Tidying Up Asa, Inviting Hidayah

33. No Time To Take A Rest

🍁 I feel like I'm lost in that field. For as long as I could see, it was just a stretch of barren, empty, uninhabited fields. Not wanting me to settle into this arid expanse, my soul felt I had to find my way home. Even though I know, the road I'm going through isn't as easy as I thought.🍁

Hara's.

The longer I stayed at Wawan's house, the more I couldn't understand about my own feelings. I often wake up in the early hours of a quiet day, when everyone is still wrapped in blankets. Like someone woke me up, but the whole house was still asleep.

When I heard the sound of screaming from the mosque loudspeakers, I wondered why my chest always rippled violently. There's a foreign feeling that sneaks up and I don't know what it is. That feeling was like pushing me to sharpen my ears to live the cry.

I could no longer stand by when Nabila and Akmal found me driving away the turmoil every time I heard Naufal read a series of do’a before going to sleep. I could no longer lie to them about how I felt, about what made me decide to leave my job in Jakarta, to find peace.

Neither Pak Wawan, mbak Nabila nor mas Akmal immediately gave conclusions about my story. They were quite wise, asking me to feel at once as hopeless. They are willing to help, but the final decision is in my hands.

“If you can say, maybe deep down your heart wants to be like us. But we can't force it, Hara. Because faith is not something that can be forced.” That's what Nabila said when I told her about my race.

“If I switch beliefs to be like you guys, is it possible do’a me up to mama there?” I asked at that time.

“It's not that easy, Hara.” Mas Akmal shook his head, “Alloh granted do’a people who berto’a confidently to Him.”

“That means, only do’a of those who believe in Him is what Allah hears. Where may Allah grant do’u, while you do not trust His presence.” Pak Wawan craved an explanation from Akmal.

“Then what should I do?”

“Yakini first in your heart, love Islam first to the bottom of your heart, feel the presence of Allah even though you can not see Him, like you feel the air is formless, colorless and not in the form of.”

“Islam is not just about pronouncing two sentences of shahadah, but there are things to believe, namely 6 things. Allaah, the angel of Allaah, the book of Allaah, the Prophet and Rosul, the last day as well as the qodlo and the qodar."

“If it's all you already believe and love, then without us asking you would be happy to say two sentences of shahadah.”

“Where can I get confidence about it all, Sir?”

“Learn, Hara! Find out about Islam, not just from reading the most up-to-date book or search app of the century. But learn from the teacher who can lead you.”

I have gone through days of searching with many discussions and books. I was willing to spend more money just to buy books with thick pages that would quench my thirst.

Not only that, I also often listen to the lectures of the kyai-kyai through the me-tube application. Whatever I do to satisfy my curiosity about the religion embraced by my mother and family, Pak Wawan.

But it turns out it's not an easy thing. True said Mr. Wawan, finding out about Islam, I can not just do it by reading books, discussing or watching the lectures of the kyai. Mbak Nabila said, I need a teacher who has extensive knowledge and can guide me. He asked me to stay at the kyai Ali boarding school so I could concentrate on finding out and learning about Islam.

However, when it was just a little I reeled in the peaceful atmosphere of the pesantren. When I can almost adapt to the activities there that seem to be non-stop. Reyfan gave me a surprising order.

It seems I am not destined to think about my own life. Because when I was pulled over from the hustle and bustle of the world that actually makes me lonely, I still could not get peace. Apparently I still have to take care of other people's problems, precisely Reyfan's problem.

That afternoon I was helping Mbak Nabila peel cassava to make a camplon. Today, the pesantren is having a joint grave pilgrimage, so I chose to go back to Wawan's house rather than alone in the pesantren.

When Naufal ran from the house, he showed a loud phone. I realized that I had not been able to leave my job to seek tranquility.

“Om! Om! Hpne muni.” (Hpnya sound.)

I just caught a glimpse. Reyfan's name was clearly on the screen, but because my hands were dirty I ignored. Anyway, I told her the other day, not to be bothered on leave.

