Tidying Up Asa, Inviting Hidayah

83. Fun Counseling

🌹One's personality cannot be judged by his appearance alone. Who behave ketus, actually have a heart as soft as snow.🌹

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I think a consultation with a psychiatric expert would be creepy. Imagine being in a closed room that is silent and smells of disinfectant. However, it turned out to be far from expected, because the room used for counseling is more like a Kindergarten classroom. The walls are full of pictures, the window curtains are open so that fresh air circulation can enter, and the sound of music slowly calms down.

Since the first consultation with dr. Halimah and Mbak Tiara, I enjoyed it enough. The counseling session was like talking to a friend. Dr. Halima who has maternal nature, soothing with a shady eye gaze. While Mbak Tiara, beautiful, energetic and friendly. That's an assessment of my two therapists.

“Sorry, yes. Because Dr. Halimah practice day, so can only meet me first,” said the beautiful girl with long straight hair who sat in front of me. Young and fun therapist, Ms. Tiara.

“No pa-pa, Ma'am.” I replied with a smile, in fact the consultation with Mbak Tiara was very pleasant.

“First meeting yesterday, Rinjani schedule noon, huh? Today moved early in the morning, so could not meet dr. Halimah.” Mbak Tiara took the flour tempe, briefly offered it to me before eating it.

My consultation session was completed a few minutes ago, along with the end of Mbak Tiara practice hours. He took me to breakfast at the soto stall next to the clinic. Since I had not had breakfast and my stomach was hungry, I did not refuse.

“Iya, Ma'am. Let's not have to skip college, so I ask for a schedule in the morning.” I answer honestly.

Mbak Tiara nodded, “Rinjani lectures where? Take what?”

“Academy of midwifery in ..” I mentioned the name of a famous campus in Yogyakarta.

“Wah! It's nice to be in college, huh? That was my dream college. Unfortunately I did not deliver, because I was forced to join my father moving to Jakarta.” Mbak Tiara's story.

“Mbak Tiara lecture in Jakarta?” it seems interesting to listen to the story of Ma'am Tiara.

Mbak Tiara nodded, “I went to high school until graduating from college in Jakarta. No need to tell me, yes, how did I get to work here? Later even so behind me who confide in you.”

We both laughed. I never thought I'd meet a therapist like Tiara. An hour and a half of counseling was not felt, even still coupled with chatting while eating breakfast.

“Mbak Tiara no plans to continue master education?” I asked, because at the first meeting dr. Halimah said that Mbak Tiara is preparing for her master's education.

“There,” Mbak Tiara nodded firmly before continuing the sentence while laughing, “I have to mengumpulin money first a lot, take home my two sisters from Jakarta, after that just thought of ideals.”

I smiled, though I didn't understand the story. Want to ask, but afraid to be considered meddling in the affairs of others. Our conversation was interrupted because the shop owner delivered two bowls of soto and two cups of hot tea. The savory aroma of soto blends with soothing jasmine tea; perfect for appetizing. We ate a simple breakfast at a roadside stall while chatting casually.

“Wait to be picked up, right? Directly go to campus or want to stop by where first, nih?” ask Ma'am Tiara.

“Ngak, Ma'am. I want to go directly to campus by bus only.” I replied.

“Aren't afraid of being late? Far, far, from here to your college. It's been this hour, definitely old public transport.” Ma'am Tiara seemed to know what I was thinking.

I was also worried that I would be late for college. Although it has been estimated the time and distance to be taken, but reality does not go according to plan. It was so fun to chat with Mbak Tiara, until he forgot the time. Until the toilet food we still continue to talk. If it wasn't for the call on Mbak Tiara's phone, maybe we wouldn't have wanted to end the meeting.

“If Mbak Tiara wants to go back to the clinic, it's okay, really. I used to wait for the bus alone.” We have five mints standing on the side of the road, waiting for a bus headed for Semarang-Yogya that has not been seen passing.

“I wait until you get the bus. Beautiful girl like you, where to wait by the road alone, if kidnapped how?” ma'am Tiara replied, I smiled at the guyonan-laden answer.

After a few minutes, from a distance the head of the bus with the inscription Yogya. Instantly, eliminate the fret that had raged on the head. I turned to the left side, about to tell Mbak Tiara. However, he seemed to be watching something that attracted attention from the direction of the clinic.

