Pasung Tuan Muda's

33. Servant of God Donor Kidney

After a few minutes, the doctor and followed by another nurse opened the door of the ER room. They stood up like they were forming a bodyguard formation. Taking a deep breath, the look of the face of the bespectacled doctor was full of anxiety.

Quickly, I got up from a sitting position. Followed by Bi Ira, the mother-in-law and the wife also took part in meeting the center of vision. From the doorstep, we lined up very neatly while waiting for the news they were carrying at this time.

"So, what about my son?" my many. Then, the mother-in-law walked two steps and elbowed my right hand.

"So, what about my granddaughter?" Together with Bi Ira, the two middle-aged women urged hospital medical doctors to speak up immediately.

The speaker gulped several times, and the nurse also turned her head towards the floor of the ER room. "So, Mom. Your grandson ...."

"Why with my granddaughter, Doc!" hardik mother-in-law.

From his right side, Bi Ira tried to calm down. "Patience, Mother ...."

"Your grandson ...."

Because the doctor was rambling, I walked up and spoke up as well. "Doc! Don't half-spoke. Please just say it now." Both of my hands are clutching the collar of the other person's shirt.

"okay-okay. Mom, and Dad. Brother Refal is experiencing kidney failure, the patient must get a donor some days. If not ...."

I also snatched his words. "If not, Doc!"

"If not, your son will die" he continued, silencing our current words.

From the right side, the mother-in-law fainted followed by the wife who had been unconscious. Quickly, I carried Siska to bring her into the room.

"Siska!" shouted for a moment.

In a faint, the mother-in-law also entered the room for them to rest for a moment. From a side position, I thought hard about tonight's incident. Bi Ira was also focusing on compressing her mother-in-law's forehead.

Before long, Siska woke up and opened both eyes. While the doctors and other medical personnel one by one rushed out of the room, they headed to their respective practice sites.

"Darling .. are you okay?" ask the wife who is still trying to open both eyes.

While the other person was talking, he only nodded twice and did not answer a word. "Mas ... Our son how is he?" tanyakanya.

"Honey .. leave all this to God. Only His miracle, ' is it, can help our child."

"I don't want to lose Refal, Mas ...," he whined again. Then, I changed position and looked up, 'head towards the ceiling of the room.

"Yes, Allah ..why do you give the karma without pause. I beg ... save the son of the servant," I said myself, grinning my face.

From the same position, only one passageway apart, the mother-in-law opened both her eyeballs. He did not ask about the state of his grandchild, but he stared at the wonder of the hospital room where he was currently sleeping.

"Ira ... Where am I now?" tanyakanya. Then, the middle-aged woman changed her sleeping position to sit down and turned her head towards me and Siska.

"Mbak .. You passed out. So, the doctors told you to take you to this room. To rest comfortably."

"What about my granddaughter, Ra?"

The speaking opponent of the mother-in-law took a deep breath, she raised both shoulders while shaking her head twice.

"Sir, I also do not know how the current state of Aden Refal. We just pray, hopefully he's okay and can get together again with us."

"Refal ... grandson! How are you, honey ...?" whine the middle-aged woman.

Without thinking much, I immediately exited the hospital room. The watch shows right at 02:00 p.m. Medical personnel were no longer around the corridor of the practicum room. I also walked and turned around, while turning off the help of God who came to see the son just wayang.

Back up the second floor stairs, I slept in the prayer room.

***

The morning had arrived, waking up after a few minutes of falling asleep. I saw Azan heard from my ear. The obligation I never carried out suddenly came back to knocking my heart. Together with wide steps, I walked towards the bathroom to take water wudu.

When I finished, I went back to the musala. In the worship room there were only three people, we performed obligatory prayers together. Do not forget the prayers to honor the name of God.

"Yes, Allah. Comes to rest only when I feel distress. Forgive the servant who has been blessing your world all this time. If this is a message from You, please do not do it to the son of the servant. Whip me Lord .. please don't make him suffer. Robbana' atina' fiddunya hassanah wafil' endatihasanah' tawaqina' adzabannar. Amen ...."

Spend time in prayer in a prayer. Suddenly, someone touched my shoulder from behind. Quickly, I turned to the man and looked at him with sadness.

"Sorry, Sir. I'd like to ask you."

"It looks like this morning it's been in some kind of heavy trouble, huh?" said. Then, the interlocutor wears a white turban with a brown bag that sits cross-legged. He also looked at my face.

By fixing the sitting position, I also looked at him. "Yes, Sir. I'm being put through trials, and it's coming relentlessly."

"Have you made a very fatal mistake in recent days?"

I'm speechless. With a heavy heart, finally the head nodded twice. The eyeball was unable to stare at the other person, just the dark green prayer mat as a place where tears dripped endlessly.

"Patience, Sir. In a moment, your son will be safe because someone will donate a kidney to him."

Hearing that, I looked up and looked at the other person. But, instantly, that person does not exist. A very confused feeling rained down on this self, the gaze turned to the right and left looking for the interlocutor who was wearing a white turban earlier.

"Sir! The father! Where are you?" ask myself, both eyes did not find anyone in the hospital's musala at this time.

The body got up and walked towards the door. From the threshold of vision nearly ten meters away, the medics entered the room where my son was being treated. Together with the sisters, the five doctors entered and tricked a large object.

Footsteps also approached the ER room. A few minutes later, the nurse in a white headscarf walked out of the room.

"Sorry, Sus. What happened to my son? Why did the doctors come in and have my permission?" manyu.

"Sir, today we will do a big operation for your son. Sorry, we didn't tell you. Because the doctors were looking for you, but nothing."

"I mean ... Did my son get that kidney donor?"

"Really, Sir. There's someone who claims to be God's servant, donating his kidney to your son" he explained in great detail.

"What kind of person is that, Sus?" ask again.

Instantly, the woman who was the interlocutor silenced. "Sorry, Sir. Donors won't let us tell you his identity."

"Yes, Allah ... thank God ... You are so powerful and so loving. In a short time you answered the servant's prayer."

"Sorry, Sir. I'll go into the room again."

"Okay, Sus. Thank you," my response was brief.

Without replying, the nurse immediately closed the door of the ER room. It seemed from behind the glass door of the room, that the medical personnel were giving their best for my beloved son.

Overjoyed, I ran into the room of his wife, Bi Ira, and mother-in-law. Inexhaustible in interpreting the moment this morning, what is in the brain is the healing of my son.

"Mom!" call me in-laws.

"What do you call me, Van!" snapped it.

"Mom, your granddaughter has a kidney donor. And she's in surgery right now, give her best prayer" I said with a cramped face.

Simultaneously, the mother-in-law, the wife, and Bi Ira said. "Goddessa ...."

"Mas, you're not lying, are you?" From the left side, the wife asked again.

"Darling, I'm not lying."

"Who is the noble heart who donated his kidney, Mas?"

I shook my head twice. Instantly the expressions of the three women in front changed.

"Sir, what, a head gnaw?" ask Bi Ira.

"I asked the hospital nurse, Bi. He said ... the donor kept his identity a secret. And the nurse just said, that the donor is from God's servant."

"Whoever the man, sir must not waste. Please you find the person until you can, give the appropriate gift," said Bi Ira.

'Bi Ira is also. I had to find the donor so I could repay his kindness for helping my son's life. Yeah, whoever it is. I will make him a natural child and live in a house with me, ' the mind says.

"Bi, I pledge to the heavens and the earth that are witnessing this day. If I meet the donor, I will take him home and make him a young boy if he is still a teenager. And make the person a brother if the donor is an adult. I promise," I said. Simultaneously, the three women in front said.

"Amand ...."

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