Tidying Up Asa, Inviting Hidayah
36. Ikhtiar Maximum.
...💐Human duty is effort. Whatever the test, rest assured! All of this is in accordance with his measure.💐...
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Aneesha ended the conversation by phone with her sister, just as her husband entered the room. He looked at Reyfan who was walking closer with a lethargic look. Making her husband extend a hand to rub her soft black magic full of affection.
“What's up? Your face looks sad, like it just got bad news.”
Aneesha nodded while taking her husband's hand. Kissing that huge palm seemed to seek tranquility.
“Jerue just called. He was confused, Jenar said that Ghufron was sick and needed immediate treatment ...”
“Ghufron sick? What pain?” Reyfan interrupted the long sentence his wife said quickly as if without pause. He was a little surprised because the last time he met, Ghufron showed no signs of illness.
“Leukaemia ...”
Aneesha's answer successfully caused a frown on Reyfan's forehead. He parroted his wife's startling remark, “leukemia? How, can?”
To her husband, Aneesha tells the story she heard from Jenar. All he told me about the symptoms, the results of laboratory examinations to the treatment that had to be undertaken by Ghufron.
“Jenar said Ghufron should immediately get special treatment, because the disease-” Aneesha could not continue his sentence. It is an open secret that many people know, leukemia or blood cancer is a terrible disease killer.
It must be treated immediately, because no one knows when the number of red blood cells decreases dramatically and when the number of white blood cells increases rapidly. As is known in general, this disease has no cure. Platelet transfusions and spinal cord donors can only prevent cell damage from getting worse, but cannot treat it as a whole.
“Poor Ghufron, she just graduated. Just become a young doctor, surely there is still much he wants to achieve.” Aneesha turned her head with a sad face, “we must help her, Brother! Neesha does not want Jenar ..”
Reyfan pulls his almost hysterical wife into a hug, “Sstt! You calm down, yeah! We'll help them. I'll make sure Ghufron gets the best treatment soon.”
“Quickest too, Brother!” Aneesha started whining.
“Iya. Best and fastest.”
“Do whatever is important Ghufron can recover!”
The childish nature of Aneesha. If this were the case, Reyfan would not be able to refuse whatever his wife wishes. The most appropriate word term, ‘wish wife, is an order for husband’.
“Later I asked Hamzah how to get Ghufron dealt with.”
“Do not later, Brother. Now!”
“No way, Honey. Hara is on leave, Soleh is not yet reliable so ak-”
Aneesha broke away, giving a disapproving look to her husband. Apparently he did not want Reyfan to refute his wishes, “now, Brother!”
“Sha ..”.
“Now!”
“Yes, okay!” Reyfan took the phone from the top of the nightstand. Swab the screen, momentarily then make a call, “Zah! Where are you? I need help ...” Seeing that, Aneesha smiled with satisfaction.
“That, dong. So the husband must step up! Do not make the wife disappointed, especially if the wife is pregnant again,” praise Aneesha after Reyfan hung up the phone with Hamzah.
Reyfan breathes rough, “lucky again pregnant, if not-”
Aneesha trims her husband's ketus greeting, “What? Brother want what?”
“You take a shower, want to come?” Said Reyfan upset because his wife more and more days, the more can not be postponed if you already have a desire.
“Ih! Brother, how, say that?” Aneesha showed a sad mimic made-up while stroking her bulging stomach, “papi you do not love us, Nak.”
“Aaan, anyway?”
“Tuh, right, Son? You heard, right? Greedy papi, yes, now?”
“Because your mom is bummering. If you already want it can not be postponed.” Reyfan approached, rubbed and kissed his wife's stomach.
“True that's my sister, you know, brother! Naturally, right, I don't want him to trouble.”
“Iya. I know, Darling.” Reyfan reached out, rubbed his wife's chubby cheeks with his thumb, “Udah, yes! Don't think too much! Remember, you are pregnant. Not too much of a thought! Genar problem with Ghufron let me take care of.”
“Thank you, my husband.”
“Sama-sama my wife. Your sister, my sister too. So I can't afford to confuse Jenar myself. He is too young to bear the weight problems.”
“Ah! So more love with sister.”
“Hust, dong! You got a rich, smart, nice husband again. Less what, try?”
“Ya Alloh!” Aneesha patted her own forehead. Actually, he felt moved because Reyfan was so good to help his sister. But it's not Reyfan if the edges don't boast about themselves. Arrogant seems to have become the middle name of Ismail Reyfansyah.
