Special Journey

Episode 32

"Astagfirulah..."

"What is Afiifah?" Mother, Yusuf and Mang Ujung turned at once towards me.

"Mang Ujang can turn back to the hospital, right? There's a little Afiifa stuff left behind." I ignored Mother's question, and immediately asked Mang Ujang to turn around, fortunately not too far away.

"What is Afiifah?" Now Joseph repeated the question Mother.

"Something's missing, just wait a minute." I immediately slammed the car door and ignored Yusuf's question. I hurried to Joseph's treatment room, which we had left a while ago.

I searched the whole room. But I didn't find the stuff I was looking for, and then I headed for the nurse station.

"Sus, sorry... Did anyone see any leftovers in the VVIP 04 room that the patient was in Joseph's name." I asked the nurse.

"Before a minute, ma'am," The nurse came out the table looking for something or someone, wailing, "Mom Esi, you can go for a minute!" The nurse called a cleaning service.

"What's wrong mom?" The mother who was called Ms. Esi by the nurse was in front of us.

"This mother missed something at 04, did Miss Esi find anything?" Ask the nurse to the cleaning service.

"I'm looking for this little Quran," I measured it with my hand. "in Silver, did you see it?" I said what I was looking for.

"Hmmm, I didn't see or find her either." Answer the cleaning service officer.

"We didn't find anything inside either." The nurse in front of me didn't see it either.

"Alright, thank you, sorry for interrupting Mom's work." I also resigned.

Yes, I don't know where I left the Quran, there is sadness in my heart, because the Quran has accompanied me for many years, since I sat in my 3rd Aliyah class, Aliyah, It was also the gift of someone who had once been special in my heart, Ustad who I had considered like a brother. Ahh but our brotherhood did not go smoothly, because of the feeling called love between us, and I was disappointed with his attitude.

"Where I left her." I was monologuing while walking down the road to the parking lot where the car was waiting for me.

I tried to remember, "Astagfirullah... Oh, my God, it looks like I left her when I helped out Miss Hani earlier, in the ER." I just remembered, it was most likely there that I left the Quran full of memories.

I'm heading to the ER with long strides.

"Assalamualaikum, I'm sorry sir, I want to ask you if you saw the small Silver-colored Quran this morning left in the Obgyn's observation room." I asked a male nurse on Sembari's duty to point towards the bad where Bu Hani had been handled.

"When did you miss Ma?" Ask the nurse.

"So morning sir." My answer.

The nurse also helped me search but did not find, I know the nurse must not know, because they must have changed the service shiff.

"Can you please tell me where the patient is being treated sir?" I decided to ask Ms. Hani or her family, maybe they found her and took her.

"His patient's on behalf of Hani sir, but I don't know his real identity, but he's Obgyn's patient sir." I said beside the nurse who was looking for patient data from the computer.

"Hallo, with ER brother, is there a patient there on behalf of isyatul hani'ah sak." The nurse called after coming up with a name that was almost like the one I mentioned.

"Oh well, brother, thank you." The nurse closed the call.

"Please get on the third floor, room number 04, maybe there's a patient's family you're looking for!" The nurse explained to me where the person I was looking for was being treated.

"Thank you sir." I nodded my head, then retreated, and immediately rushed towards the place the nurse had said.

"Yes Allah... May it still be my fortune." I pray on my way.

For the first time I entered this hospital building to the third floor. This building is still new. The paint is still very good.

I chose the evacuation route I think it's faster to get to three, than to wait for the turn to use the elevator.

"Assalamualaikum, Sus I'm looking for a patient on behalf of Hani, hmmm maybe his full name isyatul Hani'ah." With a loud breath you approached the nurse station.

"Ooo, the mother who was the one from the ER?" Ask the nurse.

"Betul Sus," I slightly smiled hoping that my search was not in vain, "would I meet with the patient or his family? I missed something while helping the patient." I explained my reasons.

