SCENARIO FROM GOD

part 1

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In a tall building with white paint that became the symbol, a man was pacing back and forth in front of an operating room. A worried face is clearly visible, eyes are red and hair that looks random - it's the first thing people can see if they see it.

The operating light goes out, indicating that the operation has been completed. A doctor came out of the room with a sweat that was dripping from soy sauce. Seeing the doctor had come out of the room the man immediately went over.

" How's the doc, is the operation going well?" Said the man curious to know the condition of the patient who had just handled the doctor.

" Alhamdulillah mas operation went smoothly and mas sister is good - fine, mas sister can be directly transferred to the outpatient room right now. But because during the operation we use the anesthetic in total so the mas sister is still not humanized and may be around tomorrow or the day after." The doctor's light.

"Thank God, thank God" he said, raising both hands and then performing a prostration of gratitude as a form of gratitude to the creator who saved his brother.

" Can I see my sister doc?"

" May mas, but remember not to be too noisy, let the mas sister to rest so that later when you wake up can be more fress."

" Okay, doc, thanks again doc."

" yes same - same, I went to my room first yes mas." Pamit the doctor.

" yes, doc please."

After the departure of the doctor pras also entered his sister's room. Yes Pras is a man who has been pacing back and forth in front of the operating room and patients who have been operated on earlier surely you can guess? that's right, she is a girl who just lost her mother and then got hit. Pras slowly approached the bed and sat down beside his weakly lying sister. He held his brother's hand and handled it slowly.

" I know this must be heavy for you deck. But mas beg you not to make mas worried like gini again yes, enough this time just because mas can not afford if you have to see you like this again." Prasap said that he felt sad to see his injured sister and lying weak on the bed. Without feeling the tears falling down the cheeks of the pras. He sniffled while holding the hands of martyr and kissing her.

Time continued to pass without feeling the clock has shown at 12 pm. Tired from crying just now and have not rested since the completion of the funeral of the mother because she had gone straight to the hospital to see her sister make pras sleepy and finally fell asleep.

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The sunlight scoured through the hospital window curtain, through the thick transparent glass and into every place it passed, including the place where a pair of sisters who were still sound in sleep.

" tet tot tet tot...."

"EMMM" lenguh pras who woke up due to hearing the sound of alarm from his cellphone.

Eitt.iya was right. The sound of the tet tot tet tot was the sound of an alarm from Pras ya, not the sound of an ice cream car horn that is usually sold around the village hahahaha.

" It's 7 o'clock apparently, deserved the sun has appeared like this."

" Ra you when you wake up. Mas kangen as chatty as you, mas also miss the same smile you ra." Pras said while stroking the head of the martyr gently.

'KROYUKKKK.....'

There was a sound of worms in Pras' stomach who was protesting to ask to be filled.

" Oh I forgot from yesterday afternoon has not eaten because it was busy taking care of the mother's funeral and worried about figs. Oh yes, ara also must not have eaten from yesterday and today is still not awake." Pras guman.

" I'd better find a meal first mumpung syahira still not awake."

" Dek, mas go find food first huh. I'll be back again."

'Cup' was frowned upon before he left the room for food.

Fifteen minutes passed, now Pras has re-entered the room of the younger brother. Pras faithfully accompanied his sister even though today he had a lecture schedule but he paused for the sake of looking after his sister. because for Pras his sister it is the most valuable thing of anything even he willingly had to lose his life if it could make the martyr continue to live happily.

Especially after his mother died, then automation only lives martyrdom of the woman he must protect.

Time continues to pass and without feeling now the clock has shown the time of noble. But syahira still no sign - a sign of consciousness. Finally Pras went to take whudu and pray. After the prayer he still did not move from the prayer mat but pras still sat cross-legged while thinking fervently, not forgetting he prayed that the almighty quickly opened his sister's eyes.

After finishing with his prayer activities Pras came back to his sister and sat next to the bed.

" When you wake up the deck, I can't stand you like you keep going. I miss seeing the smile on your face." muttered Pras.

'Oh yes, instead of martyrdom like me anymore najai njai ya especially if I saw his favorite letter Ar-Rahman surely he really likes it. If now I najai Syahira can wake up not ya.' Batin Pras's.