“Mbak?” Ma'am Tiara was blown away when I called.

“Ng-nothing, I was like looking-” Mbak Tiara seemed to frown, like he was thinking.

“Ah! Must be wrong people,” he said then with a smile.

I smiled and pointed to the bus that was a few meters away. I immediately raised my left hand to stop the speeding bus.

“Be careful, Rinjani! See you next week, don't forget to save my number!” We shook hands, poked and hugged for a while, before I got on the bus. I looked up from the window and returned a wave of Tiara's hand. We were like best friends, but we met twice.

Grateful the bus was not fully loaded, there were still some empty seats. I chose to sit on the left side of the window, a favorite place every time I took the bus. Seeing activities on the side of the road, able to be a scene that diverts saturated during the trip.

Bus rates slowed, as traffic at the crossroads of polo kebons was rather congested. I pulled the phone out of the bag, wanted to check there might be an incoming message or call. Just opened the app to send a short message, sounding horn very tight. I can guess if the bus driver was going to get ahead. Taking an inter-city bus like this does sometimes have to prepare a strong heart. Because the driver is used to racing with other vehicles in order to catch windfall carrying passengers.

The entrance to Soekarno-Hatta terminal was already visible in front, but again the bus had to stop because the traffic light was red. I shook my head, it was amazing to race against time. Inwardly, they have their reasons and plans if it is too late to arrive at the campus later.

‘No need to take classes, than you are punished with Bu Early.’

Fill in the message I received from Aina, my chat reply was a few minutes ago. Ms. Early is famous for discipline, if there are late students must be punished with strange punishments. Once my friend was told to estimate the age of the fetus just by touching the stomach of young pregnant women. This can only be done by a professional midwife.

‘Originally do not be punished for touching the placenta of a pregnant person for two weeks only.’

I sent out a reply accompanied by a picture of a screeching emoticon, imagining the possible punishment Ms Early would give. My gaze shifted from the cell phone, staring at the row of cars and motorcycles that stopped next to the bus. Then stopped on a black car next to the bus, the car was exactly as usual driven by Mr. Hara. For a moment I imagined if suddenly the car glass was open and Mr. Hara asked me to get off the bus. Then he drove me, let's hurry to campus.

I shook my head again while rubbing a rough face. Fuck up! You can imagine things that cannot happen. Who am I? Mana mungking Pak Hara willing to leave important business to take me to campus. Just now he just dropped me off in front of the clinic for rushing away. After all, the business of making land certificates is usually long, definitely not finished.

The phone in the grip vibrated, a message notification came in again from Aina. It is better to kill time by replying to messages, than to get bored. Want to read the Qur'an but can not because the wudluku has been canceled during the consultation earlier.

‘Berdo’a only have partus patients, when Bu Early wants to leave. So you arrived first, before him.’

In my heart I am allowing do’a in Aina's chat. Do’a sincere from a daughter kyai, may Alloh welcome. I fixed the location of the bag on the lap, accidentally touched an object. As soon as I opened the bag, a drinking bottle was seen among my belongings.

Hopefully Mr. Hara is not angry because the drinking bottle I accidentally brought. In the land office there are those who sell drinking water no, huh? If he's thirsty because of the long queue how?

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Connect ....

The power of do'a in the heart. Have you ever been in a situation like Jenar? Aware that it is almost too late to go to school, campus or work, but can not race against time because of many things. For example, public transportation that comes a long time, traffic jams, or other travel obstacles. 

What can be done at a time like that? Yes, just multiply the do'a. Consciously or not, when in such a state of constriction, it could be that we just throw a sincere do'a from the heart. However, still Alloh granted the do'a according to the rations of time and the best according to Him.

In this chapter, I only discuss the counseling process of Jenar a little, huh? If I discuss in detail, then there will be many stories about Tiara. Though this story, right, the stage for Hara. hehe. 😉 (Alibi only in fact, so do not overdue research, anyway.)

Sorry, just got up because I was busy looking for a lost voice a few days ago. I don't know who actually took the vote I didn't say. 😂

About Hara finished her land certificate when, huh? Wait for the next chapter, yeah.😉