DRAGON CARVED JADE BRACELET
Chapter 205: PASRAH SURRENDERED
Irul's condition has improved. I can talk to Parmo. And certainly have told Parmo to be in the ICU waiting room more often. Who knows being called by a doctor or nurse related to his condition. Indeed, actually Irul is not sick, maybe only because of fatigue and thought when witnessing the condition of his wife.
"Parmot .... Here's a minute ...." Irul called his sister-in-law to get closer to the side of the bed where he was lying.
"Yes, Mas .... What's up, Irul?" asked Parmo who was already sitting in a round chair in front of his sister-in-law.
"Mo .., your wife is on the phone ..., have the store covered, have all customers and orders checked. Tukijan was told to arrange for employees to deliver goods, as well as tell the driver, pompatikan is okay. If you want to be told to be a permanent driver, so you can send goods to all customers. If Nurjanah objected to the buyer, ask the employee to help. Who knows read write. At least I can get orders from people. While time does not need to order to the supplier first, wait for me a bit healthy. Later if I'm good enough, you go home, help your wife. You're inside, let Tukijan touch the outside."
"Yes, Mas ..." replied Parmo who did not dare to refute his brother-in-law.
"This is you waiting for him to the waiting room in the ICU, so that if there is any news it is easy to be contacted by the nurse" said Irul again so that Parmo waited for his pox.
Parmo is already in the ICU waiting room. Because of the worry, if there is a family call, if it is too far not heard or do not know. Understandably, one person awaits two patients. Parmo must be very tired and sleepy. But he kept it in check, strengthening himself.
"Yes, Mas .... Mas Irul ..., this is Mr Jamil not being informed?" ask Parmo suddenly.
"Wait another day, Mo .... If I am healthy. Tomorrow I can go out .... The doctor said this was the last infusion. If this infusion has run out, and these hoses have been taken, I can already look at Ms Indra. So if Mr. Jamil comes here, not confused because two people are all sick. I'm sick, Ms. Indra is sick .... Even later on the storm, like the neighbors earlier .... That's because you called Nurjanah. I am worried that even Pak Jamil and Mbak Jum will join Melian. Poor Melian who is still in college in Jakarta, if I know I am sick, will definitely force me to go home." replied Irul who was considerate.
"Yes, Mas .... I'm sorry. Finished .., I am also confused .... Then tomorrow's the only one to visit Mas Irul. Let Mr. Jamil only know who is sick Ms. Indra." said Parmo.
"Yo, wis .... Tomorrow I'll call Jamil. Go to the waiting room in the ICU. Wait for Ms Indra, if there is anything. I don't Rest first." said Irul who immediately told his sister-in-law to wait for the poke.
Actually Irul did not want to trouble others. I don't want to tell him he's sick. But sometimes it is just another person who is often angry if not told. He said he did not need, did not want to know, did not consider brothers again and so forth. In essence, those people every there's nothing to be tidings. Until everyone knows. But sometimes it just makes other people bother. Work should be truant or permission not to enter just because of trivial affairs. But yeah, that's the fact that happens in society. Especially in the countryside. Just like in the village where Irul lives. Everything is togetherness and family. One person who was sick, residents of one village also felt his sadness.
Parmo immediately stood up from the chair beside Irul's bed. He left Irul's room, and headed to the waiting room next to the ICU.
Next Irul adjusts his body position to feel comfortable. It was almost two days before he lay in a hospital bed. The walls are already hot. His body feels all stiff. Moreover, he also had to keep his infused hands. It must feel tormented. And if you remember the condition of his wife who is concerned, it must be like to immediately go to his intrinsically lying helplessly.
"Grandfather ...?!" Irul who was shocked and astonished, had greeted the old man sitting next to him lying down. Yes, the old man who met him yesterday afternoon, the old man who often met Indra, has now met him twice.
The old man remained silent. Only his lips were smiling. Sitting in a chair is very relaxing. His right leg was superimposed onto his left leg, his two palms were above his knees. As if he was looking for or waiting for Irul.
"I'm sorry, Kek .... Maybe I can't be honest .... I still cry for the suffering wife. Even under these conditions, I still manage my younger siblings .... Please guidance from Grandpa ..." said Irul who was very sorry he could not do the teachings of the grandfather yesterday afternoon.
Grandpa remained silent. Only her smile calmed Irul's heart even more. Grandpa's sign was not angry. But Irul was confused, what should be done.
"Grandfather .., if we are guilty, give rebuke .... Or if you need to punish us. Was my wife wrong? Or am I the one who disobeys?" ask Irul again, who certainly wants to get advice and advice and advice from the grandfather.
Again, the grandfather smiled. Didn't say anything. Even his body had no movement at all. Only his face looked confused with his smile.
"I'm sorry we've been hoarding too much treasure .... Forgive us for always thinking about profits .... Please forgive us if we still carry or if there is a part of our property that is not our right or property. But please allow me to ask, Kek ..., what is our fault that the Almighty gives this kind of reward?" now Irul's voice is getting louder. His lips have begun to cry. And his tears had dried up at the temple and soaked the pillow.
Again, the grandfather smiled. Without any words. Of course this makes Irul more confused.
"If this Grandfather is the emissary of the Khalik, just say it and do what the Khalik has told us. Give us the message of destiny that we must accept. Whatever the will of the Khalik, we will accept it with air. There is nothing we will defend, nothing we will seize. Do, Kek .... We surrender and surrender .." said Irul who began to shrink his heart, feeling not authorized to manage life. All he is capable of is surrender to the Suratan of destiny.
Suddenly the grandfather got up from his seat and stood up. Now his hands are folded in his chest.
"Ikhlas must not be rigid. Crying can also be a sign of sincerity. A lot of treasure does not mean greed, but it can be a blessing. Working hard until late does not mean crazy about worldliness, but it can be as devotion in worship. But what must be remembered is that it all comes from the All-Giving. Then bring yourself closer to the Power. Suratan your destiny no one knows. Not even me .... Even the Khalik will change one's destiny according to his character. Therefore, always be ready to accept all reality. Whether it is bitter that should not be spat out or spit out, and sweet that should not always be licked. Birth, soul mate, sustenance and death, the decisive one is the Almighty. Surrender to what the Khalik will tell you, for all His plans are better than what you expect. Sleep ..., it's late. Tomorrow your work is pretty hard." the grandfather advised Irul.
Of course Irul has listened, put in his heart. He also promised in his heart, will try to do as best as possible, resigned to what will happen. And for sure, Irul will try to be filial for good.
Irul also obeyed the words of the grandfather who told him to sleep. He closed his eyes too. And sleep. What will happen tomorrow, he is ready. Irul resigned and submitted to the plan of the Almighty.