“Oh! Let alone, not important,”

Naufal gave up his hp, the boy took a short stool and sat not far from me. The sound of the ringing call had stopped, he continued watching his favorite puppet show. A moment later, the boy again showed me the phone screen, “Om! Muni meneh.” (Look again.)

I want to ignore the call again, but mbak Nabila asked me to lift it, “who knows it is important, Hara.” said mbak Nabila.

I left the activity of peeling yams, washing hands before asking for the cellphone that is still carried by Naufal. My phone has stopped ringing, displaying hundreds of notifications of incoming messages and calls. The little boy protested when he gave me a phone, “mengko watch meneh, you know, Om.” (Let's watch it again, you know, Om.)

“Iya, later.” I rubbed his head before I sat myself on the floor.

I opened the most popular messaging app right now, ignoring some of the incoming messages. Just want to open dozens of chat from Reyfan only. Mbak Nabila is right, there must be an important thing if Reyfan repeatedly sends a message that at first glance the point is the same.

[Hara! Pick up the phone, it's important!]

[Please Hara! Just lift it up for a second.]

[Hara, please! It's about someone's life.]

At first Reyfan's message was still ordinary though impressed hurry, but for a long time he seemed impatient because I never picked up the phone.

[I will kill you right now, if you still ignore my call!]

I did not continue reading until the end, I immediately touched the phone icon at the top of my chat room with Reyfan. I can't believe Reyfan's voice sounded as though he was being hunted by something.

“Alhamdulillah! You finally came to your senses, Hara. I thought you didn't love life until you dared to ignore my call.”

“What's up?”

“This is important, Hara! Help u! Find platelet donors for patients in VVIP room number 1A academic hospital Jogja. Hamzah can't go there right away, but he's been asking Hadyan.” for help

“Who is sick?”

“Don't ask much! Quickly depart! You take care of all his administration. You get it, right, I mean?”

“But I should know-,” I did not so continue the sentence, because it sounded the tone of the phone connection disconnected from across there, “Rey! Rey!” Reyfan disconnected the phone unilaterally. Confused me what to do.

“It's okay, Hara.” I feel there's a worried tone to Nabila's answer, but I don't have time to think about it.

Without much consideration, I went into the room to change clothes. A little later I came out again. The one thing that went through my brain was Aneesha, she was the only person who could make Reyfan this sweet to contact me who had obviously asked him for leave. Did something happen to Aneesha? But why in Jogja? aren't they in Jakarta?

Uh! I don't know, I'd better get to the hospital as Reyfan tells me. The only way I can get there quickly is to borrow Nabila's motorcycle. There's no way I'm waiting for a cab, right? Time will be wasted.

“Mbak? Can I borrow a motor?”

“Yes. Just wear it, Hara. Just a moment to get the key and the letter.”

I received the key and letter of the vehicle given by mbak Nabila while ordering, “be careful, yes, Hara. Don't forget to let me know if you need anything.”

Without answering Nabila's words, I took a helmet, then immediately went out of the house. I drove the motor matic of a million black people at full speed. Tracing the crowded jogja-magelang road smoothly. I had time to put directions on the phone, when stopped at the traffic light sign red. Wishing God to protect me on this hasty journey.

When I got to the hospital, I found out why Reyfan's voice sounded so panicked. I saw a girl standing on her back against the wall. He stared at the door of the VVIP room in front of him, like he was lamenting something.

Not far from where he was standing, I saw a pair of men and women sitting in a waiting chair. The two of them seemed to be talking seriously, while occasionally looking towards the tightly closed door of the room. Comeon! What the hell is this really?

“Pak Hara?”

I looked up when I felt a pat on the shoulder. It is friendly to dr. Hadyan Dananjaya greeted me, I replied with the same nod. Specialist doctors who several years ago handled Mr. Reza, now we meet again for the health of others.

“I've been waiting for you from earlier, let's talk in my room.”

 I turned to the front of the VVIP room before following dr. Hadyan. The girl and the middle-aged pair were no longer there. They probably went into the room, saw who was being treated.

“I do not know if the patient has a relationship with dr. Hamzah and Mr. Reyfan.” Said Dr. Hadyan after inviting me to sit face to face with her.

