Tidying Up Asa, Inviting Hidayah
37. The Winged Angel
...🌵There will always be a wingless angel helping us when we are in trouble. Consciously or not they are an extension of God's hand so that we can pass the test well.🌵...
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VVIP inpatient room Yogyakarta academic hospital. Two doctors and several nurses were visiting a patient who was being treated. Because it includes special patients, the service to him is also special.
Weeks.
Today is Ghufron's fifth day in an academic hospital. Six platelet sacs are nearly completed transfused. Observations have been made and a team of doctors have been able to make referrals.
“This last bag,” dr. Chandra wrote something on Ghufron's medical record while pointing to a small blood bag, “after this runs out, insyaalloh can go home. Thank God the last examination, the platelet count is normal.”
“Alhamdulillah ...,” says everyone in the room almost simultaneously.
“But still have to double check, yes. A follow-up check schedule and referral letter for spinal cord examination have been made. Administration, payments and everything is already there to take care of. So I'll just go home.”
“Have been booked for follow-up check to the central hospital not yet dr. Chandra?” dr. Hadyan reminded.
“Already, doc. Complete everything I have submitted to the administration section.” Answer dr. Chandras.
“Sorry ...,” pak Haryo interrupted the chat of the two doctors politely, “if you may know, about administration and payment, who takes care of?”
Dr. Hadyan nodded, “actually this is not our priority to explain. We can only tell you that for the guarantee of Ghufron's treatment here it's all on behalf of Mr. Reyfan. You can ask him yourself later.”
“MashaAlloh! Reyfan's Jenar's brother, right, Le?” Mr. Haryo was stunned, “well your sister-in-law's candidate, Le.”
Ghufron nodded at his father's words. Five days and four nights he was admitted to the hospital with good and fast service. Platelet transfusion that was difficult to get easily. A high-class treatment room with all the best facilities, he knew it was impossible to get with the health insurance card he had.
Jenar had already told him about the help provided by Reyfan and Aneesha so that he could get the best treatment at this hospital. However, he still did not know with an extension who all of those things could happen. It is impossible if only done by phone, because lobbying hospital officials is not as easy as negotiating with business people.
Health workers cannot be lured with money or gifts, they will not prioritize patients if it is not an emergency. It is impossible for health workers to move quickly, if no one comes and can lobby the hospital officials themselves.
“Know that her brother Jenar's father lives in Jakarta, right, Le? Then who's taking care of all this, huh? Dad koka press thinker, yo, Le?” (Mr didn't think about it, son?)
Mr. Haryo frowned. As a layman, of course, he could not think of how Reyfan could arrange all the things about Ghufron's care, even though he was in another city.
“Mboten needs beheaded, sir. Skip cobi kulo your tanglet Jenar.” (Not to think about it, sir. I will ask Jeanar.)
Meanwhile outside the room, a bespectacled man was standing glued to his doorstep. He wanted to go in but hesitated. Because he can see the atmosphere inside from the door of the VVIP nursery that is slightly open. He did not want to disturb doctors and nurses who were making regular visits to patients.
It had been a while Hara just stood in front of the door, holding back the urge to come in or just knock. Patiently he waited for the doctor to finish checking, so that his presence did not become a nuisance.
However, not yet the health workers came out of the room, he was already surprised by the arrival of a girl. The girl with the appearance of a Muslimah who looked at her from top to bottom with a probing look. He had seen this girl several times with Ghufron and Jenar.
“Whose father is this? Why stand in front of my sister's room?” Nalini asked with a deep frown and a suspicious look.
“You want to see my sister or what? If you want to look why not come in? Not-don't you spy, huh? My brother is a good man, you know. It is impossible to deal with people like you.”
Hara let out a breath, her ears suddenly hot hearing the question of the girl in front of her who was without pause. Not giving him a chance to answer, just railed at him with many accusatory questions.
“Hospital officer or not? Why don't hospital staff wear uniforms? Why did you just shut up and not answer my question? I became suspicious ... lest you have evil intentions with my sister?”
Hara scratched her eyebrows which of course did not itch, the feeling before coming to the hospital this morning she had taken a shower. Last night he also did not dream anything until he could meet a chatty girl who accused him of being unclear.
