BROMOCORAS
A Promise

"Kang Salim, Prastowo, come here, Kang! There's a body." Shouted Anggoro from the direction of the bathroom behind the market that afternoon.

Salim and Prastowo were also some people who heard Anggoro's screams immediately ran towards where Anggoro was at this time.

There lies the body of a man with a scar on his left side. Fresh blood still continued to flow from that sizable cut.

Salim immediately approached the body and felt his wrist for a moment.

"Still alive." Salim Seru. "Pras, Ro, get this guy to the nearest hospital before he runs out of blood!" Salim cried again to Anggoro and Prastowo.

"Just help me find a car!" Its effects.

Soon Anggoro and Prastowo lifted the blood-soaked body of the man.

An open-top car shortly rolled towards where they were. Anggoro and Prastowo helped several people raise the man's body into a car tub. The car rushed to the nearest hospital.

Salim took off the shirt he was wearing, covered it on the man's wound to keep the blood from continuing to come out.

"Faster still. We have to get to the hospital quickly!" Shouted Salim to the driver.

There was no answer but the driver followed Salim's orders. He immediately increased the speed of his car.

Not long ago now they were in front of the IGD of a hospital. Salim immediately jumped out of the car. Some of the nurses without command immediately carried a stretcher and carried the man inside.

"Wait here, sir. We will immediately provide assistance to patients. Looks like the patient lost a lot of blood." Said one of the nurses.

Salim just nodded. Face's fidgeting. Just like when a few years ago when he brought Satriyo to this hospital.

Anggoro and Prastowo approached Salim in their blood-soaked clothes while lifting up the man's body.

Time passed, the afternoon passed. Kumandang adhan Maghrib has been heard from the nearest mosque.

"We pray first, Kang!" Take Prastowo then.

"What about you guys? Your clothes have a lot of blood." Said Salim looking at Anggoro and Prastowo's clothes that were covered in blood here and there.

"I've told some people to take a change of clothes. Maybe they'll be here any minute. While waiting for the news of the next doctor we pray first, Kang." Anggoro said later.

"All right." Salim got up from his seat and immediately walked to the hospital mosque. In front, they met Anggoro's men who had brought their change of clothes.

Shortly after Maghrib prayers, Salim returned to the front of the man's room being treated by doctors still accompanied by Anggoro and Prastowo.

The doctor came out of the examination room and immediately met Salim.

"Family patient?" Ask the doctor.

Salim simply nodded, "How is the person, Doc?" Ask then a little restless.

"The patient is bleeding heavily, sir. A lot of blood came out. The patient needs a blood transfusion. Unfortunately, the blood supply in this hospital is empty. Does anyone in the family have blood type A?" Said the doctor.

Salim, Anggoro and Prastowo looked at each other.

"I don't know my blood type, Kang." Anggoro lirih.

"Me too, Kang." Prastowo Imbuh.

Salim only sighed because he also did not know his own blood type.

"Can we check our blood type, Doc. Maybe one of us is a good fit." Say Salim then.

"alright, Sir. Come with me." The doctor then stepped into a room.

Shortly after that process, the doctor returned to see Salim who still looked agitated.

"Brother Salim?" Ask the doctor.

"Your blood type matches the patient." The doctor then.

Salim immediately stood up, "All right take my blood, Doc. How much is needed."

The doctor took Salim back to a room for a while.

Salim jumped when one of the nurses called him.

"How is the man?" Salim asked with a troubled face.

The nurse smiled, "Alhamdulillah, the patient is awake, sir. Although the patient's chest wound is quite severe and requires a lot of stitches also had to run out of blood. But it looks like the patient is a strong man, sir."

"Is it found?" Ask Salim later.

"Please, Sir!" Said the nurse as she passed from the presence of Salim, Anggoro and Prastowo.

Inside the room a man was lying with some medical aids attached here and there.

"Thank you." Said the man with a heavy voice.

Salim just smiled and stood on the left side of the man, behind him was Anggoro and Prastowo, "That's it. Sampeyan do not move much first so that the wound soon recover."

"If you may know who this sampeyan is?" Asked the man in a heavy and slightly hoarse voice.

"I'm Salim, these are my two friends, Anggoro and Prastowo."

The man lying down just smiled, "I'm Dullah. And once again I thank you for saving my life."

"That's it. Now take a break." Said Salim slightly palpating the man's hand, - Dullah.

Two months have passed since then. Now Dullah has really recovered and has been able to do activities.

"How should I repay the kindness of sampeyan, Kang." Dullah said softly to Salim as the two of them sat together in the fouled emperor.

Salim just smiled, "Don't even think about it. The most important thing is to be healthy first."

"I thought I was dead that afternoon, Kang. Apparently there is still help Gusti sent to my seb*j*t this." Dullah sighed a little.

Salim patted Dullah on the shoulder, "It's nothing to think about. What matters now is that it changed while God was still giving the chance."

"But if I may know. Actually what happened until the sampeyan was that bad." Ask Salim later.

Dullah sighed, "I am with my colleague, Gandung. We used to get drunk in the village next door, and we also picked up some people who passed by where we hung out to buy drinks. And that afternoon some people wearing face coverings, suddenly attacked us. We had a chance to put up a fight but because of their large number. We can't do anything either. We ran as far as we could but the man kept chasing us. Until finally I and Gandung decided to split up. I ran to the terminal and there someone had stopped me. I tried to run again but finally in front of the bathroom, in the dead end it was my escape. Without further ado, the man slapped the celurit at me. I fell and was unconscious. Since then I have no idea what happened. Also how the fate of Gandung my friend."

Salim patted Dullah on the shoulder again, "May the boy be nice."

Dullah bowed, without realizing it his tears began to wet his eyelids. He was very worried about his friend.

The day passed. Ever since Dullah lived with Salim in that house, Dullah's situation has gotten much better.

"I promise, Kang. Until anytime I will serve the same until. I can feel life again like this, all thanks to the sideyan." Say it that afternoon.

"No. All is the will of God that God sends to the ship through me."

Dullah just nodded. "I know, Kang. But anyway, until now, there has been a lot of contribution to my life. What can I do to repay the kindness, Kang. Sure. I will definitely fulfill. Even though my life is."

Salim just smiled, "Excessive sampeyan." Salim sighed. "But if sampeyan doesn't mind. I want to assign you one thing. Just one thing." Say Salim then.

"Say, Kang. Whatever it is. I'm definitely ready to do it."

Salim sighed again, "As the old man knew. Three months ago when I left the sampeyan to Anggoro and Prastowo, it was because my wife in Jogja, had just given birth. I need someone to help my wife there. Because I can't leave the children here either. I cannot simply underestimate the trust that has been handed to me."

Dullah was heard sighing, "I know, Kang. Let me go to Jogja."

Dullah felt the rubbing of the stitches because of the wound on his chest. The memory of twenty-two years could not be forgotten, along with a scar that would never disappear on his body.

"Handering. How are you, Ndung. Were you good then. Or is...." Dullah sighed.

From his place, he saw Ajimukti was still asleep. Dullah looked at the quiet face of Ajimukti who was asleep while smiling.

"Look, Kang. He looks a lot like you. Not just his face. His war. His wisdom. His goodness. Upload. But also his spirit. And as I promised you, Kang. Even my life would be at stake to protect it."

Dullah now stretched his body. Closing the door of memories twenty-two years ago. Closing his memory of Gandung his friend who until now he never knew the news of his existence.

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