Sense of Sense

Jammed

It is a national public secret if the capital's rush hour is directly proportional to the volume of its traffic density. Various brands of four-wheeled and two-wheeled vehicles are spilling over every corner of the main road, queuing to get to the destination as quickly as possible despite the fact that it is not possible. Together with private employees, factory workers, public figures or perhaps state officials, Rafa and Ashqar are one of the few people stuck in traffic.

The driver who was carrying their car was sitting uneasily. She knew that her employer would attend an important event, but circumstances did not support her hopes of getting a car smoothly. What the driver felt was not much different from what Ashqar was feeling. The man did not stop fidgeting, as if he were sitting on a piece of glass.

“Can sit a hen?” rafa ketus. He was uncomfortable with Ashqar's behavior that was not much different from his nephew.

Ashqar turned his head, looking at Rafa with a gaze that gave the man goosebumps.

Rafa stuck out his hand and thrust Ashqar's face, right on the cheek. “Nggilani.”¹ He snorted loudly, almost swearing further at the absurd behavior of his brother-in-law. “Don't tell me you're groggy?”

“Fa, are you really not in the press? If I'm wrong about how?” cerocos Ashqar, unknowingly his jaw log came out and grew thicker.

“Resiko borne by yourself. Anyway, you are ‘kan ever be a doctor candidate, pinter dong should be.”

“What's the connection. Basic,” whispered Ashqar grumbling.

Real nice. Rafa makes him have to face dozens of questions, cameras and lots of people while he will stand behind the scenes like how a producer should work. Although this rumor does concern him, but that does not mean Ashqar is ready to face dozens of questions at the same time. He could have mistakenly answered the question.

Ashqar regulates his breath, the more he is cut the more depressed he becomes. However, he realized he could not continue to feel that way. So Ashqar tries to control himself as best as possible, taking advantage of the time available to get focused. Presumably, he will be assigned to the Emergency Unit, where many patients will continue to arrive with different health problems and different medical conditions. Although it must be imagined with great difficulty as well.

Meanwhile, Rafa who was busy with his phone only glanced at Ashqar who had closed his eyes, letting his brother-in-law rest himself as well as the mind. Facing back-to-back problems and still having to deal with a lot of people because of problems caused by others is definitely not an easy thing, other than because Ashqar is not a public figure, he said, also because this issue is a private matter that should not become public consumption.

Until a few minutes pass, the density starts to break down slightly and the gas pedal becomes more frequently stepped on. Their car was less than a kilometre ahead of where they were to hold a press conference.

“Udah nyampe?” ashqar asked in a hoarse voice, her eyelids flashing a few times.

“The seller is wiped first, tuh.”

Ashqar scowled, choosing not to respond to Rafa's words. He glanced at the watch on his wrist and then looked around outside the car window. “We are not there yet?”

Ashqar's forehead is wrinkled. “What's the problem?” ask Ashqar full of anticipation.

“Should not exist.”

Ashqar quickly put aside his sense of wonder. He took a cell phone and sent a message to Nita. However, after more than five minutes the message that Ashqar sent did not get a double check to make him return to send the same message several times. Unfortunately the same thing Ashqar accepted.

“Still check one?” ask Rafa. Ashqar nodded, making Rafa growl restrained. “Try your phone aja.”

Both of them suddenly busy with their respective phones and the expression of both also shows obvious dissatisfaction. Ashqar was the first person to turn off the cell phone. Nita number can not be contacted at all, even there is only a description of calling from the Whatsapp application several times. This can mean several things, the phone is deliberately turned off, running out of quota or the phone battery runs out. However, whatever the reason, it made Ashqar become unsettled.

“Fa, Nita nont―”

“Fikri, how much longer do we arrive?” rafa asks the driver and cuts Ashqar's words.

“Then like this continue the possibility of fifteen minutes, Sir.”

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Diction Corner :

¹Nggilani \= Disgust