The Primadona

chapter 48 The will of the deceased

Chapter 48

"This, from Brother Adie?"

"What, um?"

I immediately approached Amar and grabbed the paper from his hand. Ah, apparently Adie's handwriting, contains a scribble of his heart. Such a heart-wrenching inscription, I don't know when the paper was in my wallet? Is it possible that Adie accidentally entered during our last meeting? Given that I put my wallet on the table, I used to do it. Because it never felt like it saved my best friend's ink scratches.

"How will peace be in the arms of God? If you doubt your Lord? Is not God the same? Both teach virtue? And forgive the sins of all his people, even though they intend. All the dead are in the same place, equally toward the afterlife"

"Ah, I think a will!" I grunt.

"If only, yes-" Amar passed by and sat on the sofa with the others.

After talking, we immediately left. We did not talk much, the four chose silence. Along the way until finally arrived also in front of the funeral home. I deliberately didn't go in to deliver, after they got off, directly turned the car towards a clinic. Intentionally looking for a close practice. It just feels like an injured area.

This place is completely foreign to me honestly never penetrated the area here. After parking, go straight in and take the queue number. Not too much, just make yourself breathe a sigh of relief, thus quickly back to accompany out Adie.

One two and three patients were called, finally it was my turn. The body was suddenly struck by fever, making me almost fall asleep on the patient bench.

"Sign number 12!" The voice of a woman sitting beside the door was startling.

I rushed over, before going in to give her the sequence number first. Either because my face is pale or why? The woman in white uniform looked at me with a strange look. Maybe he was surprised because I was wearing a jacket to cover my arms.

After explaining the complaint, I was welcome to go to see the Doctor and bring a draw with my complaint. Arriving inside, my eyes were perfectly rounded. Ah, until repeatedly rubbing eyes hoping this is not a dream of broad daylight.

"Earth? Earth Respati?"

"Astaghfiullah! You're Dimas Anggara?" I grabbed his helping hand and patted Dimas on the shoulder, a handsome man who was a General Physician standing in front of me. He's already the husband of my adoptive sister, Widya. The little lady who cares so much about me.

Looks like this is God's plan, we've been out of contact for a long time.

"Auhkh---- argh!" I groaned withstanding the extreme pain to make my jaw instantly crackle.

Dimas Anggara's eyes were rounded, "Why?" In astonishment, he patted my arm hard.

"I'm hurt, Dimas. That's why coming here, looking for a place of practice.. Apparently Allah SWT was kind, brought us together."

I opened the jeans I was wearing. Sure enough, there was fresh blood flowing. Dimas railed tanya while cleaning the wound. While I grimaced with pain. Moreover, some bruises still adorn my face, even the rupture on this lip has not dried perfectly. He asked if he had received a tetanus shot? I explained it as if not, repeatedly Dimas clucked, after hearing the explanation and chronology of events.

"Don't go home, Bum." Dimas Anggara invited to come to his residence.

I faithfully wait, until all the patients are done and the morning practice hours close later. I haven't been able to tell you about Adie's death. The worst thing is to wait. It was like waiting for Doctor Dimas like half of my heart went somewhere.

Finally the expected one came out as well, Dimas widened his smile while locking the door.

"How, have you done it?" Dimas asked me to take medicine from him. Sure enough, in a matter of minutes it is enough to eliminate the pain and various flavors that have been to explain.

"Kneel!" Dimas Anggara invites, but only walk to the back area where his practice.

"Lho, how's the road? Where is your house?" I follow you from the back.

"Yes, in this area. I pulled Bum over intentionally. Windya's been in a rain."

"Well, dear dong! His career was left, but it took him a long time to achieve it!"

Dimas Anggara smiled. "Later you know the answer."

"Ah, just be curious!" I gerundel while tailing behind.

"The decision was not long ago. Humanitarian reasons, Bum. Life isn't just about money, sharing is beautiful." Dimas started lecturing again, moments that always made me miss their figure.

After arriving, Dimas said greetings and a familiar voice by me came to greet him from the direction in the house. Well, he's my foster brother, Widya Chandra's bitch. His appearance was different, but his distinctive voice still remained the same.

"Surprise!" Dimas Anggara held my shoulder and pushed in to make Widya scream hysterically and hugged me tightly.

"Astagfireullah! Brother Bumi Respati?! Oh God, thank you for bringing us together!" Widya cried, from behind the black veil I knew it.

"Heyy! Not mahram, stay away." I distanced his body. While Dimas chuckles amusedly at us, Widya is reluctant to let go of her hand. Even she hugged me tightly back, making me feel moved and hugged her back. Repeatedly I gave a kiss on the top of his head which is now tightly covered with hijap to reveal two beautiful eyeballs that have never been forgotten by his charming binar.

"Already, kangen-kangeannya. Prepare the coffee, dear." Widya's heavy heart let go of her embrace.

"It's still as usual, right? Her taste?" For a moment Widya stopped her steps and turned to look at us who were already sitting on the sofa.

"Yes, brother!" Dimas' laughter rose, followed by my laughter.

We told a long story, apparently Dimas and Widya have been blessed with offspring. Well, two children as well as a gift from Allah SWT make Dimas Anggara happier.

Dimas said his wife had a college friend. The woman is beautiful, he said. And still young. He's in trouble, even going through severe scrape trauma. Windya was busy, so I was lucky to see her. Usually Widya has come to her friend to accompany her to go to the spikologist. After I asked a lot more deeply into scraping, apparently Dimas had never met in person. All this time from his wife alone he knew.

Our conversation stalled, for some reason I was interested in the topic of Dimas. He thinks I should know that figure, in order to find the way Ridha owns the universe. The words that make this faith come back. To be honest, my faith is only small and easily fragile by momentary lust.

"Seru was talking? Leborin dong, what's this about?" Widya put the coffee cup. Then join together.

Then, Dimas told me about talking about his friend. Widya's enthusiasm continued our stalled discussion. Just like Dimas, my foster sister suggested the same thing. Though not yet met, the figure we discussed as if I had already recognized.

It feels like I have been talking for a long time, finally I say goodbye after telling me that my best friend Adie died. Both did not expect this. To make them guess is it true pure suicide? The same thought as me.

Both deliver to the front of the practice area. Dimas could not promise that he would attend the last tribute before the cremation.

"Seek, just pray. May my friend be calm and peaceful."

As my words were echoed by Dimas and his wife, I honked before leaving. Widya's hand let go of me.