Muhasabah Love

In solitude

“Ma, letin Sakti stay with us until he recovers.” After a few hours on the IGD, Angkasa and Myria were allowed to go home. However, he stayed in the hospital because he was waiting for Sakti.

Mrs Nasita who arrived since dawn had gathered in the nursery. The woman in a black headscarf approached her son who was sitting near the patient's bed.

Space pulled one of his mother's hands. He begged for mercy. “Mama know without me clearin alesannya.”

The two shady senses of the woman's vision were rolling towards her son's best friend. Just like Angkasa which pairs a face, Sakti also does so. Wanting to not want to, Madam Nasita nodded despite having a sigh.

“Mami just got home, Tan. Please don't tell me anything. But if Aunt Ayu objected, I can still stay at the hotel.”

“Speak what you are, Son. Stay home let Kasa accompany you. Auntie promised not to say anything to your parents.”

Sakti's face, which had been helpless since then, began to carve a smile. Not in vain debate with Angkasa early this morning the prohibition case to inform Mrs and Mr. Pradana.

When the chat was over, Mr. Aji instead said, “Om has to work, Sakti. No problem, right, if left?”

“Iya, Om. At least this afternoon can go home. We can meet at home.”

The man in the vertical stripes patted Sakti's arm slowly. A smile full of patience adorned his firm and authoritative face. After kissing the wife, Mr. Aji leaves the place.

“Mama buy breakfast first to the cafeteria for you and Myria, Ka.”

“Ma.” The space quickly moved and held his mother. He directed Madame Nasita to the sofa. “Ndon't need. Myria is still sleeping, later.”

Urung out because his son objected to finally Mrs Nasita stay.

The day went by, suddenly two policemen entered the room after getting approval from the hospital. Not without reason the authorities came, of course because they want to interrogate all parties involved in the accident early yesterday.

“Pak Policeman, can I know the identity of the pregnant woman who was the victim yesterday?” Myria who had just finished the testimony, now ventured to ask. For hours she had been harboring curiosity in a pregnant woman who made a veil like that.

Angkasa and Sakti compactly turned to Myria. They do not know that the woman still had time to think about the other party even though her own condition also experienced severe shock.

“We haven't been able to see him, Madam. The woman had just completed a C-section and was still in recovery. Her husband died on the spot and has already returned to the family residence to be buried.”

Myria's tears reflexively dripped. His heart was pounding violently with trembling hands. The sky immediately came to him and hugged, then the man who answered the farewell greetings from the police.

“Honey, quiet.” The body clad in a soft purple color gamis was increasingly embraced, one hand Angkasa rubbed Myria's head gently. “You why melow gini? We have no business, do we, same guy?”

“I pity, Ka. It must be a heavy disaster experienced. She was in pain because of the accident, plus her husband died. Oh my God, can not shadow.”

With a soft and soft tone, Angkasa said, “Allah will not give trials beyond ability. God will not take anything unless it is replaced by a better one. Doain is for his man, My.”

Myria nodded. He took off his hugs and said goodbye to prayer.

After Myria's departure, Angkasa's steps back toward the bed. He sat down again on the wooden chair that had the semi-circular backrest. A long breath was blown from the lips, while a view led to the roof of the room.

“Sabar, Bro. Want to be flanked too, ama girl guys will not be able to live completely. But by the way ...” The words of Sakti expand in the air. The man's gaze also straightened and was fixed on the lights of the room that had been extinguished. “Gue also pity that the victims are left behind by families. Moga got a chance to meet so I can say condolences.”

Sakti's opinion was only responded with a nod. The sky is tired because it has not rested. Pain all over his body is increasingly felt even though it has been detained and has also been treated by the doctor last night.

The clock continues to roll and unwittingly the roaring azan coincides with Sakti preparing to go home. After the doctor's visit earlier this afternoon, Sakti was allowed to go home on a regular note of having to control during the recovery period.

“Thank you all.”

“Sama-sama, Mr.” Two nurses who helped take off the infusion and logged other data gave polite responses.

Aided by a male nurse pushing a wheelchair, Sakti and the others head out to the elevator. Before long, the elevator that was boarded was already delivering them to the ground floor.

However, not yet completely out of the surrounding elevator, a hysterical scream from one of the nurseries stopped everyone's pace.

“Sorry, wait a minute, Sir, Mrs.” The nurse who pushed the wheelchair permission to see. The health worker rushed over worried that no one was standing guard in the room.

Myria who was curious followed so that the nursery was filled with people.

Can be seen from outside the door, there was one veiled woman crying as much as she could on the bed, while on the other hand there was one middle-aged woman being held by a newly arrived nurse.

“iza!” After closely observing who the patient inside was, Myria broke through the crowd and walked over. He pulled the woman into a hug.

“Who are you? Don't interfere!”

Just about to help, Myria was already cursed first. Although it should not interfere, but it cannot this time. The patient sitting on the bed was a known person, Myria of course felt she had to help.

“Sorry, Madam, but she's sick. He shouldn't be treated like that.”

“For what to forbid me? He doesn't deserve to be pitied, he should be the one to die. Not my son!”