Tidying Up Asa, Inviting Hidayah

40. The end of a task.

🍁There is no destiny that invites joking. Because God gives us what we need, even if we don't want it.🍁

Hara's.

Taking care of the hospital administration and all sorts of matters of examination, it's not a difficult thing for me. Because I've done it a lot, I've trained for a long time for this kind of problem.

However, finding a platelet donor is not easy. Unlike looking for a blood donor in general, because all it takes is platelets, other blood components do not. If only without the help of Hamzah, Hadyan and Chandra, I would not have been able to find a platelet donor for Ghufron.

I may not care about the platelet needs that Ghufron needs. After all, he's not who I am. Simply doing what Reyfan asked for, has already aborted my obligations. There's no need for me to go to great lengths to save Ghufron. I would have nothing to lose anyway had Ghufron not survived.

However, when I saw for myself how Ghufron struggled with the pain of being repeatedly sampled, the door to my heart was knocked. Especially when looking with my own eyes how familiar and mutually unfortunately the Ghufron family.

Mr. Haryo who willingly did not go to the office to take his eldest son to seek treatment. Ms. Nuning always provides healthy food whenever I come. Also Nalini, the young girl who always encouraged her brother. It was heartless to let Ghufron fight his own illness.

Ever since I found out she was sick with leukemia that I didn't know how bad it was, I tried to help as much as I could. I got him a platelet donor, I got him checked, I accompanied him during a blood transfusion that I thought was painful. However, he still displayed a happy face like he did not feel the slightest pain. The strange man I've been seeing all this time already knows he has a severe illness but he doesn't want to look sick.

The Central General Hospital (RSUP) dr. Yogyakarta Sardjito.

Since this morning there have been many people waiting in line for treatment. This hospital is one of the national referral hospitals in Yogyakarta. No wonder there are always many visitors every day.

Together with Mr. Haryo and Nalini I drove Ghufron to do a follow-up examination at the hospital that has the superior facilities of this integrated cancer service. Ms. Nuning could not attend, as she did not obtain permission from the principal where she taught. We sat with hundreds of people who also had the same goal of wanting to be healthy, Ghufron looked calm with closed eyes and earphones attached to both ears.

“It's soon your turn.” I said slowly, but I'm sure Ghufron listened to him because he nodded his head.

“You should remove the earphones before entering the room.”

Actually I was curious about what Ghufron was listening to, because he had not removed earphones from his ears. But let me ask you something that is none of my business.

“Without me off can still be checked, right, Sir?”

“Can, but it will be better if you loose. Aren't you more comfortable checking without those earphones?”

“Justeru I feel calmer if checked while listening like this, Mr.”

“What are you listening to?” I finally asked something that was none of my business but made me curious.

“Pak Hara want to hear?”

Without waiting for my answer, Ghufron removed the earphones from her right ear and placed them on my ear. I heard the sweet voice of a girl humming.

“Name shalawat tibbil qulub, I often read it when I was sick.” Ghufron said without asking if I want to hear the explanation or not, “ini Jenar voice. Tuny, right? I feel calm this horror, it feels like Jenar is here.”

I removed the earphone from the ear, placed it in Ghufron's hand. “Just hear a song like that you can calm down? Or because it's the voice of Jenar?” my many.

Ghufron straightened up, his fingers moved over the phone and he removed the earphones from his ears.

“In religion I read shalawat for the prophet has the intention of’ or ask Allah SWT for his prophet Muhammad SAW prospera.”

“What does reading shalawat have to do with your illness? Is it by reading or listening to shalawat, your disease can be cured?”

Ghufron turned his head while patting my thigh once, “pak Hara!” call him. Automatically make me look, until our faces face, then he began to explain, “i am just an ordinary human being who does not escape from sin and error. In Islam, we highly expect the intercession of the prophet to ease our path in the hereafter.”

I frowned because I did not know what Ghufron meant, “what is the intercession?”

“Intercession is the help of prophet muhammad SAW with the permission of Alloh SWT to relieve or free mankind from punishment.”

“Why should you expect intercession from the prophet? Wouldn't it be better for you to’a yourself to God?”

“Islamic people berto’a by hoping for the intercession of Rosululloh SAW in the last day, that is because he is a great intercessor with the permission of Alloh.”

