My Imam, my army

Dirga feel

"when do you start, move?"

the question came from Salsa's friend. Who else if not doctor Rere general surgeon. The girl had been visiting Rere's room since she had just returned from her night shift. Instead of going home, he visited Salsa.

"It's like next week."

"Good, anyway,"

Salsa frowned, "Why?"

"Lo can prepare mentally first to meet doi continue at work. Inget, Sal! You have to be professional" said Rena who then giggled amusedly at Salsa's teasing.

"Astaghfirullah's. Have I ever mixed up my personal relationship?" ask Salsa. In fact, Salsa also confirmed the words of his friend. Meet every day at home alone, making Salsa want to quickly avoid Dirga. But what is power. It must be professional.

"Eat yuk, I'm really lager. I have no appetite."

"Is there a problem, again?" salsa asked right because he memorized the character of Rena. If his appetite is lost, then there is a thought that whack his best friend. Maybe not only Rena, other humans also usually feel that way.

"Gue already had breakfast," said Salsa while removing a box of provisions containing chocolate jam bread, then thrust into the presence of Rena, "nih, I brought you to lo" he said.

Rena smiled, this is what makes Rena happy to be friends with Salsa. Salsa is someone who cares, no matter how small, he still cares about others.

"Lo know,"

Salsa smiled sweetly.

"Gue wants to check on the patient first, you just eat here. In the end yes, I will be sad if not in the end," said Salsa while cleaning medical equipment scattered on his desk.

"Gue go there first, Assalamu'alaykum," said Salsa.

"Wa'alaykumsalam, Fighting!"

"Okay!"

Salsa walked open the exit door in a clean shawl, similar to a small band. His heart now felt calm. Even completely calm after performing his dhuha prayers.

While walking down the hospital corridor, there was a crowd that interrupted Salsa's walking. He came to the crowd.

"Excuse me. Sorry what's up, huh?" Salsa asked which made the entire eyes of the crowd look at her. However, the question was more about the nurse Salsa knew.

"What's up, sus?" ask Salsa again.

The nurse replied, "it's not fair, doc, my son who was treated first at this hospital, but why even a new patient who was passed on for surgery," a middle-aged man said with a raised voice facing Salsa.

"What kind of hospital is this?! Doctor don't see if my son is dying now?" the middle-aged man continued to bully. A middle-aged woman whose wife allegedly patted her husband's back gently to soothe him while crying.

Salsa sighed while saying Istighfar in her heart. Often times things like this happen.

Salsa tried to calm the two old men down. As parents, they are very worried if anything happens. Several other medical staff also calmed the middle-aged man down.

***

At the same time in a different place, an athletic man had finished performing his Dhuha prayer. The man expressed much gratitude to Allah because he was still given a breath until now.

Dirga walked to his white room. Different from the previous room, this room is all white.

Dirga is actually bored at home alone. Because he began his service starting next week after his wedding leave with Salsa. He tried to find busy by watching television shows in the family room. He was looking for an interesting television channel.

Suddenly the clink of his phone rang, signaling a message. Dirga only sighed a little harshly, as it was just a message from the operator. He accidentally opened his gallery. He still keeps a photo of himself with Ara. Somehow her heartbeat raced a little quickly when she saw Ara's smile.

Dirga repeatedly beristighfar. This shouldn't have happened. He already has a wife. And why think about women, others?

Sin Ga! The sins! He has released you! You have Salsa now!

With a heavy heart, Dirga deleted the old photos. Aye! It needs to be underlined if there is heavy-hearted writing.

How could Dirga possibly release Ara that fast? Even his fiancee told him to marry his cousin's sister, Salsa. That's Dirga's hardest choice. And right now, Dirga had no idea where Ara was at the moment. He was eager to find out Ara's whereabouts using the connections he had, but it was inappropriate because Ara was no longer who he was.

Deep down, Dirga's heart felt tight when Ara said that in the hospital at that time. The girl he loved had released herself for some obscure reason.

Dirga rubbed his face rough.

"Astaghfirullah," he murmured softly.

Suddenly his phone rang, a call came in from someone.

"Assalamu'alaykum's chat. It's Space, right?" that voice was heard on the phone.

"Wa'alaykumsalam, it's me. Why?"

"Lo's on leave, right? Play basketball yok,"

Exactly right! Instead of Dirga thinking about things that make him more sinful, mending he played basker with Galang. Yep! His name is Galang, Dirga's classmate.

"OK, where?"

"A military base camp basketball place, Bro. I'll wait for the kids,"

"Brake!"

Dirga rushed to pick up his denim jacket to get to the location. Positive things like this can eliminate negative feelings in yourself.

Not forgetting that he sent a message to someone.

Somebody?

Wh who?

To be continued...

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