Thunder on Earth Love

Inner Bond

Thunder awake in the middle of the night. His feelings suddenly did not calm down. He saw the glass on the empty nightstand. He needed a drink to ease his uneasy feelings.

The sturdy legs of Thunder walked towards the kitchen. Pouring drinking water in a glass. I don't know why his feelings are getting so bad. Fear of something he does not understand. Fear of losing something valuable.

The turmoil of feeling led his mind to remember one name. There was no contact between them all day. Has something happened? A belief leads to positivity. Don't want to think bad.

Thunder decided to go back to the room. But the move came to a halt as his gaze led to the family musholla. His heart moved there. Remembering the advice of someone who had become his friend and also the husband of the person he loved. Love often plays with his heart.

If unrest and unrest overshadow your heart and mind. Then, pray! There is no such thing as a beautiful word do'a. Convince your heart to the enormity of the power of the do'a. The light of prayer knows where you are going. There is no doubt! Set your heart in prayer. God always knows what is best for us.

Thunder took a cocoa shirt and a sarong. Then take the water wudlu. Guntu held prayer with full confidence. Cold air touched the recesses of his soul. Gives an indescribable comfort. Each movement of his prayer provides a sensation of pleasure that contrasts with the coolness created in him. This time he was very comfortable in his worship.

Yes Rahman...

You have power over our hearts and souls

You wrote down every fates of the destiny of human life

If love is our reality

Keep him in the shade of your Grace

Even though destiny has no will

But you are the Almighty

You want to change everything

Guard him with your love

Nothing is impossible in your power

There is no love as deep as your love

So give her that love

O owner of love above all love.

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"Hallo Fahmi! You go to the cafe now take care of the mess there. Do not let any media carry news. You have to clean everything up neatly. And also libel employees for the next three days." Gibran turned off his phone.

Fahmi was surprised by Gibran's remarks. Because he doesn't know what happened at the cafe. He followed Gibran's orders immediately. Doing what he had to do.

In front of the emergency room, three people were looking forward to anxiety. Concerns rule the people there. In the team doctors are trying to fight for a life.

Ririn and Arif sit in the waiting chair. Gibran also contacted a doctor he knew at the hospital.

A short time later the doctor and nurse came out of the room talking.

"After the results of the blood test came out, immediately contact the pharmaceutical department to prepare an antidote for poison" said the doctor.

"Good Doc!" The nurse quickly passed by carrying a tray containing medical instruments and blood samples.

"How is Shafa Dok? Why do doctors call poison?" ask Gibran impatiently.

"You'd better talk to Dr. Ridwan. He's waiting inside." The doctor also left.

Gibran goes inside immediately. Surprise immediately came to dominate him. The storm seemed to flatten his soul with the ground. Dropped his soul in such a way. Took him to countless nightmares.

His eyes widened to see his body lying weakly in blue in some parts. One of his arms was wrapped in bandages.Gibran was very familiar with the face that is now without the hijab. Maybe because of medical treatment, the nurse took off her hijab. Her clothes were also changed with hospital clothes. Black hair is long and half wavy. Nose between the sweet cheeks. Beauty belongs to her little girl. Yesterday he had doubts about his opinion of the girl. But now the doubt is gone.

"Clara.." Gibran smirked with a crystal spindle sliding his cheek.

"Gibran" Doctor Ridwan patted the shoulder of the young man who was staring fixedly at the girl in front of him.

The young man woke up and wiped his tears. "How's Dok doing?" asked Gibran after all his might had taken control of him.

Dr. Ridwan felt heavy saying the results of the medical examination. About the bad possibilities that could have crossed. Then leave a deep pain.

"This girl's body is poisoned, it looks like the knife that hit his arm has been covered with poison" said the doctor.

"But he can still be helped, can't Doc?" The urate of anxiety was evident from Gibran's tone of speech.

"We're trying. Although we have given the drug as an inhibitor, but the poison still works. The poison in his body is quite deadly. Slowly the poison will damage the organs in the body."

"Why is her skin color blue Doc?" Worry is raining down on Gibran's soul.

"It is also due to the working influence of toxins that attack the bloodstream. It causes abnormalities like people who have heart disease. Blood in the patient's body does not work properly. Dirty blood flow and clean blood flow are mixed. That's why the blue color appears on this girl's body.

Whereas if the body is normal, clean blood flow containing oxygen will flow throughout the body and dirty blood flow that does not contain oxygen will be flowed to the lungs to be given oxygen. If these two bloods get mixed up like this. The patient lacked oxygen supply in his blood" Dr. Ridwan said. His eyes also looked at the critical condition of his patient's body.

