Tidying Up Asa, Inviting Hidayah

51. Empathetically

🍁Although not a good person, but must have empathy towards fellow humans.🍁

Hara's.

It's not the first time in my life that I've met someone who fainted. However, only the second time there was a girl who fainted when she was close to me. Panic, of course. I don't know what to do, but the day is already night.

Luckily my brain was used to thinking fast, so when the online taxi came, I immediately lifted Jenar's body and took her into the taxi. Lay it down on the middle seat, enveloped with a jacket.

It seemed impossible to let Jenar go home alone in this kind of state. What will his family think? Not to mention the taxi driver can not be trusted, if something happens on the road how? I will also be blamed.

“Mbaknya why, Mas?” ask the taxi driver.

“She fainted.”

“Truly fainted, Mas. His face was pale, not to be dead. I don't want to get in trouble for carrying a body, you know, Mas.”

I wanted to poke the mouth of a taxi driver who spoke without manners, but I could still control myself. Naturally, if the taxi driver is worried, today there are many bad people who dress neatly.

“If you don't want to get in trouble, we just tukeran.”

“Tukeran? Meaning?”

“You bring my motor, I bring your car.”

“No can do that, dong, Mas! He wants to take my car away, yes?”

“I have a car better than this, I swear I will not take it away.” I reached into my pocket to take the motor key, then forced the taxi driver to accept it, “follow me! I'll pay more.”

“But, Mas!” he seemed hesitant, watching the keys and me taking turns.

I took out a wallet, took out a Resident Identity Card and some money, gave it to the dinghy-haired taxi driver. He frowned, not accepting my gift.

“It's new as guarantee, later I add.”

He immediately took the money and saw my ID for a moment, then returned it, “real, yes, Mas. Later plus, mas do not run away!”

“This was not brought?” I raised the ID.

“No need, if the mass is a syndicate or ****** free too, surely have a lot of KTP.”

Damnit damnit! Thought. What dream did I have last night, until I experienced an unexpected event like this. Still suspected of being a member of a car theft syndicate.

Once in the car, turn on the engine while looking at the state of Jenar from the reflection of the rearview mirror inside. Just realized if I don't have an idea where to take it. I honked the horn, with the intention of calling the car owner to get closer.

“What's up, Mas?”

“You know the nearest hospital or clinic from here?”

“If it's near here I don't know, Mas. If the general hospital is sleman area I know, but far from here. Just try the search mas on the map, there may be a clinic or puskesmas near.”

You taxi driver online! Whatever the question on the map, he should know that the application of navigation is often not right. Especially in cloudy weather and the internet signal is weak. Could get lost later.

Turning the wheel, I opened a navigation app to search for the nearest hospital or clinic. Because I don't know what to do to wake a faint person.

Unfortunately, I've been trying to find, but I didn't find a hospital or clinic. There's a puskesmas on the map, but when it gets there it's closed. It is very difficult to find public health facilities in this rural area.

No longer know where to take Jenar, while he never woke up. It was impossible to take him back to Magelang, because it was already late at night. I decided to take him home to Wawan's house. I wish Nabila could help me make her sober.

All the residents of the house were shocked, when I came home with a girl in a fainting state. Moreover, the clothes worn by Jenar are wet and dirty, making prejudices arise, especially mbak Nabila.

“Who is Hara? What the hell happened to him? What are you doing?”

“She's Genar, Ma'am. His sister my boss, he suddenly fainted as we were going home from the tomb.”

“Macam? Whose tomb? You, kok, can the same him in the tomb?”

“Let's tell me, Ma'am. Now can Hara please? The clothes are wet and dirty, please borrow the clothes, all change, yes, Ma'am. Afraid she's getting sick.”

Although still holding a thousand unanswered questions, Mbak Nabila nodded and went into the room. I waited unsettled. Until Nabila finished changing Jenar's clothes.

