Tidying Up Asa, Inviting Hidayah

35. Another Surprise's.

🌹Don't be too lulled in pleasure, but don't be too late in grief too. Naturally, because Alloh does not like anything excessive.🌹

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A sad Monday afternoon. The sound of heavy rain from outside the house, noisily raining down on the roof of the house. I just finished taking a shower, rubbing my wet long hair with a towel. I chose clothes that were a little thick to cover my shivering body.

Coming home from college, I got soaked in the rain. I was escorted home by Aina, because Dito did not pick me up. The reckless attitude that is commonly done by young people my age, dare to hit the rain without wearing a raincoat. As a result, my body feels cold until my skin snails.

“Other times if you can't pick up, take an online taxi, Jen. From the rain so, later in the wind.”

I answered the cry of Aunt Yumna from behind the door of the room that was slightly open, “tadi from the campus has not rained, Tan. It's almost there, even deres, the responsibility to stop wearing raincoats.”

“Alesan aja, you are this. If you are sick, a bad aunt is with your mother. Not taken care of you here.” Aunt Yumna went into the room carrying a cup that reflects hot steam while removing the aroma of ginger.

I received a cup containing ginger wedang made by Aunt Yumna, I immediately sipped to dispel the cold air. “Friend, Tan. Not pa-pa, kok.” My answer calms Aunt Yumna's worries.

“Sini! Aunt help you cool your hair.” Without waiting for my approval, Aunt Yumna picked up the towel I had attached to her shoulder.

I automatically sat on the chair holding the cup with both hands, letting the ceramic cup heat run through my cold palm. Slowly I sip again wedang ginger so that my whole body warms up.

“Your hair is good, Jen. Long, thick, no more falling out. Aunty's hair used to be long gini, but since having children so often fall out. Sebel, deh. Finally cut to short.”

“True love long hair, Tan. Mother said, let if it is stroked long, let the caress it like that.”

“Mother you are-there aja.”

Aunt Yumna patiently rubbed my very long hair with a towel. He willingly bent down to reach the end of my hair dangling past the pan-tat. My hair is very long, for many years I only often cut the ends a little so as not to branch, because I really like to lengthen hair.

After the water no longer dripped from my hair, then Aunt Yumna took a hairdryer to dry my hair. My aunt is good, taking care of me like her own son. Said Aneesha, when she lived here too, Aunt Yumna was always attentive.

Unfortunately, in a few days we had to separate. Aunt Yumna must follow Dito to Ternate. I must have lost this understanding motherly figure. I will definitely miss the family atmosphere in the comfortable house of om Dito.

“You can't spend with your father?”

“Iya, Tan. Said dad told me to stay in Magelang, let someone ngawasin it.”

“Away, dong from campus?”

“Iya. Said dad mending far away but there was nothing to fret about. From on close but father thoughts continue.”

“Have a daughter drag it indeed.”

“Daddy is complicated, Tan. Many friends of Jenar who ngekost, in Jogja also many special boarding schools. But I still do not permit Jenar ngekost.”

“Your father traumatized Aneesha incident first, time, Jen. So be more careful with you.”

“Can be, Tan. Dad was really shocked by the incident, did not expect a trusted person for years to want to destroy the father's child.”

“Mean it, you have to take care of yourself. Don't let your father be disappointed with your mother. Make friends with anyone can, but just fine.”

“Insyaalloh, Tan.”

Me and Aunt Yumna were chatting while she was drying my hair. Sometimes he screamed to answer the questions of his sons from outside the room. The ginger in the cup no longer vaporizes the hot smoke, for I have drunk some of it. I saw a cell phone on the table showing flashing lights, a sign of a message coming in.

I extended my hand to get it, because Aunt Yumna was pulling my hair. I open the screen of the phone is dark with a sweep of fingers, I touch the icon of the application sending a message in green. The first thing I opened was a message from Ghufron.

Two of my thumb hung over the phone screen, confused what letters to reply to Ghufron's message. The memory of the words of Dito the other day, the face of Ghufron mas who looks lethargic in cheer, Ghufron story time in the campus cafeteria yesterday. Also about the article I read on the search engine because I was suspicious of the bruises on Ghufron's hands that never went away. It's all like a tape recording spinning in my brain.

I put my phone on the table, ended the chat with my future husband. I raise my head to talk to Aunt Yumna, “Tan! Jenar skipped college tomorrow, okay, yes?”

“Kok, truant? Where are you going?”

“Nemenin mas Ghufron check lab.”

Aunt Yumna was silent, the comb that was used to comb my hair hung over my head. The hairdryer is on but not on my hair. Aunt Yumna seemed surprised to hear my words. Because in our family sentences such as laboratory examinations, lab checks and the like are a frightening specter of a disease.

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I accompanied Mr Ghufron to a laboratory examination at an academic hospital, as per a referral from the clinic where Mr Ghufron had checked earlier. It just so happened that the attending physician was the resident doctor of Ghufron, so we were able to get a detailed explanation but not a scare. Doctor Chandra I think is a doctor who is friendly to his patients.

“You're the young doctor who co-asst here, right?” So was Dr. Chandra's first question when we just walked into her room.

“I'm sure you actually have your own premonition about your condition before doing this laboratory examination,” dr. Chandra gave a piece of paper the results of a laboratory blood test that was undertaken by Ghufron mas.