“Still can't answer too?”
“Hei!” finally Hara's patience defense collapsed as well, “are you a human or a bird? Ngoceh without pause, how can I answer your question if your question is like a train car?”
“What?” Nalini widened her eyes, did not accept being told by the man in front of her, “bapak why do I bird? Dad's glasses are less thick, huh? Can't distinguish human beings from birds? Or eye father cataract, kali?”
“My eyes are only minus, not cataracts. I can still see clearly up close, even without glasses though.” Hara pointed at the unfriendly-faced girl in front of her, “shape you exactly like a human, but speak you like a bird and you are disrespectful towards an older person.”
“What?” Nalini is getting angry, “my attitude depends on your attitude towards me. Don't blame me for being disrespectful, because you're suspicious.”
“Try saying which part of me makes you suspicious?”
“The father stood still in front of my sister's room, like he was peeking. Make people suspicious.”
“I'm not peeking, I'm here for not bothering Ghufron is being checked. I want to talk to him personally.”
“Speaking what? Why do you have to talk to my sister?”
“I just run the command and I am not ordered to explain to you.”
“Ya Allaah! Swear, duh. What dream I had last night could meet a stiff guy like you this.”
“My husband got unlucky for meeting bird people like you.”
Nalini certainly did not accept what Hara said. There was a mouth war between himself and Hara in front of the nursery. Of course the noise caught the attention of the people inside the room. Mr. Haryo and Ms. Nuning rushed out because they heard her daughter's voice noisily.
“Ono opo to, Lin? Your voice kuwi noisily nganti krungu seko njero.” (What's up, to, Lin? Your voice was so loud that it sounded from inside.)
“Niki sir! Enten tiyang mboten nggenah.” Nalini answered her father's question while glancing resentfully at Hara. (This sir! There are people who are not clear.)
“Sopo to, Nduk?” (Who is it, Nduk?)"
“Mboten ngertos, Buk.” (Not knowing, Mom.)
Hara kept quiet because she did not know what the parents and their daughter were talking about. If they speak in ordinary Javanese maybe Hara understands a little, but in formal Javanese language like that of course Hara does not know the meaning.
Lucky dr. Hadyan came out to hear the commotion that wasn't over. He nodded politely to Hara before greeting, “Pak Hara?”
Sontan Nalini, Pak Haryo and bu Nuning focus attention on dr. Hadyan who spoke politely with Hara, “already from earlier, sir?”
“Pak doctor knows this guy?” Tanya Nalini pointed at Hara's face with her finger. Make bu Nuning bully her, “Lin! It is impolite to point like that same older person!”
“It looks like there is a misunderstanding here,” said dr. Hadyan saw the equally cynical faces of Hara and Nalini, this “pak Hara who takes care of all the needs of Ghufron here. Administration, payment, outpatient room, platelet donor and all. He's a confidant Mr. Reyfan and bu Aneesha.”
“Sorry, with whose son was it?” Mr. Haryo asked politely.
Hara also replied politely anyway, “call me Hara, Sir.”
“Nak Hara want to see Ghufron?”
“Iya. If allowed.”
Mr. Haryo smiled with a hand gesture inviting Hara into the nursery, “ya of course it is okay, son. Whose child can I not find?”
Mr. Haryo embraces Hara into the room followed by Ms. Nuning and dr. Hadyan from behind. While Nalini pensively asked for a moment before coming after entering as well.
Ghufron welcomed Hara's arrival with a big smile, “I thought it was Mr. Hara who helped me. Thank you, Mr.”
Hara just nodded with a flat face expression while giving an envelope, “administration is in order, referral letter from dr. Chandra I have brought, I have registered online for further examination to the central hospital. I also have prepared the car under.”
“See! There is no one as anxious as Mr. Hara for this kind of business. Mr. Hara is always reliable.” Praise dr. Hadyan.
“Obviously doctors, it has become my duty.” Answer Hara flat without the slightest smile, “already trained and experienced.”
Dr. Hadyan nodded confirming, “right too, anyway. So remember the time Pak Hara searched for me a few years ago.”
“Do not discuss doctor! I don't expect the same ending as a few years ago. I hope to deal with you and dr. Chandra.” Answer Hara ketus.