"It's likely that this girl will only last eight hours or twelve hours at most" he said.

"Hurry and give him the antidote, Doc. He's gotta survive." Gibran held Doctor Ridwan's shoulder firmly. His emotions are unstable.

"We're trying to get Bran. But we need time to study this poison. Moreover, this poison is very dangerous," said Dr. Ridwan.

Gibran bowed limply resting on Shafa's nursing bed. Did he lose his little girl?

Gibran follows Dr. Ridwan to his room. Before leaving Gibran advised Ririn and Arif not to enter Shafa's room until he returned.

To get to the address of the healer given by Dr. Ridwan, it takes at least an hour. Gibran tried his best to make the most of time.

The streets are still quiet because it is still early in the morning. The journey of Gibran.

At three o'clock in the morning Gibran was back in the hospital with an antidote from the healer. He had to bang on people's houses when they slept. Fortunately the healer understood the emergency if someone was exposed to the poison. The doctor immediately formulated the medicine after reading the medical report given by Gibran.

When he reached Shafa's room, Gibran saw Ririn sobbing. Arif tried to calm his friend. Gibran walked in without asking what was going on.

"Thank God Bran, you're coming. Shafa's situation is getting weaker. He should get a poison cure soon. The medical team has trouble making an antidote" said Dr. Ridwan.

Gibran immediately gave the medicine he was carrying. The doctor told him to wait outside.

Gibran's body and soul seemed to go limp, he sat on his knees on the floor while grabbing his own hair. It was so chaotic in just a few hours. Shafa must play with death for his sake.

"Gibran.." call the doctor.

"How's Doc?" ask Gibran lirih.

"Right now Shafa is more stable thanks to the antidote you brought. We wait for the development until tomorrow morning. After this he'll be transferred to the nursing room."

"Please give me the best care, Doc!"

"definitely Bran. That's our job. Rest." Doctor Ridwan patted Gibran on the shoulder before waltzing away.

"You go home first. Tomorrow morning we'll be here again" Gibran told Ririn and Arif.

"But our boss wants to see Shafa first" Ririn said.

"alright. Only Ririn can get in."

"Lha my Boss?" ask Arif.

"Shafa is not wearing a hijab right now. So you don't go in first" replied Gibran coldly.

I would also like to see Shafa without the boss hijab. It must be more beautiful. Arif murmured in the heart.

After that, Ririn and Arif went home. Looks like the sisters are preparing for Shafa's transfer in the nursery.

Gibran contacts Fahmi to retrieve Shafa's goods left behind at the Cafe.

Soon Fahmi arrives with Shafa's goods. Gibran did not allow Fahmi to enter.

Gibran checks Shafa's bag and he finds a blue shawl. Then put it on the girl's head. At least it could cover Shafa's aurat.

Gibran invites Fahmi to discuss the problem of Cafe in Shafa's ward. At least the VIP room that Shafa occupies provides convenient facilities.

*****

Shafa felt like he was in a beautiful and comfortable place. A garden with colorful flowers. Beautiful butterflies flying. Shafa cheerfully chased after her. I think he was really happy in that place. Nothing weighed on his mind there at all. Only peace is created in that place.

While chasing the butterfly, he saw someone standing looking at him with a smile. His face was bright white. His hands were waving towards Shafa.

"Fachri.." exclaimed Shafa with an indescribable happiness. Without waiting for long, Shafa has been squandering Fachri's embrace.

"I miss you so much, Fachri. Don't go again! Don't leave me alone!" Shafa sobs in Fachri's arms. No voices are coming. It was just that he could feel a soft caress on his head and some warm kisses there.

Shafa stretched his arms up looking up at Fachri's face who was now smiling at him. "I'm so happy to see you again. I want to go with you. Nothing will ever separate us again."

Fachri shook his head, a sign that he did not approve of Shafa's request. Yes, the man just smiled without saying a word.

"Why Fachri? I don't want to part with you anymore. Take me away, Fachri" said Shafa begging.

Fachri just smiled at Shafa while pointing in the other direction. Shafa followed the direction where Fachri's finger was pointing. There's a man standing there. It seems like he's waiting for someone. Shafa could not see clearly who the man was. Because his gaze was blocked by the white fog and the man there stood behind him.

Slowly Fachri took off Shafa's hand. He stepped away leaving Shafa nailed to his place. "Don't go Fachri, I beg you!" shout Shafa.

Fachri looked as if he just turned his head with a smile, his hands pointing again at the man across the street. Then it disappeared behind the white fog. Shafa was about to catch up but his legs were not willing to step. He could only shout Fachri's name.

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