I smiled faintly, grumbling half annoyed, “if I were you, at this moment I was already angry with God. How can He give disease but there is no cure.”

“Astaghfirulloh, Mr. Hara. Who am I to dare to be angry with God? I am just a human being, while Allah is the creator of the universe. What right do I get angry?”

“Of course entitled. Look at your family!” I pointed at the row of people standing on the edge of the corridor with a chin gesture. Haryo and Nalini were standing there talking.

“You all good people. Your fathers, Nalini and yourself. Do you not always perform your duties as Muslims? As far as I know you, you are devout worshippers. But why is your Lord so cruel to give you this terrible disease?”

“Astaghfirulloh! Not once have I had such thoughts, Mr. Hara. A’zubillahimindzalik, may I be kept away from such thoughts and deeds. I believe Alloh gives the disease as well as the cure. Even if it is in the form of death, it is also a cure of all diseases.”

“Apret once you? Are you ready to die?”

“If that is what Allah wills, ready or not, I cannot refuse let alone evade, right?”

I smiled in anguish, in my heart I disagreed with Ghufron's words. Does man have to be that happy with death? Should we give up on destiny? Why should we not be angry with God for the unfair treatment we receive? Shouldn't God do good to those who fear Him?

“This disease was sent Alloh to me because Alloh dear to me, sir. Because Allah wants to test how much faith I have when given the test, if I die later, it means that Allah loves me more. Allah did not let me sin anymore, so He took me. Isn't God's destiny always special, sir? Alloh give us what we need, even though sometimes we don't want.”

“Not making sense.”

“As for Mr. Hara." said Ghufron resigned, "Oyeah, sir Hara bring no pen? If you take me, I want to borrow.”

I took a pen that was stuck in the pocket of the shirt, it became my habit to carry a pen everywhere. I gave it to Ghufron, “make what?”

“Write a will,” he replied casually while smiling anyway. What a strange person, can still smile casually even though he is in a state of severe pain.

I just shook my head, as Ghufron pulled out a piece of paper from inside the envelope. The paper contains the results of yesterday's blood test. I don't know what he wrote behind the lab test. After he finished folding the paper, put it back in the envelope as before and gave it to me.

“If I don't have time to meet Jenar, please give it to her, yes, sir!”

“You can give it yourself later or tomorrow.”

“I'm afraid there's no later or tomorrow, Sir.”

I was still reluctant to accept the letter, but Ghufron forced it by putting it in my shirt pocket after folding the envelope into a small one. He let out a sigh of relief like he had just taken off a heavy burden.

“True is the most unique girl I've ever met, sir. He's sweet, funny, innocent, polite but other than the others. If there is a nomination for the strangest girl in Indonesia, Jenar would definitely include. He can not eat chocolate and ice or other cold drinks, his toothache can recur.”

“Why are you telling me the same story? You forgot I was working with Jenar's sister? Habits like that I already know.”

“Pak Hara must not have known that Jenar had trauma, right?”

“Trauma?”

“He does not want to be said to be traumatized, he said just a phobia, but quite severe, under certain circumstances he can faint.”

“pobhia what?”

“Pobhia-” line

Ghufron's sentence was cut because the sister called her name. I turned to the source of the sound for a moment and tidied up the necessary files as a condition of hospital administration.

“Come!” I was about to move, but when I turned to the side, Ghufron was rubbing his nose with his palm, “kamu why?”

My question was not answered by Ghufron, he opened his palm, looked at me and was immediately shocked. A red liquid came out from his nose, just then Nalini and Pak Haryo came up to us.

“Mas nosebleed?” asked Nalini in a panic.

I got up from my seat, seeing Nalini pull out a tissue from her bag in a hurry. Haryo held Ghufron's right shoulder. He still smiled as he showed the fingers that were stained with blood. He said nothing as Nalini cleaned the blood on her nose with a tissue.

Like a movie playing in very slow motion, I saw Ghufron blink his eyes once. Then his body suddenly suffocated, falling to the side. Luckily I moved automatically so I could support his body not to fall into a chair.

“The mystery does not want to stop,” said Nalini panicked while trying to wipe the blood that kept coming out of her brother's nose, inviting people to gather.