The Ghufron family certainly did not know what Hara and Hadyan were talking about, even though they heard clearly. While Nalini was trying to remember where she had met Hara.
“Have finished doctor?” Ask dr. Hadyan to dr. Chandra had just finished removing the infusion from the back of Ghufron's hand.
“Already, doc.” Answer dr. Chandra brief.
“Then we say goodbye, yes! Let Ghufron get ready to go home.”
“OK, doc.” dr. Chandra patted Ghufron's shoulder slowly, “welcome, yes, can already go home. Hopefully it continues to improve and get better, do not forget the schedule of checks to the central hospital. Let's get healthy quickly, insyaalloh we meet again you are healthy, yes?”
“Aamiin. Insyaalloh, doc.” Answer Ghufron.
“Then we say goodbye, yes.” all medical personnel out of the room after cleaning the equipment.
While Hara, feeling no interest there, she also participated, “please get ready, I wait outside.”
But he has not yet reached the door, Nalini has stopped his steps, “wait, sir! Have we met, huh?”
“Where? When's? Do you remember we met?” Hara just opened her mouth will answer but Nalini already scolded her first, “don't say you have no obligation to tell me where we have met!”
“Lin?” there was a cautionary tone from Ghufron's call to his sister, “sopan same older man, dong!”
“She's just not polite with me, Mas. When I was given this same bird father.” Nalini Gerrutu.
“Lin! Mr. Hara has a name, don't be careless of you! Some time you forget that we have met several times with Mr. Hara.” Ghufron also warned his sister who seemed to dislike Hara's presence.
“oya? Where is Mas?”
“Time in Jakarta, time at the restaurant used to be the same Jenar kept time mas fiancee ..”
“Oh yes, Line remember.” Nalini mangosteen after successfully remembering where she and Hara met. Now he helps his father and mother clean up Ghufron's belongings to take home.
“Sorry, yes, Mr. Hara. Lini forgot because of the appearance of the father alternated, anyway. The time in Jakarta Pak Hara wear a suit, right, huh? Keep fit in the restaurant at that time Pak Hara did not wear glasses, right not, Mas?”
“Iya, right, Lin.” Ghufron replied, “forgive my brother's brazen attitude, yes, Mr. Hara.”
“Nothing,” Hara saw pak haryo and bu Nuning have finished cleaning things, “sorry, if there is nothing I need to help, I should wait outside.”
“One more time thank you, Mr. Hara. Forgive my sassiness to trouble mr.”
“Do not hesitate, here I just run the command.”
Hara left the room, when she heard Nalini muttering about herself, “heran, huh? People as good as Reyfan and mbak Aneesha can have a right hand like that.”
“Lini!” Sergeh Ghufron to prevent Nalini from continuing the murmur. However, his sister is just getting more and more, “Mas Reyfan is handsome, good again. Ma'am Aneesha is also beautiful, simple, friendly and generous, while Pak Hara is stiff like a wooden board.”
“Sstt! Line!”
Hara did not rub Nalini's taunts for herself. He came out of the ward and closed the door in the back. Waiting for Ghufron and his family to come home. This was a task given by Reyfan and Aneesha, he had to make sure that as long as Ghufron was on medication, his family was not burdened.
“Nothing is left behind, right, Lin?” Bu Nuning asked as she exited the nursery leading her son.
“Insyaalloh no, Bu.” Answer Nalini.
“Shortly, Mom. I called Jenar first. He said he wanted to come back from college this morning. Pity that he's here, we're home.” Ghufron said before they left the hospital, taking their cell phone out of their pocket.
Hara offered Ghufron a wheelchair, but Gufron refused. He said he still has his own way. Indeed Ghufron's body looks still fit, the aura of his face was cheerful not pale like a sick person. The way he walked was still steady, absolutely not visible if he was suffering from severe disease.
Not only did Hara prepare the car, but she drove herself, driving Ghufron and her family home safely. He took things down, making sure Ghufron was okay to get home until he could return home quietly.
Before returning home, Hara told her that she would pick up and drop Ghufron off for a follow-up check-up to the central hospital. There was nothing the Ghufron family could do except say thank you and berto’a for the good of Hara. He was like a wingless angel whom God sent to help Ghufron and his family.
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