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After Anala passed from his sight, this man again continued his journey to the second floor of the hospital to visit his famous friend.

“mbak, there is a patient name Rangga not mbak on the second floor?”, asked the man.

“ada sir, it's in xx” room, the nurse replied after searching the patient's data in the hospital's database.

“oh yes, thanks ya mbak”, said the man who immediately left the nurse to the second floor of the hospital who could not wait to meet his best friend after experiencing a difficult process in his life, an accident that hit him this morning.

“assalamualaikum”, greet the man behind the door.

“waalaikumsalam”, replied Rangga, it seems like Rangga is no stranger to voices saying greetings from outside the door.

“entrance bro, not locked, enter aj”, tell Rangga to the man.

“bruk”, the man opened the door of Rangga's room with a little bringas and after seeing the condition of Rangga, in fact he was sad and haru, he said, but the name of the man – man must be prestige to cry in front of his –-leg boy friend, hugged Rangga for a moment by his best friend, had a moment of silence when anxiety and sadness mixed into one.

“not what – what bro, this is good – just right, no why – why right, can still joke with you kan”, said Rangga.

which makes the man's eyes slightly glazed –glass, “not why – why how the hell, nih stitched twenty this one is torn too, this is in duct tape, no why – how the hell not, crazy lu ya”, said the man who was not happy to say Rangga when he said that he was good – fine.

“yah at least I can still breathe bro, Alhamdulillah, still long life I bro”, said rangga to look at his best friend's eyeballs carefully, “why so kaak gini anyway, said rangga to see his best friend's eyeballs carefully, why so kaak gini anyway, why the car without”, asked the man.

“that I also do not know until now, because the car is now in the police station now, but obviously fitting this morning I brought the car around the corner, it was, the intention is to brake but can not –can put, like the brakes blong deh, not yau I, later we also know that we are being investigated by the police like now”, explained Rangga.

"no enemies?”, the mysterious asked son began to approach the contents of his head.

“what the hell you are, I think there is never an enemy yes, but I also do not know clearly bro, if anyone who wants evil intentions it is not my fault, right, I don't do what – is the same him, ih what the hell lo, think buj it don't bro”, bro, said Rangga who does not want to bring others in every problem and ordeal that exists in the nature of his life, according to him the problems that come in his life it is not the fault of who – is but that is the form of trials and trials that God gave him to improve his degree and also change himself in a better direction.

“luh remember no, you fall it, what the hell you feel, well if I am you, maybe I have fainted first deh see this much blood”, yes, say the son who has the blood phobia.

“ya right I fell , I hit a tree, fortunately I hit a tree if there is no tree there, I must enter the abyss, you have this blood put, you, if I am afraid of blood well not be my doctor now putra”, explained Rangga to the son, a friend who from earlier he spoke with Anala who will accompany him on tonight.

Putra is a good friend since from High School who is always familiar wherever he goes and in any activity they are always together and always compact, when Rangga college majored in medicine while Putra majored in engineering, that's where they separated because of different future goals, but every week they always determine where to hang out in one place to tell about their experiences as long as they do not meet.

Rangga also considered Putra as his own brother, because the family rangga already consider the Son like a member of his family, the time of High School Putra also often sleep overnight at the house of Rangga and also had joined the family Rangga road – road, as close as rangga and Putra, as it is, how not when Putra knows Rangga accident with such circumstances, indeed sadness dominates his feelings at that time.

“ngga, teru how was this, how there was no defect, or in operation”, point Putra on Rangga's accomplices filled with bandages.

“alhamdulillah this sewn aja put, this is not what – what the hell, later also in the dry itself, but clearly you must diligently help me clean this wound as well as dressing the bandages, but, I can not alone put instead, if there was someone who helped, it is now the same lo aja I ask help”, said Rangga, said, which seemed to be luring the son to ask something he did not know yet.

“who nolongin earlier, nurse, if that is certainly not, emang nurse who helped when we were sick, who else yah kan”, who else, said the son who did not know the figure that had accompanied the Rangga.

“lah loh do not know whose put me earlier, indeed you did not meet him earlier below, he just left, before you arrived here”, indeed, said rangga who did not mention his identity clearly and unraveled.