Without a second thought I shouted, “Suster please!”

The atmosphere was suddenly violent, the crowd of people disentangled when two health workers came. They only did a fleeting inspection, before one of them took out a wheelchair lying at the end of the corridor. Then we lifted Ghufron's helpless body onto the wheelchair. Half-run we took him to the nearest elevator.

When we arrived at the IGD, several officers dressed in all-green clothes welcomed us. Immediately they lifted Ghufron's body onto the gurney and carried out an examination. Ghufron was still conscious, but his body was extremely weak as if his legs were powerless to withstand the weight of the body.

“There is a medical record?” Ask a nurse.

I gave all the files I brought while answering the nurse's questions, “we are waiting in line for the spinal cord examination.”

“Father can come with me to the place of registration of patients.”

I followed the nurse to the other side of the room, where there was a long table, a computer and a few people sitting behind a desk. The nurse was seen picking up a piece of paper, then writing something on it while asking me about things.

“Patients on whose behalf?”

“Using health or general insurance?”

“Have been treated by whose doctor?”

I answered all the questions I was asked with mixed feelings, almost indefinable. A few minutes ago I was still sitting quietly, and now things panicked instantly.

After I finished the matter of the patient registration, I approached Nalini who was standing while biting her fingers right in front of the tightly closed curtain. I could see a restless look on her beautiful face and an unsettled body gesture.

“Pak Haryo where?”

I followed Nalini's index. I saw Mr. Haryo standing not far from us with a faint look. Just like Nalini, she stared at the tightly closed white curtain. The place where his eldest son was being dealt with.

After a while, the curtain in front of us opened. Some medics got out of there, and I got to them.

“Patients can be found, but please no more than two people, yes. Let the patient not be disturbed, while waiting for the doctor.” said a man dressed in all green that tightly closed almost his entire body, leaving only the eyes visible.

“Good. Thank you.” I replied, glancing at the direction of the gurney where Ghufron lay.

I invited Mr. Haryo and Nalini to accompany Ghufron, then chose to leave the IGD room. Sitting in the front seat of the IGD room with the same feeling, confused how I should describe it. If only there were no smoking ban posters, I would have had tobacco wrapped in paper in my pants pocket. However, I was still sane enough not to break the rules of the hospital.

At noon, I saw Nalini walking quickly out of the IGD room. Without looking left-right he just passed me. I do not know where he was going, but a few moments later Mr. Haryo also came out. I approached the thin-looking middle-aged man because he seemed to be looking for someone.

“Which father is going?”

“Alhamdulillah nak Hara is still here. I want to pray dzuhur, Nalini is buying a drink. Can I ask for help, Hara, take care of Ghufron for a moment?”

I nodded, briefly staring at the back of Mr. Haryo as he passed away from the IGD room. My head was still full of tangled threads, my feelings were not okay either. I went into the IGD room to the gurney with the blinds tightly closed.

I open the curtain slowly so as not to cause noise that disturbs the calm. I saw Ghufron's body lying with oxygen hoses and other life-support devices attached in some parts. The terrible sound of the patient's vital signs monitor, dragging my memories back into the past. When medical devices in front of me this is like being a best friend, because every time I meet.

I walked slowly closer to the gurney by closing the curtain behind me. Ghufron opened his eyes for a moment, perhaps noticing my arrival, smiling. I stood beside the gurney, staring at the paled face of the ghufron, not as fresh as this morning when I picked him up.

“Pak Hara?”

I didn't answer, just cleared my throat as a sign of being ready to listen to what Ghufron wanted to say. He closed his eyes quietly, though I could tell he was in pain.

“I ask for help, tell Mr. Fares. Sorry, I cannot replace him keeping Jenar.”

“Don't talk a no-no! You must be cured.”

Ghufron smiled as he opened his eyes for a while then he closed again, “I am sincere, if my time only gets here.”

“Doctor is making observations, you have to endure.”

“Hopefully we can gather in heaven someday, yes, sir Hara.”

I was silent not to answer Ghufron's words which I thought were absurd. He was still breathing quietly until Nalini came with a few bottles of mineral water. He could still ask Nalini to help him drink using a straw and have Nalini read out the sholawat chant as I heard through the earphones a few hours ago.