However, Aneesha was very grateful because Reyfan immediately acted to help Jenar. She saw for herself that afternoon her husband had a serious conversation with Hamzah over the phone. Reyfan is also busy contacting anyone who can help Jenar in Jogja. Aneesha also saw with her own eyes, her husband who was so busy taking care of this to make sure his sister was not in trouble.
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The sky of Yogyakarta is not as bright as usual. That afternoon a pitch-black cloud enveloped the student city. A strong wind blew away the dry leaves that fell from the trees on the left right of the road. A girl hastily got off the bike, handed the helmet to the colleague who was piggybacking on her.
“Do not want to be cemented?” Aina asked after hanging the helmet her friend had just worn.
“No pa-pa. From you last night, can not enter the boarding later.” Reply Jenar.
“Ya, already. Let me know if there's anything, yeah!”
Not long after, Aina put forward a motorbike leaving Jenar alone in front of the hospital. After Aina was not seen again, Jenar walked into the large gate of the academic hospital.
The drizzle started to come down. Apparently the clouds are no longer able to hold water vapor, falling drop by drop to hit the earth. Slowly but surely the drizzle turned into a torrential rain.
Jenar sped up the steps while covering her head with one hand. He knew it would not be effective to dispel the rain, his clothes would definitely stay wet. However, he continued to do so until he entered the hospital lobby.
While wiping her wet clothes and hijab, Jenar continued her steps towards the elevator that would take her to the intended floor. The floor where Ghufron was treated.
He had a chance to tidy up his appearance before knocking on the door of the VVIP room. The door opened from the inside, a middle-aged woman greeted him with a warm smile, “Nduk Jenar.”
“Assalamu’alaikum, Ms...” Jenar reached out to kiss the back of Bu Nuning's hand with reverence.
“Wa’alaikum greetings, Nduk. Same who?” Bu Nuning answered the greetings and asked while looking right and left like he was looking for someone.
“Self, Mom. Last delivered friends until front.”
Ms. Nuning grabbed the shoulder of her son-in-law. Guiding Jenar into the room, then closing the door behind.
“Assalamu’alaikum, Mas.”
“Wa’alaikum greetings ..”
Seeing his fiancee coming, Ghufron tried to wake up from sleep after putting down the phone he was playing on. He pulled both corners of his lips together with the steps of Jenar approaching where he was sitting.
“Self?” Jenar nodded in response to Ghufron's question.
“You're wet? Raining outside?”
“Iya. Fitting up front, as it rained down.”
“Not bring an umbrella?” Ghufron's tone of inquiry was high, but concerns were implied.
Jenar. Attempting to distract Ghufron by showing him the white plastic bag he was carrying, “I brought pesenan mas.”
It opens the plastic and takes out its contents, “special ijo bean paste ...”
“Wah!” Ghufron's eyes sparkle when he sees his favorite green bean porridge, “buy in a regular place?”
“Iya, dong. Cak Ahmad's special green bean porridge. Want to eat now? Still anget.”
“Iya, can.”
“I am ready first, yes. There's a bowl, ma'am?”
Jenar smiled as Ghufron's attention, who was about to get angry with her, was distracted. He happily poured the contents of clear plastic into a bowl given by Bu Nuning.
While pouring hot coconut milk on green bean porridge mixed with black sticky rice and fresh bread, he accidentally hit his own finger. Until you have to shake your hand because there is a slight burning sensation. This did not go unnoticed by Ghufron.
“Be careful, Nduk.”
Jenar simply replied with a smile and wiped her hands with a tissue. He actually offers to bu Nuning, “ibu want green bean porridge? I bought 3 earlier.”
“Mother just ate, Nduk. You guys just eat.”
Not answering Nuning's words again, Jenar brought a bowl of green bean porridge to Ghufron. He sat in the chair next to the gurney, positioning himself to feed his fiancee. However, not yet Jenar scoops the porridge, Ghufron has refused, “mas can eat alone, Nduk.”
“Eat by yourself?” Jenar pointed to an infusion attached to the back of Ghufron's right hand. Then his gaze led to a blood transfusion hose attached to his right inner elbow, “ with his left hand? What do you forget, who eats and drinks with his left hand?”
Ghufron thinned his lips, in his heart he was anxious with Jenar who was very sick about aqidah. As far as he knew Jenar, the girl was indeed too complicated when it came to religious rules. As much as possible to do anything according to shari’at in al-qur’an and sunnah.
“I bribe, yes?”
“Why embarrassed? No shame, huh, Mom?” Jenar looked at Ms. Nuning. While Ms. Nuning just smiled without answering anything.