“lah me where know, you never said – say the same me, why do not you ask your friends with him until the morning of tomorrow”, asked the son.

“mad you, where may I ask please nemenin me, man she female put, crazy lu”.

“haa female, cieeeeee”, ledek Putra, “who does not, which person, beautiful does not, know me lah”, ledek son again.

“ngapain anyway I know sma loh, later loh hascir again”, reply rangga who do not want to lose by statement Putra.

“but no, I just met a beautiful woman downstairs, I happened to fall wallet, I was not aware bro, she who returned my same wallet, very beautiful, I swear not very pretty”, I did not realize, said Putra who seemed to be starting to like the woman he had just met in the hospital parking lot.

“dia wear what clothes, put”, Rangga suspicious, do not – do not the person told the son is Anala who just came out of the hospital from accompanying Rangga who was sick.

“what clothes well, if not wrong was black yah”, replied Putra, which made Rangga turn his face towards another as he guessed right that the Son saw was Anala.

“why not, why don't you like my answer, it's him yah”, asked the Son who smiled thinly, and felt this was his chance to make nosy for rangga, “maybe it was him, he said, but you do not – do not like him, look out lo, if until like – like I made rendang lu”, look out, Rangga began to mengultimatum Putra if he disturbed the analysis of the idol who has not been official.

“lah you have not become the same he did not, may I try, where know he prefers the cave.”.

“Son, you don't like – like well, if you don't want me to die, you don't – don't try to disturb him”, not to mention Son finish his sentence, you don't want to, rangga was haunted by anger and jealousy towards his friend.

“once no, I tried yah”, joking Son, “son, out loh”, shouted Rangga who did not like the person who tried to disturb Anala, even though it was his own best friend.

“hahahaha”, laughing Putra held in the room.

“Canda boss, joking doang can not, relax, you are very jealous of me, the same time your own friend is jealous blind sih”, explained Putra who has not made Rangga upset with his jokes about Anala.

“kanda, joked your father put, anyway no one can bother him other than me, if anyone tries – try to disturb him , you see later what happened in his life ”, reply Rangga, if there are – men who dare to disturb Anala besides him.

“prepared boss”, replied Briefly Son who wants to end their debate Maghrib it, “btw ngga, lu ngak pray, nih want maghrib nih”, nih, ask Putra while glancing at the fruit – fruits that are beside Rangga , who else if not Anala who bought it.

“sholat lah put, emang I am a woman who has a disclaimer”, rangga explained.

“no I can eat this fruit is not sih’, he asked, while his right hand had touched the apple.

“that can not be put, this one is just, the rest I”, replied rangga upset.

“gila lu, you tell me to eat your leftover fruit, this is something new, a lot of it, stingy really lu”, irritated Son.

“problem put, it's the fruit that brought Anala for me, instead of making a loh, anyways I'm afraid you will eat the fruit, even really like you again the same him, he said, anyway you can not eat the fruit, if you want a new one, this money you buy sono at the fruit maker”.

The Rangga, who remained in his unwilling stance, ate the fruit that Anala had given him, offered the Son fifty thousand dollars to buy another new fruit in the fruit shop.

“so bad, I swear, you should ask for thanks to me no, because I want to nemenin lo overnight here”, Putra is very upset with the strange behavior of Rangga that greatly irritates him.

“gitu aja nangis, not shy lo the same muscular stocky lo, cry because – because of apples, gulun tau put lu kayak gitu”, ledek rangga.

“ini surely you hold – hold first right, emang basic no morality lu ngga”, upset Son, with tasteful Son directly devoured the apple thrown rangga earlier, although with a feeling of annoyance, the son still enjoys the apple given by the Rangga.

“enak ngak put?”, asked Rangga a little smile.

“enak is good, but this you hold – hold first, different anyway it feels that Anala who holds definitely yah”, the answer of Putra is very out of reason for rangga.

“bruk”, Rangga threw the apple from his bite towards Putra, right on the stomach of the six pack Putra.

“sick no, I am kidding”, said Putra while holding his stomach.