“The body is very cold, his face is also pale. You should have taken him to the hospital.”

“Hara has been looking for a hospital or clinic, but did not meet, Ma'am. Hara has not memorized the area here, it was also already evening so it is difficult to find a clinic.”

“Mbak already bralurin eucalyptus oil, let the body a little warm. Hopefully soon siuman.”

Nabila painstakingly smelled Jenar's nose with eucalyptus oil, but the girl's eyes remained tightly closed. Has not succeeded in making Jenar a roar. Long enough he fainted made us worry.

“Do I need to call a doctor, yes, Ma'am? Why hasn't he woken up yet, huh?”

“Before you ever knew he passed out like this yet?”

“One time, Ma'am. But not all this time he's been human. It's been a while, I'm so afraid he's why-napa.”

“Female or male, Ma'am?”

“His doctor is male, but his wife is a midwife. Maybe if we ask, he is willing to help.”

Madam Nabila seemed to understand what I was worried about. Sent to Akmal, I went to the doctor's house who was said to be Nabila. We ask that his wife be willing to check on Jenar. Although initially objected, because he did not have an independent practice permit, but for the sake of humanity, he was willing to come.

“While all the doctors before had the title in front of his name, had already sworn. But we understand if female patients want only to be examined by a female doctor.” said the doctor before agreeing to allow his wife to examine Jenar.

A couple of husband and wife were willing to come to the house Pak Wawan. His wife checked on Jenar, while the doctor analyzed the results.

“High blood pressure once 210/90, pale face and cold body. Body temperature is below normal, fainting has been approximately two hours ..” the doctor seemed to think while reading the results of his wife's check, “it looks like the patient is depressed. Stress due to being depressed or thinking of something heavy.”

Hearing the explanation of my doctor and mbak Nabila looked at each other, surprised. Stress jenar? Seems impossible. Wasn't he laughing and talking? Doesn't seem like a stressed person, what makes it stressful?

“Maybe the patient is experiencing deep sadness.”

I nodded, confirming the doctor's remark, “dia just left her fiancee. Go for ever and never come back to the world.”

All eyes are on me, waiting for an answer to my sign, “it should be a few months away they get married, but her fiance died a week ago.”

“Innalallahi ..”

I told you about the beginning of my meeting with Jenar today. How until we got stuck in the middle of the tomb during heavy rain, then suddenly he fainted. All I'm telling you, nothing's passed. So that they do not prejudge me badly.

I had to take the doctors home, because they didn't bring their own vehicles. I picked them up, half forced them to check the strings, so I had to drive them home.

After dropping off the doctor, Naufal welcomed her by saying that Jenar was awake. I saw the girl sitting on the dining chair, with a face not as pale as before. While Mbak Nabila was busy preparing food on the table.

Finally that night I could breathe a sigh of relief, watching Jenar eat voraciously even to the point of adding rice. Maybe he fainted from being too hungry, maybe he hadn't eaten all day. The proof after eating, he returned cheerful as ever. Can chat a lot with mbak Nabila and tag Naufal.

However, he came back to worry me on the way to take him home. Suddenly he asked me to stop a speeding car on the Jogja-Magelang highway. He pulled my hand with one hand shutting my mouth. It made me panic and immediately pulled the vehicle over. Luckily the road is not too crowded, so it does not interfere with the pace of other vehicles in the back.

Pulling down from the car quickly, he vomited on the shoulder of the road. Is it because he ate most of it? Not used to driving a car without AC? Or because of the cold exposed to the night wind accompanied by a small drizzle? Why else is he now?

I have no way to help, other than to give her a handkerchief. He must need something to wipe his mouth, right? However, Jenar surprised me because he suddenly threw away the handkerchief he wanted to use. Then walk backwards holding your head, like you're scared.

I went up to him, wondering what happened. Jenar looked at me for a long time, like she wanted to say something. However, as soon as I asked, he just fell limp. Squatting, shaking the head tightly while covering the ears with both hands.