"His patient had just been taken to the Islamic Hospital of Mother and Child, probably about 5 minutes ago," the nurse looked at the patient's room we were talking about.

"Sorry Sus, if you may know why he was transferred?" My toot.

"I'm sorry ma'am, we can't tell you the patient's condition, except with his family's permission." Obviously the nurse.

"Ohh, well, thank you, Sus."

"Sama-sama Ma'am, let me see in room 04, who knows if there is still a family, ma'am." The nurse pointed to room 04.

"Thank you Sus." I immediately headed to the room in question.

And I saw a woman who was probably in her 40s come out of the room, with a girl about 6 years old.

"Alhamdulillah... " I smile, I still have hope.

" Assalamualaikum, I'm sorry Mom hmmm, may I interrupt for a moment." I feel bad, because I know this mother must be in a hurry.

"Waalaikumussalam yes, who is this child? Is there anything I can help you with." The mother looked at me as she continued walking, holding the little boy beside her.

"I'm Afiifah Ma'am, is my mother Hani's family?" My question was able to stop Mom's move.

"Yes, I'm her mother, who are you?" My mother held me from top to bottom.

"Hmm, gini ma'am, I had a chance to meet Ms. Hani mushola, then I brought her to the ER room, and I lost something," I began to explain from the beginning of the meeting of the emirate of Bu Hani, let it be more clear, "I lost the Quran, hmmm I thought maybe I left it at Bu Hani's place, before I called her husband earlier." I'm more clear about the item I'm looking for.

"Ohhh, so this is the Son of Afiifa who helped my son? Oh Allah... Thank you very much, son."

It turns out that this is Hani's parents.

"No ma'am, I just happened to be there, It's still God who helped him through my hands." I bowed my body a little respectfully.

"Yes yes... But I don't see any Quran that Afiifa wants to mention." The mother looked at me with an expression remembering something.

"But if I could know! Why was he transferred to Hospital Ma'am?" I ventured to ask.

We continue our journey while chatting.

"Hani must be operated on immediately, the age of the womb is only entering 9 months, before her we already know if Hani has placenta previa, but we just found out if Hani turned out to have heart disease," The mother paused for a moment to waste her breath heavily, "So it was recommended for surgery at the Islamic Hospital of Mother and Child, there the Doctor and the equipment for her Baby later more complete."

"Innalallahi... O Allah, Subhanallah, may Mother Hani and her Baby be safe and sound!" I put my arms around Hani's parents' shoulders. I could see the sadness in Mom's eyes.

"Thank you son," We've arrived at the hospital baseman.

"Titip greetings to Bu Hani ya Bu, I pray He is always healthy, safe and may his son be a sholeh/sholihah child later." I smiled at him.

"Thank you again, son."

I reached out my hand to greet Mother, then kissed the back of her hand. And I smiled at the little girl standing in front of me, while her soft, hooded sweatshirt. We hugged before we finally separated. I hope one day we can meet again.

I saw Mom disappear along with the white car she was driving. I also soon passed to the place where, Mother, Joseph and Mang Ujung were waiting for me. Disappointment still enveloped me after I finally completely lost my beloved goods.

"Yes long?" I smiled at the occupants of the car shortly after I confirmed my seat in the car.

"What are you looking for? From the last question unanswered, so important? Hurry up so you don't have time to answer our questions." Mother looked at.

"Oh God, Mother, I'm sorry" I hugged your body from the side. "Iya Afiifah hastily searched for the Koran of Afiifah Bu, who was left out of nowhere." I explained to mom.

"Mang Road!" Joseph's Order.

Our car started leaving the hospital for the second time.

"What Quran?" Ask mother.

"The Koran of Afiifa is a little Bun, which Afiifa always carries."

"Can't you?" Ask mother again.

"So the morning when Afiifah prayers dhuha kemushola Afiifah bring, continue to meet with Mbak Hani, when contacting her Husband it seems Afiifah put the Quran on the ER nightstand, the time of contact with her, Afiifah Search-seek no see again Bun." My story with disappointment.