But a few moments after Pak Haryo came and I was about to move. Ghufron's breathing rhythm hunted down then sounded like snoring. The tone of the voice on the vital monitor changed and I was well aware of what kind of situation this was.

I opened the curtain, to call the medics. The doctor and several nurses rushed in. Nalini and I gave them access. Nalini shut her mouth by continuing to mutter as she cast a spell. I could only stare at their busy lives without being able to do anything about it.

“Heart recording!”

“Senter!”

“Excuse me.” A nurse kicked out Mr. Haryo who was still standing next to his son.

Mr. Haryo only took two steps back, without wanting to leave his son. He seemed to want to appeal to among medical personnel who were taking action but not power.

Twice doctors performed heart shocks on the ghufron, but the vitals monitor has not shown a stable condition. The medics are still taking action when Mr. Haryo said softly but it sounded quite clear by me, “let me accompany my son.”

“Sorry, Sir. Can you wait outside? We are doing an action.” replied the doctor politely.

“Let me guide my son, doc.”

“Sorry, sir-” the doctor did not continue his sentence, because sir Haryo cried out loudly with a voice almost vibrating, “my son is dying, doctor. Let me accompany him.”

I saw instantly all the medics stop the action, fixated on staring at Mr. Haryo. The doctor who had just performed a heart shock took a step back from the gurney, giving Pak Haryo access to get closer.

Without hesitation, Haryo walked between the doctor and the gurney where his son lay. He stood right beside Ghufron's head for a moment staring at the doctor while nodding. I turned to the side right as Nalini made a phone call. Just a short sentence I heard, apparently Nalini was talking to her mother, “bu, nyuwun dongo alfatihah kagem mas.” (Mom, ask do'al alfatihah for mas.)

I still heard the snoring of Ghufron's breathing voice, I saw Mr. Haryo bowing his head so that he could whisper in his son's ear. Mr. Haryo clasped Ghufron's hand and all the medics lowered their heads in silence.

So quiet ….

Until the whisper of Mr. Haryo I can hear between the screams of the vital instrument monitor.

“Imit a father, yo, Le!” (Imitate father, yes, son!)

“Ashadu alla ilahaillallah .. wa ashadu anna muhammadarrasulullah.”

“Alloh, Alloh, Alloh.”

Mr. Haryo kept whispering the words saying the name of God for a while. Medical personnel returned to action without prohibiting Mr. Haryo from being on Ghufron's side.

Don't ask me how I feel right now! Surely my head feels heavy with a tight chest like there is a big stone pressing on my respiratory tract. Upon seeing Ghufron in a very weak gesture raised his hand twice like the movement of starting a prayer. Then I heard no more snoring.

Mr. Haryo raised his head, straightened his body. He put down Ghufron's hand that had been held. Rubbing the back of his son's hand gently. Along with a long beep from the patient's vital device monitor, he said, “Innalillahi wa innailaihi roji’un.”.

However, the medical personnel have not given up, they are still doing cardiac and lung resuscitation (CPR) and other measures to save patients. A heart shock device was prepared, immediately performed to spur Ghufron's heartbeat.

Ghufron did not respond to anything, his eyes tightly shut. I saw the doctor shake his head after examining the pulse on Ghufron's wrist. Surrender because all efforts to save patients have been attempted but not succeeded.

Nalini fell on the floor and Haryo rubbed her rough face, as a doctor said while looking at the clock against the wall.

"Thursday, 02 October 20xx at 14.25 WIB. Patient on behalf of Ghufron al ghazali declared dead."

For God's sake! Is this my way of life? Must see death right before my eyes, and must feel loss for the person who is not really who I am. Why should it be like this? Although I know fate never jokes, but this event makes me want to protest to God. Should my task be completed in this way? Yeah, God!

I took the phone out of my pants pocket, dialed the number one after I wiped the screen. I had to take a deep breath after the phone connection was connected and a greeting voice from across there was heard.

“Rey! He’s gone. Ghufron just died.”

I'll hang up the phone soon, 'cause I have a lot to do next. Although I had expected from the beginning about the worst conditions like this, but still I was not ready. Although this incident was a sign that the task given to me had been completed, but there was still something I had to do ....

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