The Smile of God for Marissa

The Arrogant Girl Kara

On the first day of the search, five victims were found and each was handed over to the family for burial. There are so many stories today for me. From the discovery of the first victim to the story of Shamsya which is now a kara.

Today I spent my time at the health post. A special post was set up for avalanche refugees who were in the village hall of Kemanukan. Although only a prospective psychologist, Sulis and I ventured to help there. Maybe there are patients who need consultation or just massage hands and feet.

As of right now, there are some patients that Dr. Wildan examined. I approached a mother who was sitting waiting for the queue to lean her body on the wall of the room. For a moment I was stunned at the pale face of the middle-aged mother. It seems he is holding the cold.

I approached the mother and asked her to get up, and told her to lie on the floor with a pandan mat in the corner of the room. I touched her body with the back of my hand slowly. His body was very hot but his mother's body shivered in the cold.

“Mother has taken medicine ?” I said my prayer and answered with his head. I immediately stood up to see Dr. Wildan whom I saw had completed the examination on a pregnant woman's patient.

Doc, I'm sorry, the mom in the corner of the room seems to be more of a priority. Her body was hot and her body shivered in the cold.” I said quietly and was immediately greeted with a nod from the doctor. Doctor Wildan moved his leg quickly and I accompanied him from behind. Sulis seems busy helping old man who is very difficult to walk. It seemed that he was busy listening to the old father's story with little force. I was sure he wanted to join me and doctor Wildan, but I knew he had no excuse he could use to get away from the old man who was standing with his wand.

“ Sorry Mom, if you can know whose Mom's name is ?” greet doctor Wildan gently.

“I'm Minah, doctor.” Slowly follow.

“Risa, please get me a small bag on that table,” ask doctor Wildan. Since meeting earlier this afternoon, the young doctor in front of me had called me by name without any additional mother or sister.

“Good, Doc.” I replied as I stepped towards the table that Dr. Wildan had appointed, and a small bag was brought before him. He deftly opened the bag and took the thermometer and put it in Minah's armpit. I can only look at his activities.

“The body is very hot. “ucapnya while showing a thermometer that points the number 38 towards me. I can only nod. “It looks like she bu Minah has to be hospitalized. “ adds doctor Wildan slowly. Hearing the word of the hospital, Bu Minah immediately revolted.

“No, Doc. Please don't send me there. I want to be with my son Amira.” Legally.

“Mother, if Mom stays here, I'm afraid Mom gets worse.” Doctor Wildan said slowly. But the mother insisted on refusing to be treated. Many times he said he wanted to be with his son. I was about to go out to look for her son, if only there was not a woman sitting in the queue preventing me.

“ Amira not found until now.” My middle-aged mother told me.

“Subhanallah, so Amira came . . . . “ not yet finished my sentence, the mother nodded her head. Tears began to pool on Minah's eyelids. He started crying, and I finally approached Minah. I massage her feet slowly to ease her pain.

“I'm worried that Minah has typhus, Ris.” Doctor Wildan told me. I can only take a long breath. I saw some nurses watching me with a rather annoying look. I don't know what the reason is. Clearly, looking at their views I felt rishi.

“ Then what can we do, Doc ?”

“ I don't know. “ says doctor Wildan. Once again he held Minah's hand anxiously. Slowly he left Minah's mother and walked towards the check table, continuing the examination to other patients.

Once again I held Minah's sweet arm very hot. I put my eyes on Dr. Wildan and some nurses. I immediately stood up and walked away leaving Minah's mother alone. My feet go to the kitchen. I asked Rofi and Nurjanah for cooking oil. After they showed me the place of oil, I immediately took a clean frying pan and put it on the stove. I'll add the oil for a while and I'll pour it into a small dish, and then I'll take it to the health post.

Arriving at the health post I saw Sulis was still busy talking to his grandfather who was still holding a stick while I saw that Minah was still lying alone in the original place.

“ Mother, sorry, I massage for a while yes. “ my words while pouring warm oil all over Minah's back. Ms. Minah did not refuse. He closed his eyes as if he were enjoying every massage. Massage the side of the spine carefully and then I continue to the shoulders and back. Several times Minah burped. I continued to massage her calves left and right. I felt all of Minah's body very hard.

“He must be exhausted.” My inner.

Sweat drenched my whole body.

“After Minah, make sure you take the time to massage me, Ris.” Temptation of Doctor Wildan to me.

“ Doctor could have. Where might I dare to massage you, Doc.” Sahutku sambal smiled shyly. Once again I saw the unpleasant gazes of some nurses standing across.

“ A professional masseuse will not distinguish male or female patients. And I'm really in line, Ris. “ once again doctor Wildan repeated his request.

“You are truly amazing, hold the body of Miss Minah !” this time Doctor Wildan actually held my hand and placed it on Minah's forehead. “ Not hot anymore right ? “ continued.

I can only nod.

“Where did you learn to massage ?”

“I just used to do this massage on mom and dad, Doc. Not learning, only autodidact only. “ I replied accordingly.

“Wah means you really are a good kid.” His flattery. Again, I can only smile. This is all I did because I wanted to avoid the cynical gazes of the nurses opposite me. They might look at me as a nervous girl. Likes to be close to men or even as a teaser.

“Sorry, Doc, there are still many patients waiting in line, doctors can go there now.”

Doctor Wildan finally left me with Minah's mother who had started to improve.

“Thank you, Ma'am. What the doctor said was true. Mommy is really a good kid. Mbak massage signifies that Mbak often do massages for parents Mbak.” Said Ms. Minah slowly. Before I answered Minah's sentence, Sulis approached me.

