly with the glare of eyes still staring inside the two men. He first allowed them to sit on a well-woven bamboo chair, on the terrace of his clean house.

“It looks like Buya is confused with the intention of our arrival here. We came all the way from Surabaya here, on orders from our superiors. We are here at the behest of Young Master Melvin Nagara, to convey something to Buya.” Ibrahim said as he opened a small black suitcase containing important files in front of Buya Hanafi whose face still looks confused. But Buya reacted quickly, when the man called the name Melvin Nagara, his adopted son who had returned to his family in Surabaya.

“You're Melvin's messenger? Is she okay there?” Buya asked enthusiastically looking at the two men in turn. His tone implied yearning for his adopted son who had been gone for almost a week. They can only exchange news through messages.

“Alhamdulillah Young master is fine, although still in hospital.” Respond politely to Adam with his friendly tone. He smiled with his eyes that could not be separated looking towards Pondok Putra which looks clean even though the building is almost collapsed. The color of the paint has faded, with wooden boards that look fragile.

“Buya Hanafi, I was ordered by Mr Melvin to deliver this!” Ibrahim thrust a blue-covered beam towards Buya Hanafi who was looking at him with furrowed brows.

“What do I mean, I don't understand?” Ask Buya Hanafi while rejecting the file.

“Buya just need to sign it. This file is proof of confirmation, that the land measuring 10 Hectare² which is near the dock, it belongs to Buya completely.” Buya Hanafi was still stunned by rounding his eyes to hear the words of the man in front of him. He opened the map and read it at a glance with trembling hands, and right. In the letter, his name is listed as the legal owner of a large field near the village crossing pier.

“And the next file, this is a mandate from Mr. Melvin who declared the land around the Buya pesantren which covers about 15 Hectar², to be established Al-Muttaqin pesantren. Buya please sign it.” Buya Hanafi with trembling hands received the ballpoint that Ibrahim offered. He read the file carefully, he was afraid someone would lie to him.

“Please send your signature here and here.” His orders gently while pointing towards the blank paper. With trembling hands in disbelief, Buya Hanafi managed to draw a streak on the white paper.

“What is this serious Nak?” Buya Hanafi asked with teary eyes. The two men nodded their heads while gently holding her shoulders.

“Serius Buya's. This is all thanks to Buya's kindness to everyone. And the young master left this special for Buya,” Adam took a small safe that was beside him, then placed on the wooden table. He first opened the password by pressing a few digits, and after completion, automatically the safe immediately opened by itself. And it shows some money and checks in it.

“Master Melvin mandated this for Buya, to be used at its best. Especially for the benefit of the people and the progress of Pesantren according to his ideals.” Adam then closed the safe and gave it to Buya Hanafi whose eyes were already glazed over.

“Sweetest of your ideals Son. May all your goodness for the people, be repaid by Allah with a thousand fold.” The two men secured Buya Hanafi's words with a smile. Because they already know very well the behavior of his superiors, who are kind and generous, until his life was filled with blessing, especially after converting to Islam.

“And lastly, Buya must sign a letter of proof of receipt of material goods. Because now, it has been anchored 3 cargo ships loaded with material on the coast which was sent directly by Tuan Muda from Surabaya. The intention of Mr. Melvin is to renovate the pesantren and Buya house while enlarging it. For the architecture, Buya do not worry. Later Mr. Melvin's orders will standby to help Buya here, until the completion of construction.” Buya Hanafi was even more astonished by Adam's words that made his heart fall apart instantly. He was really confused and schok with the behavior of his adopted son who was beyond his prediction. He had to call his adopted son, to ask for a detailed explanation.

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The 2nd Floor

Meida with in auxiliary Jack lying on the table Traction (Traction is a table-like shaped tool that uses mechanical power. This tool is often used to treat low back pain and neck pain).

Traction works by separating the joints and disc space in the lower back or neck. That way, the pressure on the spinal cord is reduced and minimizes pain.

By performing lumbar traction, the patient is asked to lie on a traction table, then use a vest and pelvic device. The vest serves to help support his ribs to keep them straight. Then, his hands will hold the rope so that the flexibility and coordination of the body remain stable.

While on cervical neck traction, patients can do therapy while sitting or lying down. If seated, the harness (safety cloth) will be mounted on the head and connected with a loaded pulley.

When cervical traction is done while lying down, the harness will be tied around the head. After that, a pneumatic pump will be used to provide traction force to his neck.

“Do not strain, just plain. I will not say anything about you. I'm afraid of your bodyguard. Noh, look at the look! Kayak hungry lion.” Jack chuckled at Melvin, who was observing them behind a glass wall. Melvin has not been able to accompany his wife inside therapy due to some regulations set by the hospital. Meida hit Jack's stomach with an annoyed grunt.

“He's not my bodyguard Jack. That handsome guy is my husband! You know?” Meida cried with her upset face while waving her hand towards her husband who was smiling at her. Jack flicked his cousin's forehead softly

“I see's. I Just kidding! Some of her romances are in love with her husband. Tumben you admit he's handsome?” Tanya probed Jack with her probing gaze. He deliberately leaned his body onto the iron pole that was in the room. Meida scratched her hijab with a whimper and her red face.

“Falling in love with your own husband is big reward Jack. Anyway, my husband is handsome from his sono.” Meida replied with a smile towards her husband who was blinking one eye at her. Her husband's good looks rose dozens of times when wearing his black hat and white mask,

He is really handsome and romantic. O Allah, take our love to His Jannah. Do not separate us, except by death. Make us a happy family in the world and in the hereafter. Aamiins. Do'a Meida is still staring at her husband.

After you have completed the traction. Jack checked his pulse first, then helped him to wake up.

“Schedule your therapy 3 days, because only for recovery. This first therapy, means two more days left. If your situation is a lot of development, before 3 days you have been allowed to go home. But it depends on you!” Meida's face was seen sumringah after hearing the words of her cousin who is now her personal doctor. He vigorously moved his legs by turning his rigid auction.

“You're serious Jack?” Jack nodded his head as he rubbed his cousin's head.

“Yes, I'm Seriously. For further therapy, you can be accompanied by your husband enter here. Let him not join outside like crazy.” Point Jack towards Melvin who is stretching his waist left to right.

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