My Imam, my army

7. sorry

PART 7'S. SORRY

"I'm sorry Salsa, I don't mean sep-" Dirga's words were cut because Salsa interrupted first.

"Ah it's okay, brother. Thank you for saving me," said Salsa lowered her head. Dirga took her under a large tree away from the hospital. They could see how badly the central hospital was hit by a huge bomb. Some of the building was cracked and some even partially collapsed. This situation is feared by Salsa and other volunteers. But, they resigned. Life and death they leave it to the Almighty.

"Sister," called Salsa down. The girl looked doubtful and agitated. Dirga can lift the look of the restless face.

"What's up, Sal?"

Salsa looked nervous to be near the man. He cleared his throat before saying, "Mom-not that, ma-months-next-sister wedding, huh?" salsa asked nervously as she squeezed her doctor's suit.

Dirga raised one eyebrow, "What's up?"

"Ah no papa, I just ask you,"

"In the retreat of Sal. Because I have to come here" said Dirga.

"Oh" why do I have to be dropped? ... Continue in the heart.

"I'm approaching the others first, you want to go to base camp? It's safer there. Later, if the situation has improved we come here again," said Dirga.

Salsa nodded and followed Dirga who entered the army car. Not only the two of them, but there were other soldiers in the car. Apparently another doctor was already in this car to immediately evacuate to the TNI AD base camp. Luckily today there are no patients, so make it easy for them to avoid a short disaster.

On the way, Salsa stared blankly at the elongated desert. His mind was raging, his heart was hurting. He thought, it seems like he will attend the wedding of his cousin's sister and Dirga. Remembering the man's words, if the show is delayed. Salsa's heart was congested, he had to reason what else? Salsa tried to avoid it. There was no way she would come to the party even though Ara was her cousin's sister. Salsa was a fool of her own.

"Damn!" salsa surprised the people in the car. They were puzzled looking at Salsa who suddenly growled softly.

"Why, Sal?" ask doctor Alif.

Salsa cursed himself a second time. He was snarling unconsciously! His mind was so scared that he didn't notice it.

"Em-Eh, it's okay, there was a mosquito bite my leg, hehe," said Salsa crisp.

They look at each other. A minute later, they refocused on the journey that would soon be here.

allahumma ajurni fii mushibatii wa akhlif li khiran minha...

Salsa continued to mutter as much as that verse. The verse had already become her banquet when remembering her first love who was soon married. After reading that verse, Salsa's heart calmed down a little. He kept saying it if he remembered it.

Salsa looked at the hordes of children with a slice. His heart seemed to be deep. Eyes glazed.

They are very small, but have tasted the torment of the world.

Salsa rushed over to them and crouched down. Same with the others.

"Hi, honey. Kenalin, big brother's name is Sister Salsa," Salsa said with a big smile. Salsa was welcomed so warmly by them. Salsa's heart calmed down a little, as they were comforted a little with her greeting.

They invited the bunch of innocent children to play a little to keep them entertained. Until a carefree laugh echoed in front of the tent of TNI AD. They are so happy the arrival of volunteer doctors from Indonesia. Warmth and comfort enveloped them. The name of Allah Swt. who is always adored in their games. To call upon the name of the Most Merciful God makes their hearts comfortable. As if God had joined them and played with them. Singing, playing together.

"Salsa is so beautiful" said one of the girls in a white headscarf. The little boy looked cute, probably around 5 years old.

Salsa smiled widely and said, "Thank you, adek. Beautiful is God's gift" said Salsa softly.

"Sister, if I grow up I want to be a doctor like a sister,"

"I also want to be a doctor, brother,"

"If I want to be an army, so that if there are invaders, I can protect the country" said the adorable black boy.

"I became an imam in the mosque, brother,"

"I'm a cop, brother,"

So many happy jokes from those kids. In the heart, Salsa confirmed their words. Though Salsa's heart was listening to their lofty ideals. But, he believes that Allah is Most Just. God will uphold all of this. God always protects His people. Salsa was one hundred percent sure. Allah will give His best for His servants.

"Salsa," called out the familiar baritone voice.

Salsa looked at who was calling her.

"What's up, doctor Evan?"

"I feel sad to see them, but God will always give his best, right?"

"Ah yes, doctor Evan. Is correct. I'm sure it's a hundred percent. God will not let His servant have trouble unless it is a lesson of life,"

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