“What direction, doc?” Ghufron asked after observing the typewriting on the paper with the hospital name on the top.

“Insyaalloh can still be treated with platelet transfusion. But we need to do further tests to find out what kind of damage his blood cells.”

“Do doctors mean spinal cord examination?”

“I gave a referral to do a transfusion, huh? Later directly to the ER only to be immediately handled.”

Ghufron and I looked at each other before Ghufron asked, “have to be today, doc?”

“Ya, if you can as soon as possible. In order to be immediately observed, the type and way of treatment next. You should know, a decrease in the number of leukocytes like this can be caused by many things.”

“But I haven't prepared anything yet, doc. If you have to open-”

I cut Ghufron's words just like that, “I can tell Nalini, Mas. Let him bring a change of clothes for mas-”

“Nduk!” but Ghufron clearly disagrees with my sentence, “mas should talk about this with father and mother first. They do not know anything about mas.” disease

“But, Mas?”

I stopped continuing the sentence because Ghufron shook his head loudly, obviously he had his own considerations about this surprising thing. While all I have in mind is how Ghufron quickly handled, do not be too late.

“Begin only, I write a referral letter first. If you're ready, just come here, okay?”

We left the check room dr. Chandra was both silent. I had no strength to open my voice, though Ghufron still looked cheerful as if he was not sick. I know the diagnosis of dr. Chandra, although not specifically mentioned, definitely leads to serious illness.

I remained silent until we sat side by side in the online taxi that took us home. That makes Ghufron misinterpretation will be my silence,.

“You're angry, Nduk?” I'm shaking. Fishing mas Ghufron asked again, “from earlier you were silent. Why, hem?”

“I don't know what to say, Mom. Mas also from earlier silent.”

“Mas thinks of many things, Nduk.”

“Author transfusion?”

“One of them. You know, right? How many donors for one platelet bag and the cost is not covered by health insurance that you have. Mas worried so the burden of the mind of the same father mother.”

“If cost problem, don't think about it. I can help you, Mas. I have savings.”

“Do not, Nduk. Time has not been anything mas already ngrepotin you.”

I know Ghufron is too smart about the help of the cost. As long as we are friends, I don't spend money once on the road with him. He is most anti-read by women, about anything.

However, this time I did not want to obey his attitude. After I got home, I thought hard how to get Ghufron to be handled as well as possible. I have to make sure my fiance gets the best medical facilities and services.

I should be able to lobby hospital officials to get Ghufron's special treatment. At a time like this, the only thing that passed through my brain was to ask Aneesha for help. With the money and connections she and her husband have, Aneesha can definitely help me.

That afternoon I called my sister. I told you all about what happened to Ghufron. Starting from the bruises that appeared on his body, my chat with om Dito the other day. Also about the results of laboratory tests undertaken by Ghufron mas earlier.

“Leukemia?” The short question Aneesha said I answered only with a nod, but I knew she could not see it.

Brother Aneesha only said one sentence, “insyaalloh Ghufron will get the best treatment,” but I am quite calm.

After Ghufron gave news that he was ready to undergo a transfusion, of course, with the consent of his parents. Dito and I picked him up and drove Ghufron to the hospital. Om Dito would not go to work to come to the hospital, even though I did not ask for it.

When Ghufron was undergoing a series of preliminary examinations in the ER, that's when I saw evidence that Aneesha's sister would not let her be in trouble.

I was sitting in the waiting room with Dito and Bu Nuning, while Mr. Haryo was taking care of the inpatient administration. When several doctors simultaneously entered the ER room and made all health workers stop their activities. One of the doctors said, “patients on behalf of Ghufron al-Ghazali where?”

When the curtain that closed the gurney where Ghufron lay was opened and a nurse came out from inside, the doctor whose hair was a little long said a sentence that made all the health workers in the ER room suddenly busy, “VVIP! Where's the medical record? Have you done any checks?”

The curtain was closed again, Dito and Nuning couldn't see what the doctors were doing in there. Can only hear the simple voices of doctors and health workers who are handling Ghufron mas.

We wait long enough, until the curtain re-opens and a nurse approaches us, “patients will be moved to the ward.”

Just when Mr. Haryo came back from taking care of the administration. We welcome him with frown because Mr. Haryo said slowly, “I can not take care of the administration for Ghufron, he said there is already a deal. I don't know who.”

I put on a deep smile, all this must be Aneesha and Reyfan's sister doing it. I don't know who's extended hand, which I'd be very grateful to them.

We followed the nurse's lead in pushing Ghufron's gurney to move from the ER to the hospital room. I know Miss Nuning and Mr. Haryo whispered to each other, but I kept quiet. It's not time I explained it to them. Later after I confirm with Aneesha's sister, I will talk to Nuning and Haryo sir so that they are not confused.

I stared at the door of the VVIP inpatient room in front of me, which was sealed shut, just after Ghufron's gurney was pushed in by the nurse. We have not been allowed in, because the doctor will do another examination before the transfusion.

Bu Nuning and Mr. Haryo sat on the waiting bench, still whispering to each other. I leaned my back against the wall, closed my eyes while breathing out. Yes Alloh .. All this is like a surprise to me. It came suddenly when I felt like my life was going to be okay.

Another surprise! Hopefully nothing else will surprise me, later ….

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