The Tomboy's

Fiza : Bad Day

This morning, I woke up early in the morning so I could wash my clothes before I left for work. I still haven't woken up. Because if the bokap is awake, he would forbid to wash and tell me to get ready to go to work. Time yes, I ngandelin bokap continue to wash?

I was thinking of subscribing to laundry, or have a household assistant. So I don't have to be tired of taking care of the house. He's old, man.

When I was busy washing next to the house, suddenly there was the sound of a door hitting something hard.

Without washing my hands, I went into the house to find the source of the sound. My gaze was fixed on the bathroom door that was wide open, showing the view of my bokap that had fallen sprawled.

"Innalallahi... Mister." I immediately ran closer to the body of the bokap. My heart felt like jumping out of place when I saw my bokap looked exhausted.

"O Allah...."

In a panic, I immediately ran to the next door neighbor's house to ask for help. My neighbour's priest, who was a mantri, immediately rushed to the house to help.

"Help me to sit down." The Imam gave instructions.

"Not immediately carried to the room, sir," I asked.

"Don't! We check first whether Mr. Bani fell due to a stroke or just slipped! Oh yes before that please prepare the needle, if it can be sterilized first!"

Mr. Iman gave brief instructions to check the condition of the bokap. Thankfully, I have a new stock.

"Please encourage me to lean on your shoulders!" Mr. Imam, sit my bokap body, and immediately I hold it with my arm. Then Imam lit a match to sterilize the safety pins, before the safety pins were used to check my fingers.

I could no longer see what Imam was doing, for my eyes were already blurred shut in tears. My mouth was privileged and besalawat begged for protection for my bokap.

Not long after Imam and Mr. Rt came to the house.

"Alhamdulillah, not a stroke, but we should take it to the hospital so that it can be handled expert."

Mr. Imam and Mr. RT helped to carry my bokap body, while my limp body was immediately swept by Imam's mother.

"Patience, Nduk. Pray that your father will be well!" entertain the Priest for whom I am not comforting at all. I really can't control it anymore. How can I not panic? Bokap is the only family I have.

I helped deliver my bokap to the hospital using a car owned by Mr. RT. On the way to the hospital, I was like a dazed man.

I remember talking to you a few weeks ago. Anxiety has re-energized my heart. If I really get picked up by my mom. Who do I have to live with?

"God, please heal my father, I am not ready to be an orphan yet! I haven't been able to make her happy either, I haven't married and given her a grandchild. If you are pleased, give me an extra time to make things happen before you call my father."

With the help of Mr. Imam, bokap I immediately get handling. I walked back and forth in front of the IGD room. My lips also recited - we read prayer. Many times - times I look at the door of the room with hope - please worry.

Time passed, and I remembered. I have to work. What time is it? I glanced at the digital clock in the reception room. It's nine o'clock more. I am late for work.

I picked up the phone I had turned off. He said in important places in the hospital, we should not activate the phone.

I also walked out of the hospital. I activated the phone. Sure enough, there were some mailboxes and messages through WA from the big baby boy who was upset because I hadn't come yet.

I immediately contacted my boss. Without waiting for long, my phone connection was immediately lifted.

"Assalamualaikum, Ranma you know what time it is? Why haven't you come." I haven't had time to say hello, I've decembur big baby boy.

"Greetings waalaikum..."

My voice was still shaking, but I was trying to calm down.

"Sorry, Sir. Today I am permission. I was in the hospital. This morning my father slipped in the man's room..." I haven't finished my speech yet, big baby boy immediately reacted in panic.

"Om Bani why? How's he doing now? He was taken to which hospital." The panic reaction of my handsome boss made this heart pound. I'm so nervous, Sob. Honestly, right now I need a stocky shoulder to lean on and someone who is willing to help me reduce the burden. If only my boss could hear the screams of my heart, huh?

"Now it's on the IGD. I was taken to Dr. Oen's hospital."

The big baby boy said something I hadn't noticed. I was in a state of turmoil, the important thing is that I asked permission not to enter work. Right now my mind is only on the map.

I was taken out of the IGD room to be transferred to the treatment room, along with budhe and Pakdhe Harsono. A few minutes later Aksa followed.

"Le, please take care of the administration." Pakdhe Harsono told my boss to go to the administration counter and was immediately taken by Aksa.

"Awakmu rapopo to Nduk."

(You're okay, son)

I can only shake with my body still shaking. My panic has not gone away. Even the feeling of fear was getting penetrated into every joint and bone.

Budhe Harsono hugged me. While Mr. Harsono helped represent the family to thank Mr. Imam and Mr. RT who had helped help bokap. I could only shake and kiss the back of their hands. My tongue feels bad. It's hard to say just thank you.

All day I was just sitting next to the bed and staring at the bokap with a pushy look. I finally came to my senses when Budhe Harsono's hand gently touched my back.

"Saiki your crew mule sek yo, Nduk! Njupuk'o goods - sek mbok goods needke nang kene. Ben Mas Aksa sing."

(Now you go home, son! Get the things you need here. Let Aksa deliver.)

"Lha ningkang ngentosi the father of kula sinten, Budhe."

(Who is waiting for my father, Budhe?)

I try to reason. I didn't want to leave my seat for even one second.

"I'm karo pakdhe sing nunggokke! Ojo worry yo, Nduk."

(Pakdhe and I will take care of him! Don't worry, son!)

I remember not having a shower this morning. Even my laundry is not finished. With a heavy heart, I obey the words of Budhe Harsono.

"Nitip's horn, Budhe."

(I picked up Dad, Budhe )

Then I salim and kiss the hand of pakde and budhe Harsono.

I walked slowly through the hospital corridor. My body still feels hollow. Even now my head feels dizzy the effects of crying and hunger.

Suddenly I felt Aksa's sturdy hand clutching my fingers. His big, warm hands seemed to be flowing strength to me.

"Quiet Za! Om Bani will be cured soon."

Aksa's words entertained me a little, let alone he called me by my real name. If I had not been hit by immortality, I would have been scouted. After a full moon, my boss finally managed to pronounce my name correctly. Unfortunately I was in a state of turmoil, so I ignored her words just now. I can't ge-er anyway. Who knows, Aksa's speech just now was just to entertain, and there was no more intent.

Tbc