“joking father lu ”, annoyed rangga somehow to how many times, “yok pray yuk put, help me, hard to get down from here”, rangga stuck his hand out toward the Son.

as a sign for him to ask for help to help him get off the bed to the madi room for ablution.

“sini, here, look out you once again you throw me, I hit this swollen knee”, joked Putra.

In the bathroom Rangga looks solemn with the ritual of the woman, and after coming out of the bathroom it turns out that Putra has prepared a wheelchair and also a prayer mat in front of him for the Rangga prayer place, and in front there will be the Son who prays their prayers maghrib.

“thank you my friend jannah ku”, said Rangga while walking to the wheelchair that Putra had prepared.

“wait no, I wudhu first, I want to be a priest for you, before you become a priest for others”, back ledek Putra makes a faint laugh.

“hunt, later Maghrib time out lo put”, tell Ranga.

Allahuakbar,

The son began praying as a priest and rangga as his sole labourer.

“Gimana ngga, already fit I have not been a priest for a wife, ups, my future wife later”, asked Putra while joking with rangga.

“how well, it's good, now you stay looking for the candidate just another put, if there is already steady nih”, replied Rangga.

“ngga I'm hungry, find a meal yok”, invite the Son, “lu aja who find yourself well, you bring me who is limping like gini”, “ya I mean, I mean, I'm looking for myself, you live here, but you want to eat anything, let me findin”, asked Putra.

“hmmmm, I seem to miss padang rice deh, please you buyin yah”, rangga want to eat rice padang which is a food that is also in the brain of the Son.

“gue also want rice padang, you do not what – do eat rice padang, you eat healthy – aja deh ngga”, advice Putra for his best friend it.

“gue anyway want it too but my stomach wants rice padang, how tuh, once – once can be put”, whine Rangga.

“lu free your doctor, your people's health keep your own health ignored”, spicy satire Putra about Rangga.

“relax bro, I also over three months not rice padang”, lie Rangga.

“ya later I buyin”, said Rangga who was very hungry and wanted to go immediately to buy rice padang and also wanted to end the debate with Rangga.

“dah assalamualaikum”, goodbye Son. In between – between the clear and cold window, Rangga awaits a news and also news from Anala, until after the Maghrib runs out, since the departure of Anala from the hospital, there is also no chatan from Anala for Rangga.

“ting tong”, the sound of a new message message that entered the phone Rangga, by rushing Rangga took his phone, it turns out only the message son he met, ‘basic, was, not the message lo I expected’, Inner Rangga.

“ngga you want a side dish, earlier the cave forgot nanyain lo”, asked Putra via the short message.

“whatever you aja put”, replied rangga, “ya seems like a side dish is up to no ngga”, joked Putra.

“I mean I'm up to you aja, what side dish , you don't make my emotions explode tonight – put, I laper nih”, explained Ranggam.

“well endless lu kayak chick, what – is up, it's up, it's up, lousy lu”, response Putra, which Rangga did not reply.

Not long after from the last chat Son, the son arrived at the hospital with a few plastic bags, not only two packs of rice paddies, but there is another – diabetes cake, diabetes cake, like martabak and sweet drinks.

“Assalamualaikum ngga, I nih, the brother go food lu”, shouted the Son behind the door.

“just in, not locked kook, come in here, I'm really laper nih put”, “aduh”, peekik Rangga, who turns out his elbow accidentally hit his grieving knee.

“why you?”, asked the Son who was engrossed by opening every plastic bag to put on a plate, like a wife who was serving her husband, uss, but this is a friend yes guys.

“no I eat here aja well, difficult to make the way there, you take yah”, pinta Rangga, “okey boss”, with sprightly Putra serves the main menu it.

“gue buyin lu fish grilled pasture that smells really fragrant knga”, explained Putra.

“how not, how good?”, asked Putra,

while turning his back to the Son who was busy putting martabak on a plate.

“not yet cave eating put, you ask what is good not”, Rangga's response makes Putra also rose blood.

“lu kayak women pms you, little – little angry with me, if again saki it can be impatient, calm your soul, patient bro.

sabaaaar”, said the difficult Son began to bribe the rice field into his mouth.

“hmmm favors the world of mala again that you lie”, said the happiness of the Son about the enjoyment of rice paddocks that matchless.