Pasung Tuan Muda's

3. He Comes Even In Dreams Only

The hospital is full of millions of questions. Yeah, on the portal that says Emergency room. I walked while carrying a baby boy's clothes complete with a light blue bag, right in the chair that lined up neat footsteps stopped.

Both eyeballs snorted because they saw Bi Ira still faithfully accompanied his wife who was undergoing a critical period. Right in the middle of the night, I stepped foot while sitting next to the middle-aged woman.

Bi Ira shifted her seat slightly. "Eh, Sir. It's come, apparently," said the woman who always tied her hair with a raffia rope.

I stared straight at the watch on the left hand. "Bi, it's late at night. Better, Auntie go home. Let me order a taxi," I answered softly, looking small to the left side.

"No, Sir. Aunty will remain here to accompany Madam facing her critical period. Moreover, this incident was my fault as well."

"No, Bi. It's not Aunt's fault. But it's my fault that I'm less attentive and busy working."

The atmosphere became silent without a word. The baby clothes for the boy I deliberately put on the right side, then with my left hand, I grabbed and flipped the light blue bag. Tears flowed again from both eyeballs through the cheek curl.

Inexhaustible contents of this head to interpret millions of problems came and surrounded me with a storm of trials. Trying hard, but I can't. As a man, naive indeed if you lose the baby candidate three times without pause and can forget it.

From the side of the body, Bi Ira asked. "Master ... What is it? How, like baby clothes?"

I got it by removing the tears with my right hand. "Ah, no. It just happened to stop by at the baby supply store. My intention is to give this outfit to a newborn child in the hospital. Maybe tomorrow."

"Astaghfirullah ..," after Istaghfar, Bi Ira embraced my head affectionately.

This cry broke out on his shoulders, unable to say a word, there was only a hallucination around the pseudo happiness of being a perfect father.

***

Tonight, I spent some time sleeping in the musala room. The cold atmosphere made me fall asleep faster. Hugging the baby clothes with both hands, I entered a room with an overwhelming number of doors.

From the threshold of vision, the mind says. What room is this, huh? It's very foreign. Even if I was dead, it was impossible for both feet to tread on the floor with a red carpet.

Following my heart, I arrived at a brown door. The initial estimate that the door was ten. However, after arriving at the center of the gaze. Access to a location is just one, which means I misinterpreted the vision.

Stepping into the room with a floor made of glass, a touch of both ears caught the sound of someone mouthing azan. So sweet and loud, so good to listen to.

Then, I pulled the right leg out the door. The voice I saw Azan was no longer heard. As soon as I got back inside, loh, kok, the azan voice was gone. Wasn't there someone who was looking.

Curious to keep ambushing. Finally without thinking, I stepped into the vast room with a green veil around the wall. The first two steps, the ear hears the melodious chanting of the asthmatic temples of God.

After the tenth step, I stopped. Both eyeballs found a silhouette vision of a small child mermaid azan. Using white skullcap wrapped in red turban. Then he stopped because the Azan was finished.

He was smiling at me right now. The six-year-old boy looked bright on his face. Then, he ran to see me.

"Dad ..," he said, hugging my body which had changed squatting position.

I knitted my eyebrows together, staring at the red bandaged boy who called me 'Dad'. Then he pulled my right hand. He seems to be trying to get himself somewhere.

Without thinking much, I finally followed his steps. It was in a very familiar room. Yeah, like a place where my wife was in a critical condition in the ER room.

"Yes, what is it?" I asked while staring fully at the location he pointed at.

"There was Mama who was sick, I was the child that I had longed for. But sorry, Dad. Fate says another, may we meet in heaven one day" he continued with a triumphant face.

After hearing that remark, the heart beat very fast. I have the boy who was saying to me. But within seconds, it disappeared as fast as lightning.

From a standing position, I squatted. Then, sit cross-legged and stare at a location that the boy had originally designated. 'Is he my son who died? Yes, Allah .. thank you very much. For you have brought a servant to him, even in such a short time, my mind.

Spontaneously, I opened both eyes. Azaan sounds very loud coming in from the left and right ears.

"God! Turns out I was just a dream. Oh, now it's dawn prayer time" I said to myself in a prayer room.

Footsteps bring themselves to the bathroom. While taking the wudu, I washed my face and head to make it feel fresher. When finished, the footsteps returned to the musala.

***

Morning has arrived, I who since dawn prayers can not close both eyeballs, finally stepped back to go to the ER room. On the seat there is still Bi Ira who is sleeping fast until the watch shows at 07:00 am.

I touched his hand slowly. "Bi .. wake up, Bi. It's morning."

The opponent spoke a little murmuring. "Eh, Sir. It's morning, huh?" tanyanya while removing both eyeballs.

"Yes, Bi," I'm brief.

Suddenly, the phone rang very loudly. Sitting next to Bi Ira, I reached into the cell phone in the right pants pocket. A call came from the private secretary at the company.

[City ..].

[Hallo, Boss. How come this hour has not come? Isn't ... we're going to have a meeting about the project today?] ask Siska seriously.

[Sorry, Sis. For the meeting this time, you're the only one in charge. I could no longer enter the office. My wife is in a coma in the hospital.]

[Geez! Sir. Which hospital, huh?] ask again.

Since I didn't want to talk more, I finally closed the phone and put it back in the right pocket.

From the side Bi Ira asked. "Sir, what do you want to eat this morning? Let auntie buy food."

"What a hell, Bi." I put the paper money on him.

Then, the middle-aged woman left me alone on the waiting bench right in front of the ER room caring for the wife. A very tired body, making yourself move to leave the chair and walk pacing around the front door.

Occasional glances staring at a translucent glass towards the room when viewed up close. It was clear in both eyes that Marissa was still weakly stretched by an increasingly critical situation.

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