Pras finally got up from the chair and took the Koran on the table. After that, he sat back in the chair.

" بسم الله الر حمن الر حيم "

"  الرَّحْمَٰنُ "

" عَلَّمَ الْقُرْآنَ "

" خَلَقَ الْإِنْسَانَ "

" عَلَّمَهُ الْبَيَانَ "

" الشَّمْسُ وَالْقَمَرُ بِحُسْبَانٍ "

" وَالنَّجْمُ وَالشَّجَرُ يَسْجُدَانِ "

" وَالسَّمَاءَ رَفَعَهَا وَوَضَعَ الْمِيزَانَ "

" أَلَّا تَطْغَوْا فِي الْمِيزَانِ "

" وَأَقِيمُوا الْوَزْنَ بِالْقِسْطِ وَلَا تُخْسِرُوا الْمِيزَانَ "

" وَالْأَرْضَ وَضَعَهَا لِلْأَنَامِ "

" فِيهَا فَاكِهَةٌ وَالنَّخْلُ ذَاتُ الْأَكْمَامِ "

" وَالْحَبُّ ذُو الْعَصْفِ وَالرَّيْحَانُ "

" فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ "

' hiks...hiks...hiks.' the sound of sobs is heard making Pras who is fervently reading kalam - kalam Allah stopped instantly and turned to look for the direction where the sound of crying came from. And without guessing it turned out that the one who was crying was the one he had been waiting for since yesterday.

" Your deck is up deck. Thank God you are sober." Pras said happily and immediately hugged his beloved sister.

" you why cry deck, someone is sick huh? Where's the sick deck? Hands, feet, ah..or your head deck that hurts? " Tanya pras in a row while checking the entire body of martyrs from head to toe because she was worried about the operation that her sister underwent yesterday turned out to cause serious side effects.

" Ra ? Hey...answer deck mas, which one hurts hemm? "

" hiks.kok mas hyks..no one is sick."

" Are you sure no one is sick? But why are you crying, baby." Pras said while wiping the tears of martyrdom.

" Yes mas not there, Ara just denger mas njai just now." Syahira smiled to hide his sadness, because actually when he heard Pras read his favorite letter it made me remember his mother, who was the same - just like the letter.

" time anyway.... "

" Yes, yes"

" Okay.mas also became senengnya hahahaha..."

" uh.eh..eh, how come it's so moody again deck, what's up hemm ? " ask Pras when he saw the look on the face of the martyr who arrived - suddenly moody. Just now he was happy to see his show beaming with laughter but now why so moody back.

" Mom.." murmured shahira lirih.

Honest sadness because the departure of a loved one makes the martyr powerless to hide his sadness even longer.

Pras who understood what his sister felt was approaching then hugged her trying to calm down. Pras knew it must be difficult for the shahira to accept the departure of his mother because during this time the shahira was always close to his mother compared to his father especially himself who had always been busy in college.

" Why mom left us so flattered. Ara still can't take this mas."

" Oh yes deck, you must be sincere so that you can calm down there. You remind us of what you often teach us, if we have to be sincere with what God has destined for us even though sometimes it hurts. Besides there are still mas, you can think of mas like mother, you can tell anything to mas just as rich you like the story to mother." Pras said trying to calm the shahira.

" Yes, sorry Ara ya mas. Thanks for ngjngetin Ara."

" Yes the deck is okay - what mas, understand how you feel at this time. But mas ask you not to cry again yes, mas do not have the heart to see you cry continuously. Some of you if the cry is ugly know tuh snot nyampe bleber bleber gtu ih," ledek Pras

" what the hell mas not also, mas tuh who if you cry like snot. Ara was not blew.." ucao Syahira while sticking out his tongue.

" hahaha.iya yes deh adek mas is the most beautiful. But..kalo diiat of straws hahahah...."

" Ih.. mas what the hell." Say shahira while pursing her lips.

" hahaha I'm sorry, my dear sister." Pras said, still accompanied by laughter.

" Eh mas but how come you don't look, which father ? " tanya syahira was curious because since he was awake, he had not seen his father at all.

" hah.that's the father..bapak.." said pras stammered and looked agitated.