THERE'S ALWAYS A LEANING PLACE

The Painful

“Tadi Mas Edi said that Mas Kiki is in love again. Who is in love with?” ask Mira kepo.

“Friends. If you agree, we help decetin them,” replied Edi without turning his head.

“Who does Mas Edi mean?”

“Salsa. He admitted that he liked Salsa.”

Mira looked surprised. It seemed like something was weighing down on his mind. However, it seems like Mira is hesitant to reveal it.

“Kok silent? Do you think Kiki doesn't match Salsa?” ask Edi after no response from Mira.

“Aaa—not, not so.” Mira answered with a bit of nervousness.

“Then?”  chase Edi.

Mira took a deep breath several times to calm herself down.

“Salsa is actually heartbroken.”

Edi did not respond. He let Mira tell the full story.

“Salsa loves Mas Azka. Actually it's been a while. The reason he went to college was one of them to strengthen himself with Mas Azka. But, Meli's arrival dashed her hopes. He had been sick because of his love clapping one hand.”

Edi is still waiting for the continuation of Mira's speech.

After taking another deep breath, Mira continued, “Till now, her heart is still injured. He's a minder, Mas. Salsa does not deserve to be loved. At Mas Azka's wedding, Salsa met a guy. It seems, the guy is also heartbroken because of the marriage of Mas Azka and Meli. He often saw Meli with a gaze how , so.”

“Salsa likes that guy? What's name?” ask Edi.

Mira shook her head. She glanced at Edi, her husband who was still looking ahead while holding the wheel.

“We also do not know who the guy is,” replied Mira.

“Then, what does this have to do with Salsa?” chase Edi.

“Salsa has an interest. However, he immediately removed it. He doesn't want to be close to a guy. Fear of heartbreak.”

“If the guy is really dear, he has good intentions, of course he comes asking nicely. He will not hurt the heart of his beloved woman.”

Mira smiles. His heart is like ice.

“That's not much. Salsa is not yet sure there are still such men who love her sincerely.”

“Means I'm a rare human being, huh?” edi gumam.

Mira chuckles. He understood what Edi meant.

“Patut made into a museum collection dong!” chirps Mira.

“Internally!” sahut Edi while scrambling mira hijab.

“Ih, Mir's hijab is falling apart,” grumbled Mira.

Edi glanced at his wife with a smile then responded, “Salah herself teased. My time deserves to be a museum collection. Uh, do you think our intention is to help Kiki not?”

Mira was silent again. It's like he's thinking.

“According to Mira, it's best that Mas Kiki be patient.don't approach Salsa just yet! Let him heal his wounds, restore his confidence. He's not the type of person who can move on quickly like me.”

Edi looked at Mira. He looked at Mira with a momentary astonished look. Then he refocused forward.

“You mean?”

“E—ma—I mean I, I am not the type of person who easily slumped then difficult to rise again,” replied Mira.

“Almost I'm flabbergasted. I don't want Mas Edi to know that I ever had a crush on Mas Farhan.”

“I thought you were heartbroken like Salsa. If ever, I wouldn't be a problem. The important thing is that you take care of your heart for me,” Edi said as she stepped on the brake pedal. They've reached the beautiful little palace.

Mira didn't come down immediately. After opening the seat belt, he shifted his seat to face Edi. He looked at the face of the husband.

Feeling noticed, Edi did the same. After the seat belt is removed, he takes his seat. Their eyes clashed with each other. I don't know who preceded, the lips of the couple had clashed, twisting each other.

*

The vibration of the device repeatedly disturbed Mr. Haris's sleep. The man got up to pick up the thing that was constantly vibrating. It seems there was a call.

“Assalamualaikum,” said Mr. Haris in a hoarse voice.

....

“Iya, I'm Haris. Sorry, who is this from?”

.....

“What? Yes take it there! I'm coming soon.” Mr. Haris' voice sounded panicked.

....

“Waalaikumsalam.”

“Ay, get up,” he said while gently patting Ms. Aisyah's leg.

