The Ojek That's My Soul

Meeting, coincidence, coincidence,

💐Love doesn't need you chasing.

Even though he stole your heart.

Because he'll lead you, find out who the owner is.

💐

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Usually me and Nur if you want to go home, must leave from the morning.

Because of my village and Nur raining village, so we postpone the time of return.

Plus I have to transit to RSUD.

I don't know why my heart was pounding so hard, like something happened.

But what, and who?

Did something happen to my cousin, ah, I don't think we were too close.

We never cared much about each other.

Our relationship is ordinary, not too close and not too far away.

So there's no way this bond of love uh, the inner bond between the two of us.

But why does my heart feel so riled up, what is this feeling?

And to whom?

My family's all fine.

Even I just called Farhan, my sister.

To make sure that nothing happens.

But this heart is still restless.

Never mind, I better just walk to the hospital.

Nur has left first with an online ojek, because he also wants to get home soon, because the day is almost noon.

I also ordered an ojek online, to cut my time this little.

I wait in the open and crowded.

And, I chose the location of the porridge subscription trio single fisabilillah.

In my heart I hope...,

Ah, where is it possible?

(Hey, what's wrong with you?)

(Don't tell me you believe what he said about that coincidence?)

(But where there is exactly the same coincidence!)

"Haish, "

I shook my head many times.

Let the voices fall.

(Focus on Fatimah!)

(Yes, yes)

Inhalers...

Exhalants...

"Okay, am I still sane ? "

"Duh, why does the heart even pause - jedug like this anyway? "my monologue while continuing to look at the application.

Shortly after, my driver arrived.

I glanced at the driver, haah...,

" Are you ready to go? "ask the driver

" Of course, "I answered briefly

(Why am I disappointed?)

(Ck, why is this a brain, so you want him to mute?)

(That's right, handsome ojek's brother is just the.

" Ih, uh, uh, "

I beat my head softly, casting out all the shadows about the slobber, who liked the unclear whimpers.

"Why mbak! "

asked the driver slightly yelling at me.

Maybe he was confused to get a customer like me, who hit his head while talking to himself.

Don't let me get down in the street, because I don't think girls are sane.

"Ah, no bang, no papa! "

"Turn a little! "

I answered him, telling him to go faster.

I want to be there soon, so I can go home soon.

**

I finally arrived at the hospital.

After asking the receptionist, I also got the room number where Nadia was treated.

To get to her room, I had to go through the emergency room first.

Seen very busy in the IGD room.

Looks like there's an emergency patient just in.

Suddenly the pounding had appeared again, even stronger, until I slightly pressed my chest wrapped in a dangling veil.

Because I feel a little claustrophobic.

Oh my God, what is this hunch?

Who for?

Give me a hint, Robb, "

my prayer is said in my heart.

I'm trying to find a seat around here.

I want to calm this pounding on my chest for a moment.

Breathe in, exhale...

I kept repeating until my heart beat was back to normal.

(Do I have heart disease? )

(Don't this not a sign or a bad feeling)

(However, one of the symptoms of the disease, in my heart, )

I was holding my head that suddenly hurt.

Up ahead, at the end of the ER room.

Some people looked panicked and went back and forth.

"Nih, hapenya si Ali, try to find the family number, let the father who takes care of the registration, "

"Inpatient Scabies because the hb is low said the doctor, "

I hear conversations between two people of different ages.

One adult man in a batik shirt and a skullcap, the other a young boy like me.

Looks like they mentioned the name of a stranger in my ear.

Apparently, my brain is still not sane.

The proof is, I'm still thinking about him.

Suddenly the young man sat not far from me.

I should have just left, and immediately went to see Diana.

But, why is this leg so heavy to step on, and prefer to pay attention to the person next to me.

I heard him muttering to himself.

He repeatedly mentioned Ali.

And every time I heard that name, my heart reacted again.

(Am I really the same persimmon as a motorcycle taxi driver, even when I hear a name that is almost similar, my heart beat is not normal. )

(Or, I got a pellet?)

(Astagfirullah, the more you find yourself Fatimah)

I just want to throw my head against the wall.

Let's be aware, 'cause I think I'm a little shrewd.

I want to get up, and get out of here.

Since I thought it best I immediately looked for Diana's room in the hospital, briefly pleasantries and then went home.

However, before my feet stepped, I heard...,

"Geez, this is bang Rojali don't have any family yak? "

"Chat history doesn't exist, phone history doesn't exist either, "

"What is that man? "

"That's a big cyan lu bang,"

"GGS, (a kara bull), "

oceh the young man, while staring at the cellphone in his hand.

Somehow my curious soul dragged my footsteps to get to him.

"Sorry, um, may I know? "

"What's the bang Ali you've been calling since, working as, uh, a motorcycle taxi driver? "

my question was a little staggered, somehow I kept thinking about that one name.

"Did you know Bang Rojali? "

"Is this her solace? "

this young man is cheating on me

"Ah, that, if the online taxi driver you mean has long hair, I know, "

answer me,

"Well, dong's right! "

"Emang bang Rojali is mbak, "

"Persis, its features, "

the answer immediately stood up with a face that was not as tangled as before.

"A, is he sick? "

"And who's in the ER room there? "

I asked with a feeling I don't know.

Is this what my debating has meant since?

And what is this coincidence that Rojali means?

"Yes, we found him unconscious in his room, "

the young man replied, making me shut my mouth immediately.

"A, what...?! "

Only these words can come out of my mouth.

And for a moment I forgot my intention to come to this hospital.

"Yes mbak, this is me again nyari number family, but do not find this pisan, " he said while thrusting a hape owned by Rojali towards me.

"Oh yeah, this is a friend of his, right? "

"What's not his girlfriend? "

he said again while squinting his eyes.

I haven't opened my mouth yet, to answer the young man's first question.

Suddenly, he speculated.

Make my two blinds instantly pattern.

(What the hell is this boy, not let alone a girlfriend? )

"Where did Din meet his family? "

ask the men in batik clothes, who were suddenly in front of us.

"Somewhat Mr. Erte, but this is his theme, "

replied the young man while pointing towards me.

And at once, the father who turned out to be Mr. Erte turned his head and watched me closely.

"Lha, this is mah not the winner of Din's time, but the candidate for bini, " he said with a big smile.

I opened my eyes again, not believing their speculations.

There are people who think for themselves before asking.

(This is again the father, the boyfriend is now a candidate for bini)

(Nyesel, I know him)

"Eh, ma'am, no sir, I just happen to be familiar, yes, "

I said, hurriedly explaining so that his misunderstanding did not get longer.

"Oh, thank goodness someone knows Rojali besides us, "

"Let's go with us."

Mr. Erte decided without needing my approval first.

He walked ahead quickly.

Is it bad, so the father looks worried?

We arrived at the white room, the smell of medicine was strong in my sense of smell.

Mr. Erte walked into the ward covered in green curtains.

Soon he came out, smiling at me.

He opened the curtain slowly.

Instantly the two patients who were lying flat, with gaping mouths.

"Here's the surprise you mean, you're grinning right? "

"Definitely healed immediately, already in samperin girlfriend mah. " Then the father and the young man chuckled.

Leaving us who are only looking at the gaze...,

(Is this a coincidence?)

Did they finally meet again?

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