Destiny Gintani

Destiny Gintani
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"Is the wound bad, Doc?" tuan Jaya asked while taking care of the administration of the return of the body of Dr. Richard.


"He got a pretty serious internal wound. The car's impact had broken several ribs and the skull of the back of the head was destroyed. In addition, he also lost quite a lot of blood" replied the doctor who handles doctor Richard.


Mr. Jaya bergidig horrified. You can imagine how fast the car is going. Oh, my God, son. May God give you the best place. Aamiins.


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Bram appears to have brought some men of manual labor to clean up Mr. Hanzel's house. It is certain that the number of mourners will certainly be very booming. The late doctor Richard was a very humble doctor, both in this country and in his own country. And Mr. Hanzel, he is a businessman who has been very famous in several European and American states. Of course, his colleagues are scattered everywhere.


"Please trim that chair in the pavilion room as well, huh, sir?" pinta Bram to one of the workers.


"Sorry, Sir. It seems like these two rooms are quite large. Isn't that enough for the mourners?" answer the worker.


"Really, Sir. These two rooms will not be enough. It is estimated that the mourners who will come are not from our country alone. Even from some countries in the world," replied Bram.


"Oh, so anyway," said the manual worker playing his thick mustache. "Yes, guys, let's settle in the pavilion room too!" take him to his fellow profession.


They also resumed their work. Some of their rooms were vacated so that mourners could enter and perform the funeral prayer there. That they did, because the mosque in the elite housing complex is very far away. Plus it's night.


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After an hour of completing the procedure of retrieving the body. Mr. Jaya returned to the operating room.


"How, Pa?" argha asked as soon as he saw his father enter the room.


"It's all done, Ar. Maybe soon your brother's body can be brought," replied Mr. Jaya. "Han, are we going to bury the deceased tonight?" ask Tuan Jaya to her best friend.


"Maybe tomorrow, Jay. Waiting for relatives from America" replied Mr. Hanzel.


"All right then. Oh yes, Ar. How's Gintani doing?" ask Tuan Jaya to her son.


"So when Argha left, he was still unconscious too, Pa" replied Argha


"Yes, go! Keep in–"


Brak!


The door is wide open. With a staggering step, Gintani who turned out to have consciously approached the body that had been covered in white cloth.


"Movie!" argha said as he approached his wife. Argha was worried about seeing his wife's pale face. "Let's take a break, baby!" take him to Gintani.


"No! Gintan want to see Richard's brother, Mas?" Gintani refused her husband's invitation.


"But, baby...!"


"Gintan please, Mas. This is Gintan's last chance to see Richard's face. Please!" gintani said as he clenched his palms.


"All right, let's help!" take Argha with him while his wife approaches the operating table.


Gintani's hands stretched out to open the white cloth that covered the entire body of Dr. Richard. His cry instantly broke out looking at the handsome face that had now paled.


"Astaghfirullah azim thing! Sister...! Huhuhuhoo,...."


Gintani cries in front of the body of the man he just acknowledged a few hours ago as his brother. Destiny again puts him in a bitterness. Just now he felt how happy he was to have a big brother in his life. But apparently, God still has other plans for him.


"But, Brother Richard is like this because of Gintan." Gintani blames herself on the sidelines of her sobs.


"No, Son. It's just not because of you at all. This is just a fate line that we can't possibly fight. Don't always blame yourself. Om sure, Richi wouldn't like that!" resolute Mr. Hanzel.


"I'm sorry Gintan, Om! Sorry Gintan!" gintani said repeatedly.


"There's nothing to forgive, son. There's nothing!" answer Mr. Hanzel.


Suddenly.


"Excuse me, Sir. Ambulance is ready!" said one of the hospital nurses.


"Alright," replied Mr. Hanzel. "Let's go, baby! Let them take care of Richard's body" Mr. Hanzel asked Gintani.


"Come, Gin!" Argha grabbed his wife's shoulder and swept her out of the room.


It took half an hour until the ambulance carrying the body of doctor Richard slid through the streets in the silence of the night.


At 23:14, the ambulance arrived at the funeral home. Not long after, Tuan Jaya's car arrived along with the car driven by Argha. Mourners gathered to welcome the body of Dr Richard.


The body was immediately removed from the ambulance and taken to the backyard to be bathed. The mourners were waiting for him in the room provided. Half an hour later, the corpse began to be pardoned and taken to a special room to be shaded.


One by one the mourners began to fill the room. They do not want to be left behind to do funeral prayers in congregation. Maybe Dr. Richard just lived in this town. But there is no one who does not know this handsome and kind doctor. The generosity of Mr. Hanzel and his son is already quite famous in the housing complex they occupy. Until the residents of the complex flocked to pay their last respects to the generous doctor.


Everyone is mourning the passing of Dr. Richard. Everyone was crying and grieving when they saw the corpse lying stiff. And everyone said the same do'a to the deceased. May khusnul khotimah.


It was getting late, but the mourners kept coming. Most of them are colleagues from Mr. Hanzel and Mr. Jaya who come from various regions. Mr. Hanzel looked resolutely welcoming their arrival. Sometimes he also tells about the growth and development of his son who has now stretched stiff.


"Ar, you'd better take your wife home" Mr. Hanzel told Argha.


"But Dad, we've decided to stay here with Daddy" replied Argha, who was accompanied by a nod to Gintani.


"No need, son. Your father will accompany Daddy here" replied Mr. Hanzel.


"But...!"


"Go home, boy! Let Papa accompany your Daddy here" said Mr. Jaya.


"Yes, Son. And pity Gintani. He must be very tired. Go home and rest!" said Mr. Hanzel.


"What time is the deceased buried tomorrow, Dad?" ask Argha.


"More mornings are better. We just have to wait for the American family."


"alright. Tomorrow morning Argha and Gintani are here again, Dad. Then, Argha said goodbye first."


"Yes, be careful on the road, son!"


After saying goodbye to Hanzel's father and master, Argha took Gintani home.


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