“Please, don't approach me!”

Jenar said softly, I can make sure he was breathing. It was heard from his stamped voice, and his shoulders went up and down. I said, asking him to get in the car.

The cold night air, the drizzle was getting busier, I leaned my ass on the car tub. Stoking cigarettes to drive away the cold and quiet while thinking about why Jenar was acting strangely just while being with me. I left Jenar alone in the car so he could control himself. What the hell! What is God planning now? Why does he put me in such a confusing situation and get so bad luck?

I just got in the car, when Jenar asked. Although the rain was not too heavy, but standing under the drizzle tightly, it certainly made my hair and jacket wet. I continued on, after taking off my jacket and combing wet hair with my fingers.

“I'm sorry,” that regretful remark, makes the sense of empathic lurking. Instead of answering, I chose to offer him a drink.

“It looks like I need coffee.”

Just this time I met a girl who wanted to drink coffee, when her body was not good. He should want to have some warm tea, chocolate, or ginger, right? Strange girl.

Feeling Jenar was already in better shape, I asked about what had just happened. Had thought he had a problem with me, so scared when we were together. However, it turned out that the answer he had said was unexpected.

“I'm not afraid of the same father.”

As I continued to pursue her frankly, Jenar asked about me drinking alcohol. I recalled a while ago, when I was panicking because he was not awake. In order to keep my mind calm, I drank whiskey in a small bottle that was always stored in my jacket pocket.

“Because I was afraid of the smell of alcohol and male perfume.” Genar's remark almost made me laugh until I covered my mouth with the back of my hand. Really, what scares the scent? Isn't it usual for women to be attracted to the masculine aroma that stings and excites?

Genar was angry, when he realized I was almost laughing at him. Immediately I diverted my attention, without responding to him who was grumbling. I deflected the steering wheel as it passed the gas station. Didn't want him to faint again, or it could be worse. In addition to wanting to remove the scent that could scare Jenar away, I had to buy a drink for her as well.

The journey is still far away, there is no way I continue to torment her by holding my breath so as not to smell the scent emanating from my body, right? Fortunately I know that Akmal always keeps clean clothes on the dashboard that is commonly used for worship. So I can wear it temporarily, even if it is small.

Curiosity that has been at the end of my head, makes me force Jenar to tell a story. Because I don't want to just guess something uncertain. It can be prejudice without evidence.

Jenar told me everything. About the events that made him have a phobia towards the smell of male perfume and alcohol. That night I was like someone else.

Relax bathing at night with water that feels ice-cold, willing to eat gum so that the smell of alcohol disappears from my breath, was willing to listen to the story of Jenar from beginning to end. Success makes anger almost explode, because I hate men who behave depraved. Animals are more honorable than them.

It was raining heavily when we got to Aneesha's house. There was only one umbrella in the car, I let Jenar wear it. While I can run all the way to the terrace.

Pakde Teguh, Irkham and Mbak Sayumi are waiting for us. To Pakde Teguh, I explained how Jenar could get to me and come home late at night. He was worried about Jenar, but I said that Jenar was fine. He fainted hungry and was still sad after Ghufron's death.

I did not go home immediately, because Pakde Teguh invited to talk about the renovation of Aneesha's house. Reyfan and Aneesha have always had a way to keep me from relaxing. They want to renovate the house, because Aneesha plans to give birth in Magelang.

At midnight I just came home, until the house did not immediately rest because the story of Jenar continues to be imagined in the head. My mind floated, if it happened to the next of kin, I would definitely look for the culprit until I could, and then castrate them.

The barbaric behavior was successful in making me furious and calling Danish to find out what happened to the hoodlums. Although they feel relieved, because according to Danish they have received the appropriate reward, but I can not sleep. Even though early in the morning had to drive kyai Ali to Salatiga. After having a very long and tiring day, I still had to watch the long night change in the morning.