Genar began to feed a spoonful of green bean porridge to Ghufron. Although shy, but ghufron enjoy mouthfuls of green bean porridge that tastes better than usual. If I can be honest he feels happy from the bottom of his heart can feel fed by the girl of his heart.
“Enak, Mas?”
“More delicious than usual, Nduk. Is it because you bribed, huh?”
Jenar could barely hold back her shy smile. He had to duck to hide his heated face. In illness alone, Ghufron was still able to tease him. But Ghufron does not look like a sick person. His speech remains loud, his movements stay fit.
“Sick no, anyway, Mas?” Jenar pointed a hose to insert the blood attached to Ghufron's inner elbow, “it looks swollen, yes, Mas?”
“Sickness just yesterday installed, anyway, Nduk. If it doesn't hurt now.”
“Today's been checked yet for blood?”
“Two times even, until numb I equal a needle. Since yesterday stabbing kept his blood drawn,” grumbled Ghufron after swallowing food.
“Don't do that, dong, Mas. Let the spit heal, right?”
The green bean porridge inside the bowl had been toileted, moving into Ghufron's stomach. Just as Jenar finished washing the bowl and hands, the door was knocked and opened from the outside. Several people dressed in all white entered the room while smiling.
“Assalamu’alaikum, whoa! Someone just ate, huh?” Said dr. Chandra moved closer to where Ghufron was lying.
“Wa’alaikum greetings ..” Answer everyone almost simultaneously.
“How? What is it feeling now?” dr. Chandra took the medical records proffered by a nurse, carefully opening the sheets. A doctor's visit schedule like this is usually used to examine the patient as a whole.
“That's why I want to go home, doc. I used to really want to come to the hospital every day, but now I have changed my mind, doc.”
dr. Chandra chuckled, “you didn't give up being a doctor, did you? Don't-don't be sick, you change your mind don't want to be a doctor again.”
“If it's certainly not, doc. Insyaalloh I still want to be a doctor istiqomah.” Ghufron replied confidently.
“Good.” dr. Chandra gave the nurse a medical record and then checked the infusion and transfusion hose, “swelling, huh? But not pa-pa, do not move his hands much, yes!”
Dr. Chandra took a small flashlight from his suit pocket, asking Ghufron to open his mouth. He performed several thorough examinations, including combing Ghufron's hair with his fingers and examining the color of his patients' fingernails and feet. Then record the medical records for follow-up observation.
"Just don't get any injuries first, yeah. If the toothbrush change, use a brush that has soft fur. Don't let the gums hurt."
Not without reason, dr. Chandra said that, because for people with leukemia, the wound will be difficult to heal. He also noticed that there was swelling of blood vessels in Ghufron's gums.
“This is the third bag, right? The result is good, really. Platelet count is almost near normal. Spirit, huh?”
“It can be copied no, anyway, doc?” Ghufron pointed at the blood bag hanging on the pole. Red liquid drops that come out very slowly, “biar cepet in all, so.”
“Sabar, dong. You don't like something done in a hurry, do you? Enjoy a quiet rest here. Don't think of anything else, focus on your health, okay?”
“Dengerin says doctor, Mas. Don't worry, deh.” Jenar interrupts Ghufron and dr. Chandras.
“Eh! I'm actually curious, you guys are dating or-” dr. Chandra hung up his sentence while staring at Ghufron and Jenar alternately.
Ms. Nuning who had not left the sofa since, saw everything that happened in the room but just kept quiet. Now he's voting, “insyaalloh Jenar is my son-in-law's candidate, doc.”
“Oh! Apparently so. With dr. Hamzah, what are you related to?”
Ghufron frowned, because he did not understand the name mentioned by dr. Chandra, “dr. Hamzah?”
Jenar lowered her head to avoid the sight of probing the ghufron. Yes, I have not had time to tell about Reyfan's help for the smooth treatment process of her future husband. Someone has to answer dr. Chandra, “ehm. Hamzah cousin with me.”
“Oh! If so, Mr Reyfan, who is the brother?”
The strings lowered deeper, “kak Reyfan my sister-in-law.”
“Oh! Yes yes yes.” dr. Chandra nodded his head twice. He took a syringe that was extended by a nurse, “Ghufron, sorry, yes. I took a sample of your blood a little.”
“Take more blood, doc?” Ghufron shows facial mimicry dislikes.
But dr. Chandra replied with a smile, applied alcohol to Ghufron's left arm, then injected a syringe to take a blood sample.
During the blood sampling process, dr. Chandra told me about her friendship with dr. Hamza. About college and co-asst.