“You didn't see how those nurses looked at you earlier?”

“They said that you were really teasing the young doctor. He even told me to advise you not to get too close to Doctor Wildan because he was married. “

I can only widen my eyes. I don't end up thinking about what they think of me.

“Please promise not to get too close to doctor Wildan.” Pinta Sulis slowly.

“Is that also on their orders ?” manyaku.

“No. I just don't want you to be looked at one eye by them. They hate you so much. I heard their conversation. “

“Thank you for everything, Lis. I promise I won't be in this health post again.”

***

Fifty-thirty, we left the location to return to the boarding house. Me and some of the regiment members immediately walked towards the parking lot and entered the campus car. There was a sense of heaviness when leaving the place. There are Nina and Shamsya and Minah ma'am who I really want to wait until their condition stabilizes.

“You keep contemplating, Ris. “ Rofi disperse my reverie.

“You saw Mbak Syamsya earlier?” ask me while looking at my best friend with my eyes. My body is so tired. My concern is always with a little girl named Nina. And on Minah's mom who doctors say Wildan may have typus. The shadow of the victim found and the five victims in the body bag alternated.

“ Your habits, asked has not answered already asked. “sungut Rofi. Her sweet face looks even sweeter when she's angry.

“All my questions have something to do with him, Fi.” I let out my breath which I deliberately held slowly.

“What's with that arrogant girl ?” Jannah curious.

“His family is gone. She's a kara. The conditions are terrible and almost no one cares about it.” Say concerned.

“Esanya if so people are victorious it should not be complacent. If it is like this, pity. No one wants to care, the same as revenge. I heard she was also arbitrarily going to her neighbor.” Rofy added. I can only throw my eyes out. Our car passed through the bridge of Bogowonto which the water overflowed to the embankment. The rushing current makes my hair smell. I imagine once again the condition of the landslide in Kemanukan. Between the same two regions separated by a large river the current was as swift as it is now, making it difficult for volunteers to complete the task. Without feeling my tears started to warm up. My throat is blocked, it hurts. And the puddles that had been sweeping my eyes ever since, slowly flowed into a small river that was as hard as Bogowonto. I took Qomar's blue handkerchief.

“ Ehm . . ehm, duh who still keeps the blue handkerchief. “ Sulis start teasing. He did understand the incident when Qomar gave me his handkerchief.

“Whose blue handkerchief belongs to?” jannah asked curiously. I looked for a moment at all my friends, and slowly I opened the car window and the fate of the blue handkerchief Qomar was the same as the fate of the plastic wrapping of food that Sulis threw away. Scattered useless and all just a memory.

***

Once at the boarding house, I immediately took my towel and walked towards the bathroom. I doused all my tired bodies with clean water. I rubbed my skin with the honey soap I used to wear and the difference this time, I felt at home lingering in the bathroom.

Out of the bathroom, I immediately took warm water in the dispenser. I poured two spoons of goat milk powder into it. I took the milk to the living room and joined some of my roommates who were watching the search process for the victims of the Kemanukan.

“You look very tired, Ris. “ greet Sisy sambal still look at the face of lesuku.

“ Today I really worked hard. I'm sorry I forgot you wanted to come.”

“It's okay for today. But you have to promise tomorrow not to forget again.” Slowly follow. I can only nod slowly. My warm milk and soon I saw the Adhan echoing all over the city.

***

The second day of the search for victims continued. The field is still like yesterday. What made it different was a foul scent that started to spread around us. Among the land buried other than humans there must be many livestock residents. The aroma really makes the chest more tight. The mask I put out of the house. Strap tied to the back of the head. Santi and Rofi did the same. The three with Sulis, they decided to go to the location of the search for victims, while I, I no longer want to concentrate on the victims who died. My focus from yesterday afternoon was only Syamsya who was now still in the corner of the room in the same place as the day before.

I approached him with a keen sense of seeing his physical condition.

“ Mbak Syamsya! “I wish there was little response he gave to respond to my call, even if it was just a look in his eyes. Even if it's just a nod or even his head. But . . . Still Nil!!!. There was no reaction he showed me.

“ Beautiful Sister Shamsya, please do not torture yourself like this. Change clothes and clean the body for a while, right ? Look, they have also changed their clothes and do activities, although not much.”

Still not reacting. Like a living statue that may no longer have the spirit of life. There's not much I can do to get him to bring back the feeling, the anger, the sadness or whatever should be in his heart. There's no expression. His behavior confused everything around him.

“ Ma'am, never mind, he is indeed a spoiled child who has never felt how much life requires trials. He was indeed a golden child of the family whose ants or flies alone were reluctant to perch on his body. Just leave him.” Mr. Darmo said as he left the room.

I took a deep breath. In conditions that already have nothing to be proud of, people like shamsya can still be determined, and do not want to care about the environment. This shouldn't have happened. This is the slap of God on man for his arrogance, when we know there is not much we have, even though we can meet all the needs. But without his power? What means.

In front of me this afternoon, I saw everything happen. A rich man's son who lives a kara lives around people who may have been his servants and treated like servants. Living alone and still harboring the arrogance that should have been destroyed along with the land that harbored his family.

But this is human. He will feel proud when God tests him with wealth, position, rank, position and money. It was then that he was proud to say that all was a gift from his Lord, but when God tested it with difficulty, he collapsed, limp helplessly by saying that God never granted prayers and did not love him. This is man, who always mixes the character of angels and demons in his soul. Even though we are above them as caliphs on this earth.

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