“Two days ago, he did a laboratory examination here. I also just found out the results earlier, after reading the patient's medical record.” Dr. Hadyan handed me a map containing several sheets of paper.

I opened it, read the first sheet of medical records. However, all I can understand is the identity of the patient. While typing the letters below I can not understand. Foreign names such as haemoglobin, platelets, leukocytes, erythrocytes, hematrocrit, and a series of other terms that are not so familiar to me make my eyes blur.

“This means how?” I handed the map back to dr. Hadyan, because the contents of the paper even made my head dizzy.

“Let dr. Chandra who explains.” Said dr. Hadyan, along with the door of the room, opened and a man dressed as a doctor appeared, complete with glasses perched on his nose.

“Happy afternoon? I'm Chandra.”

The man reached out to me, immediately I welcome to shake his hand, “Siang, I am Hara.”

“I handle this patient,” dr. Chandra took the medical records I just put on the table. He then began to explain, “according to laboratory results, the platelet content in the blood of patients is below the reference value. While the leukocyte content exceeds the amount that should be. This can cause the length of the healing process in case of injury, bleeding to blood clotting hing-”

Listen to dr. Chandra just my head becomes more dizzy. Like there was a tangled thread in my brain that was getting complicated because I could not digest the explanation. So I just cut the word dr. Chandra, “sorry, doc. It could be simpler, roughly what happened and what should I do.”

“Begini, mr. Hara .. My initial diagnosis, the patient suffered blood cell damage. So the number of leukocytes is produced in excess, while the production of platelets or red blood cells is very small. You should know, leukocytes or white blood cells are needed to form the immune system that functions to fight bacteria, viruses, fungi and other disease-causing parasites. However, if the amount is excessive, it will cause a negative impact.”

“So Reyfan asked me to look for a platelet donor ... what's because of it?”

“That's second opinion if the platelet supply in this hospital is not enough for transfusion later, hopefully it can meet. It takes at least six bags until the platelet count meets the reference standard.”

“What's different with regular blood transfusion?” I had to untangle the tangled threads in my head, to know what to do after this.

“Deda, Mr. Hara. All the patient needs is red blood cells only, if the usual transfusion of all blood components including white blood cells will come in. While the number of white blood cells in the patient's body is excessive. It takes about 5-6 donors for one bag of platelets.”

“Then what should I do?”

“Trombocyte transfusion takes longer than regular blood transfusion, so the patient should stay a few days here. We also need to make observations on the condition of the patient, so a fee-” is required

I cut out the words of dr. Chandra, cost shouldn't be a problem for Reyfan and Aneesha. If that's what's worried, “cost is not a problem for us.”

“Not just a matter of cost, Mr. Hara. But we have to do a spinal cord examination, in order to be able to do further treatment. Coincidentally the facilities in this hospital are not adequate to perform bone marrow examination.”

“I've talked to Hamzah, I recommend patients to do spinal cord examination at the central public hospital. Later Hamzah can also work on donors if needed.” Said dr. Hadyan added to dr. Chandras.

“What's that bad about having to look for a spinal cord donor?”

“That we can only decide after obtaining the results of the follow-up examination. For a while all we could do was transfusion platelets ...”

I threw my back on the back of the chair, my shoulders were perfectly broken. What the fuck? Do I have to go back to dealing with doctors and hospitals like a few years ago? No. gabe. Not now! I am in a time of self-seeking and conviction why did this tragedy come at such an inopportune time?

Waitaminute! Suddenly I remembered the words of Kyai Ali the other day, when I drove her to attend a lecture in the Klaten area. He said, “every event that happens on this earth, already written in the book of lauhul mahfudz. The destiny that Allah created is not without reason, there must be wisdom in every event. There must be a plan that Allah keeps secret, just so that we always believe and fear Him.”

It seems that I am not destined to end my journey in the framework of this search. Looks like the path I took is still far away, obstacles will still continue to block. There really was no time for me to rest, I had to keep going. Looking for a way out of the arid field. For no destiny is joking, it all happens by His decree.

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Seriate....

Sorry, the groove is like a jump and there is a mystery hehe. It was all my plan, so enjoy it, yeah.😍😍😊