"Yes, no papa, it's not a fortune anymore, after all he said he did not like his people, but his Quran was always brought around, until it became a favorite item of that." Mother glanced at me. Hearing the words of Mother, Joseph turned to the accident, where me and my mother sat.

"Mother what the hell! Afiifa likes to take it because it is according to Afiifa lightly taken everywhere." I defended myself.

"And you can buy a new one if you don't like it," Mother also tried to defend her words, "yes Suf?" Mother asked for Yusuf's defense.

Joseph turned to look at me and my mother, smiling a little. Yusuf steadied me as if asking who the person that my mother and I were talking about.

"Kok Kia doesn't have a Suf?" I peeked at Kia sitting on Joseph's lap. Oh Allah... Turns out he's asleep.

"Ohh, he's sleeping!" I answered my own question, after Joseph had remained silent.

"You're a long time ago, Kia got tired of waiting for you." Joseph is protesting.

"Yes sorry" That's all I can say. "Bun, Madam Hani who was Afiifah said, he was taken to another Hospital, because he had to be operated on immediately." I changed the subject.

"What's the matter?" Ask her, without looking at me.

"His mother said, there's a problem with her womb, placenta previa her name and there's a problem with her heart as well." My answer, which also follows the view of the mother ahead.

"what is placenta previa?" Now my mother glanced at me.

"The baby's placenta is under the bun, the effect is usually bleeding, the father is bun." I also glanced at my mother.

"Just pray that the Mother and the Baby are safe and sound."

"Aamiin O God." I pray the mother's prayer.

"Still young him?" Ask mother again.

"Hmmm, less know Afiifah Bun, do not see his face, he wears a veil. Her husband Afiifah did not meet." My answer.

Instantly the mood turned silent. Silent, but very peaceful and calm. There was only a soft sound of the chanting of the holy Quran which was so melodious from Joseph's mobile phone placed beside him. A little closer to Kia's hearing.

Indeed, without I knowing I had admired Joseph personally. Again Joseph's request danced in my memory. Makes my feelings shake again.

After a long journey, we finally arrived at my parents' house, let's just say this is also my own home.

I immediately got out of the car and took Kia from Joseph's lap, because Joseph and Kia were still in the car, and Joseph's right hand was unable to lift Kia's heavier body, I had half my body and my whole head in the car.

I accidentally touched my hand, even holding Joseph's hand. I looked up to see Joseph. Oh Allah... My heart ripples. His breathing began to get out of control. Joseph's face was only a few feet away from mine. I tried to catch my breath, as if pushing a heavy weight against my chest.

Astagfirullah... Forgive this filial servant, O Allah. I immediately pulled my body out of the car. Plaque. "Auuu Sttt Ya Allah." I rubbed my head that hit the top of the car.

"What's Fah?" The mother who stepped away from the car heard my screams. Without me gubris, mother also passed into the house.

"Eat it Carefully." Joseph's left hand rubbed my head. And I just kept quiet. Not enjoying, I was surprised by Joseph's attitude, perhaps also impressed by his response. After my consciousness recovered, I immediately shook off Yusuf's hand and took a few steps back from the car.

"Allah is dumb, Afiifa... Hey." Joseph pulled his left finger in front of me.

"I... Aye." Yeah." Reply stammered.

"O Allah, Khoiratul Afiifah bint Muhammad Zain, take Kia first, do not be dumb." Joseph made me a fool again.

Without replying to Joseph, I immediately took Kia's body from Joseph's lap, this time I was more careful, but still I still touched a little of Joseph's hand.

I immediately carried Kia towards the room. And left Joseph behind me.

I repeatedly said Istighfar and begged for forgiveness for myself that I could not control.

Once in the room I immediately put Kia on the bed, I immediately cleaned myself and prepared to rest. Let Yusuf mang Ujang take care of. It was a shame to meet Joseph at this time.