The Secret Admirer of Dusk

Fighting Between Life and Death

Bayu is packing, the plan is that he will return to Jogja tomorrow after dawn so as not to get stuck because of Sunday greetings. Because he felt that Andra did not want to disturb his show with Dusk. It was Bayu's own conclusion, which Andra had not contacted since his departure the other day.

While in Jogja, the residents of the house are also packing to immediately slide to Semarang tomorrow. After Angga expressed his intention and purpose, I made the three people who heard him surprised. They agree and will support for the good cause of Angga.

Will Bayu and Angga's troupe meet? Or even fight each other on the street?

Bayu's Town.

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Returning to the hospital where Pak Sapto and Bu Retno were located, the couple were waiting for Ningsih, his nephew who had to undergo a cesarean section because of a problem in the womb, placenta previa. This case is quite common in some pregnant women, and the road that must be taken is a cesarean section.

Lukman was in the operating room waiting for his wife. Because it was late afternoon and hunger was also on the rise. Mr. Sapto also invited Ms. Retno to the hospital cafeteria to fill their stomachs. Do not want if later will be sick if it is too late to eat.

"Rain is so good to eat soto, Mom," suggested Mr. Sapto to his wife.

"Yes too, sir. Let the body of the angel too, from the morning of breakfast until not to fill anything because of panic," replied Ms. Retno.

"Hopefully Mbakyu Muti and Mas Minto will recover soon, Mom. Ningsih continued to operate smoothly, "sapto said.

"Aamin, sir, "Mrs Retno rubbed her face with both hands.

The two then ate soto who was still reflecting the steam accompanied by the sound of rain and lightning that occasionally blared.

"Hmm. seger yes, sir. Directly anget in the stomach, " said Ms. Retno.

"Yes yes, Buk. Add this potato paste, Buk. It must be more mantab, "said Mr. Sapto who took a ploy that was in session.

Small talk also accompanied the afternoon atmosphere at the hospital. Talk about everything from themselves to their children.

Unlike her sisters who were relaxed eating by chatting ria, Ms Muti was convulsing with her eyes still closed.

No one knows and realizes this because no one is looking after him. Her husband lying in the gurney next to her was also still severely affected by the post-operative dope this morning.

While his son, Ningsih who is a mere child puppet, is also struggling between life and death in the sabil war. It means giving birth to her granddaughter in a different room. His son-in-law was waiting for his daughter.

His brother was only Pak Sapto and Bulik Asih, who was never considered a brother by him. Now when he is in trouble, who is the place to ask for help? Even God has forgotten.

Still good Mr. Sapto whom he calls step-sister, and always treated badly is still willing to be kind and willing to wait for him. Otherwise, no one would care about her greedy anymore.

I do not know what exactly happened to the two people, but the doctors have taken immediate action on both patients. One of them should be aware and immediately carried out further checks so that it can be quickly scheduled for further surgery if still in need.

In her subconscious, Muti felt that if she was in the middle of the ocean, she who could not swim tried to move her hands and feet so as not to drown, his mouth tried to speak out for help.

"To-loo-ng.to-loo-ng" he said repeatedly as his head poked out on the surface of the water.

There were some very large ships passing by, but it was invisible to him that only poked occasionally, even if it was just the tip of the head.

Then came another smaller ship, but there was no intention of the ship's captain to help him. Even the passengers just laughed at him, some even sneered at him.

And lastly there was a small canoe with someone on it, that simple-looking man with a wide hat protecting his body from the scorching sun burning skin.

The figure stopped the paddling of the canoe, in his outstretched hand whose palm was rough and his skin was black, a sign that the man was a hard worker.

In Bu Muti's heart he was glad, he felt himself to be saved, in the reach of the outstretched hand with all his strength left, until finally he was able to lift up to climb on the small and simple canoe.

Moments later after he was able to control himself, after returning to collect oxygen into his lungs, he looked at the helper. Open wide were his eyes and mouth, when in front of him was smiling the figure of a younger brother who had not been considered by him as a brother.

Even when he lent money for the treatment of that person, he was selfless. Now a sense of regret filled his chest cavity.

"Sapto. forgive me. " said Mrs Muti lirih accompanied by sobbing.

"I'm sorry your mother who has always been arbitrary towards you, also against Asih, "

"For so long, I was blinded only by the treasures of the world, forgetting the creator and the other creatures, "

"Living hard since childhood makes me hate poverty, makes me hate the poor who remind me of our poor childhood and lack, "weeping bitterly.

Mr. Sapto smiled, "i've forgiven you, Mbakyu. Let's start anew our new life sheet, a better life. More grateful for all the blessings God has given us, "

"Yes, To, "reply back.

"Remove greed, avoid usury. Don't be a loan shark anymore! Start a more blessed and lawful effort, do not justify all means to become rich, it will only mislead you in the afterlife, "suggested Mr. Sapto to his brother.

Then Mr. Sapto pedaled his canoe again to the edge, slowly but surely the canoe finally reached the land. And there their families were waiting with their smiles.

Miss Muti, who had been fighting with the angel of death, now opened her eyes slowly. He faintly saw a room with all-white shades. Her tears were still flowing down her temples.

He felt like he had just survived the brink of death. The flashbacks of his life all along revolved around his memory like a memento video.

How was his life as a child, when he and his sisters had to try first to get a bite of food.

"Sapto.. Asih... my brothers.." he murmured softly.

The memory continues to spin until the last time when he experienced something bad and ended up in the hospital as it is today. He again sobbed until he felt pain in his chest, pain like being stabbed by a sharp object.

"I'm sorry.pardon me. huu.. "

Just remember again by him if in the area get a fairly deep stab. He who had been sobbing back snarling.

Time passed with Mr. Sapto and Ms. Retno who were still busy chatting with occasional laughs if something was funny. Until both of them did not realize that the day was approaching Maghrib.

They immediately performed the Maghrib prayer service at the hospital mosque, until all isya'. Because there is a study of ba'da maghrib mujahadah in the hospital mosque. Until the two decided to return to the room of Bu Muti later after the study was over, maybe finished, they thought.

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Seriate..

Patience Bude Muti, may you be given healing and long life, aamin 🤲