With three claps, Mr. Haris had managed to keep Ms. Aisyah awake. His eyes blinked several times resisting the glare of the room lights.

“Lho, how come it's neat? What time is it?” asked Bu Aisyah with a hoarse voice typical of people waking up.

“New hours 2. Dad's going to the hospital.”

“There is a patient?”

“Yes, Eyang Probo. ART is taking him to the hospital.”

“Mother can come?” asked Ms. Aisyah expectantly.

“Besok. Now let Daddy go there. Later I will tell the condition of Eyang. Dad's leaving first! Take good care of yourself!”

Miss Aisyah nodded. He kissed the husband's right hand with a kiss on the forehead.

Shortly thereafter, the sound of a car engine drifting away. Miss Aisyah immediately closed the door. He did not return to the room, but to the family musala. After the circumcision prayer, prayers were offered including for the recovery of the father-in-law.

Meanwhile, as soon as the hospital arrives, Dr. Haris goes straight to the IGD. His arrival was only five minutes from his father's arrival. The guard doctor also invited Dr. Haris to deal with Eyang Probo.

After a series of examinations, Haris' doctor went out to look for ART that delivered his father.

“Bi Sumi, what lately father is not regularly eating it?” ask Dr. Haris about 40 years old.

“Ndoro sepuh dahar regularly, really. Only, the menu is more often coconut milk and made from meat. He rarely dahar dahar green vegetables and fruit, Doctor sir,” Bi Sumi explained. (dahar\= eat; kerso \= want)

Mr. Haris took a long breath. There seemed to be a heavy burden trailing his mind.

“I'm sorry, Mr. doctor,” said Bi Sumi.

“Bi Sumi is innocent of just following dad's will. Yes, Bi Sumi just went home with the driver. After the lab results came out, it was likely that the father was taken to the ICU. “

The woman nodded. He obeyed the words of Dr. Haris to go home.

Mr. Haris went back to his father's check-room. The eyes of the more than 70-year-old man still appeared to be closed.

Doctor Haris had a brief discussion with the doctor and nurse. After all conveying the results of the examination, the Eyang Probo was moved to the ICU room.

Doctor Haris looked at his father with a sad look. There is a feeling of guilt in the heart. He did not accompany his father in his old age.

Once again the senior doctor who holds the position of the head of the hospital examined the condition of the Eyang Probo. After being sure, he went out to see the guard.

“Mbak, I tipped my father,” he said.

“Ready, doc,” replied a girl about 25 years old.

Mr. Haris stepped foot into the hospital musala. There is still time to do the qiyamulail. While walking, he typed in a message and sent it to his wife and children.

Five minutes later, Mr. Haris was already in a building measuring 8 X 10 meters. He entered into a long dialogue with the Khalik.

While at the Via residence, the young mother had just put her baby back to sleep, which was awakened by thirst. He saw a message coming in on Farhan's device. He also brought the flat object to the owner who was reading the scriptures.

Via sat next to Farhan. Her husband finished his reading.

“What's up, Love? How do I bring HP here?” farhan asked, closing the Quran.

“Via see no message from dad. Via is sure it is important because it is not usual for me to send a message at this time.”

Farhan received his thing. His fingers opened the screen and read his father's message.

“Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi rojiuun,” whispered.

Despite his ominousness, Via could still hear Farhan's whisper. He looked at his husband with question marks.

“What happened?” ask Via.

“Eyang Probo is sick. It was about 2 hours ago taken to the hospital and is now being treated in the ICU.” room

“What pain?” Via asked back.

“Dad did not explain. I'll ask you directly.”

“Hubbiy when to go to the hospital?”

“After dawn prayers. Love does not have to come, yes. Pity Zayn if left at this hour. It will be a little afternoon if you want to look,” Farhan's advice.

Via nodded in agreement. In his true heart he was uneasy worrying about Eyang Probo.

***

Did anyone miss Azka? Although LDR is still friendly. Look at the CS1 novel Kak Indri, yes!

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