“I, Hamzah and Hadyan are alma mater with you. So you guys should respect your sister level.” Seloroh. Chandra, “ada another friend of my generation who has been successful in Jakarta, his name is Birendra. You if you want to take a child specialist can exchange opinions with him.”
But listen to dr. Chandra, in fact can not shift the pain that Ghufron felt due to too often taken blood, “how many more times should my blood be drawn like this, doc?”
“Should be monitored as often as possible, because we have not been able to deduce the type of damage to your blood cells. Thanks, yes.” Said dr. Chandra after getting a blood sample and handing it to the nurse.
“Sick, yes, Mas?” Jenar's question was answered with a scalp by Ghufron, “no more pain, Nduk. It feels like the mas hand from yesterday was stabbed continuously.”
“Propay, Ghuf!” bu Nuning moved closer to where her son had just finished checking in.
Instead of responding to his mother's words, Ghufron actually looked at Jenar who looked sad, “if only syari’at we allow, it feels mas want to hug you, Nduk.”
Jenar lifted her head, returning Ghufron's gaze. He knows Ghufron said it must be because of what he did yesterday. Ghufron would like to thank Jenar for always desperate for him since he was sentenced to be sick until now undergoing treatment.
“If only syari’at we allow, at this time I want to hold the hand of the mas, so that I can feel the pain that I feel as well. Then I will whisper tibbilqulub shalawat in the ear of the mas, without removing the grip of our hands.”
As much as Genar's energy held back so that his eyes did not emit clear liquid. He did not want Ghufron to see him cry, he did not want to lower Ghufron's confidence just because of his bad tears. As much as possible he hid tightness in the chest, because he was too worried about the state of Ghufron.
Ghufron and Jenar were both smiling, but anyone who saw them would have no power not to tear up. Including Ms. Nuning and several nurses who were cleaning medical equipment. They should shrink the corners of the eyes because they are moved. Dr. Chandra rubbed Ghufron's shoulder, intending to strengthen.
“MasyaAlloh .. I was like watching a romantic but religious movie in this room.” Said dr. Chandras.
It has completed all the series of checks on Ghufron. However, it felt reluctant to get out of the room. Because just got an interesting show about two people who love each other, but each other can take care of themselves and their honor.
“Then now read shalawat tibbil qulub for mas, Nduk!” Ghufron picked up the phone, swept the fingers over the screen for a moment then gave it to Jenar, “ before you go home, so that mas can listen at any time.”
Jenar took the phone extended by Ghufron, close to her lips. He took a breath before recording the tibbil qulub prayer.
Allhumma shalli ‘alat Sayyidin Muhammadin
Thibbil qulubi wa
Wa ‘afiyatil abdatni wa syifa-ih
Nualil abshari wa dliy-ihaa
Wa’ala alihi washahbihi wa sallim
“Yes Allah bestows mercy on our lord Prophet Muhammad. As a medicine for the heart and its healer. Body health and healing. As a shining eyesight with its light and may mercy be poured out, bestow upon friends and family.”
Everyone in the room closed their eyes, including Ghufron. Feel the sweet sound of the Genar enter the ear, flow in every blood cell, spread throughout the body to the brain and heart. Tucking do’a on every breath and pulse, served with sincerity.
Yes Alloh …
You are the cure for all diseases, You are the remedy of all medicines. We surrender to You, O Allah .. from prejudice and surrender. Aamiins.
Because the true task of man on this earth is to strive with patience and fear. Accept whatever results given by Allah sincerely ....
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Assalamu'alaikum ....
The friends I love and love. Sorry once again, because the ups are still random and unscheduled.😁
Unlike my previous work, MAMH is indeed every up is fresh type that day. While I have to divide my time with work in RL😁.
Sometimes it's done typed, eh! No time for editing😁. And I can't go up without maximum edit. Especially if prov tetang Ghufron I have to type it very carefully2.
This part alone has been draining emotions, so I tucked sweet stories Aneesha and Reyfan let a little lumer😁 sorry, yes. Because telling personal experiences turns out to be draining.
Not that this story is real, you know, yeah. Staying shy, including the characters.😁 That's ....
Oya, to the friends of the cancer fighters, the spirit, yes! As dr. Chandra, enjoy every process. May it be the way of the fall of sin through pain felt. Keep fighting, insyaalloh Alloh has prepared the best gift😍🤗🤗.
Next chapter, don't wait. Surprise, ya😁. I want to edit the same synopsis cover first. Yesterday criticized the same mas editor, he said not according to the content of the story. Okay, Mas. we change the same cover synopsis first ya😁
So, wassalamu'alaikum....
Warm regards, dear,
Desi Desma/La Lu Na's.
