Ghaib Explorer (Gaib Pawang Group)
Chapter 98: Only he is the most sincere
Arriving at the hospital. Thariq yelled around like crazy. Rara knew she understood, that this Thariq was worried.
"Doctor! The nurse! Please, my friend!" he screamed when he arrived at the reservation.
The shout made the doctors and nurses there pass by them. Immediately they responded bringing Rachel into the handling room.
Fresh blood from the girl poured out. Rachel lost consciousness. Thariq when Rachel was taken he was still following her. Until the ER door opens, Rachel goes inside.
When Thariq wanted to come in. The doctors blocked it too. They told Thariq to stay outside. So that the handling carried out runs smoothly.
Thariq squeezed his head. He's ruffling his mane. Between the deserted corridors he leaned against his wall. He stared at the ceiling of the hospital.
His eyes are still watering. His heart is still very much on track. She just said that she loves Rachel here. Really, Thariq did not want Rachel taken away from him.
What kind of fate would happen after this he really did not know. But his heart was still praying. Asking God to save the life of a girl he loved so much, Rachel Gautama.
Seeing that Thariq was so fragile, Rara pityed as well as Bella. They felt how devastated Thariq was right now.
Thariq, who had been leaning back, fell slowly. He's snuggling up there. That's enough, Rara pity once. Rara chose to approach Thariq here. He then also joined in.
Rara touched Thariq's shoulder and said,
"This has happened and we must keep praying and believing that Rachel will be fine there!" rara tried to calm Thariq down.
"Bec... I'm mistaken... Why couldn't I protect her? Ra, I have to tell you what Cak Dika will be. Ra, I don't want to be left by Rachel!" thariq said, pouring out all his heart.
Bella smiled wryly hearing that. He folded his hands and then threw out his breath. To be honest he was as afraid as Thariq.
"Riq, we have God! We just have to surrender and trust him! Rachel must be fine, I'm sure of it!" bella said win.
Thariq nodded his head. A few minutes later from the entrance came Cak Dika along with the crew and other siblings.
Cak Dika looked so pale his face. Breath snuffling. It looks like he just ran around.
In a hurry. Cak Dika also quickened his pace when his eyes found Rara and her sister Bella.
"Where's Rachel?" cak Dika asked as his eyeballs stared at the ER room which was still tightly closed.
Rara tried to calm Cak Dika by holding both shoulders. Then Rara led him to sit there.
Bella was the same, she led her family members and the Crews to sit down and not panic here.
"Rachel's inside, she's being treated by a doctor!" clearly Rara on Cak Dika.
"Oh God!!!" said Cak Dika who is currently frustrated.
"Quiet Down!" rara told him.
That speech made Cak Dika immediately turn to look at Rara.
"My grandfather is on deck! My responsibility de e! Pie kok isok koyok ngunu. Deck, I'd like to talk about Karo mom and kanko?" cak Dika said to Rara.
(My grandfather is the deck! My responsibility is that he can be like that. Deck, I have to say what's his mom later?)
Rara understood how scared Cak Dika's day was right now. He was only able to rub the young man's back. A charismatic young man who was three years older than him. The young man who caught his attention several times.
Yeah, that's all Rara can say. There's nothing else but that. He doesn't know what else to say.
This position is difficult and heavy for them. In between all the tears dripping down for Rachel. Inside there the girl is struggling to find a shortcut out of the deep recesses of the conscious mind that currently supports her.
Right there, right in his consciousness. Rachel walked through the white rooms. He's alone, he doesn't know anything here. He just walked on the road with no end. There was nothing there except white.
Rachel hugged herself. Then he looked up. Still, there's only white. Rachel extended her hand up there. I wish something had reached it.
However, there is nothing. There is no wind. Yet cool, neutral. Rachel felt like she was in the middle of the weather, tropical.
"My son!" a voice among the white colors called out to him. I don't know from what angle it is.
Rachel's not scared here. He was only shocked when the unidentified voice greeted him.
"Who is that?" rachel asked at the voice.
An old man smiled at her from a distance. He's old enough. His clothes are all white. He sacrificed white anyway.
Then with a step without a sound. He approached Rachel. When she was behind him Rachel felt someone pat her on the shoulder.
When he turned his head he was surprised to see the whereabouts of Simbah Gautama. Rachel was about to rest in front of the old man. But Simbah Gautama held him back.
"My son, you're a big boy! You're good enough to master your science. I'm proud you used that to help others. My son, why are you here?" tanya Simbah Gautama's.
Rachel noticed her shriveled symbiotic forehead. It was as if he could not believe that Rachel was currently here.
"Cash, am I dead?" ask Rachel.
Simbah Gautama shook his head slowly hearing that.
"Let me explain the moxa and death to you! A short message that must be remembered by every human who reads or listens to it later. Death and the journey of man! Let's walk for a while while chatting!" the words of Simbah Gautama led Rachel to walk with him.
"So my son!" said Simbah Gautama then looked to the side. Rachel looked at him this time.
"Man is a Sinner. With a pencil and eraser between his shoulders. The beauty of the universe is the charism of God. Magnificent is incredible! That calmness, God's embrace. Gently hit the taste! Then speaking of Death, a Moksa whose presence is not anticipated is not expected! And you are at the midpoint now. The point where you live is also the point where you are on the verge of death!" seimbah Gautama.
"Death will come to those who breathe. Even if you run! But it will come crashing every breath that still roars. The human being, the definition of the bad good side of the world. Mix them together, creating a variety of different soul colors. Has your breath been meaningless all this time? Humans will never be satisfied, right? It always is, naturally! Whatever you have in this universe. No matter how small it is, you have to be grateful! My son, there is one most sincere prayer for you. It's from him, who loves you so much his heart! Look that!" said Simbah Gautama then pointed ahead.
Rachel fell silent when she saw a bright light heading towards her. The light is getting closer. He came closer to devouring his body. When the light blinded his vision, there was one voice he heard. The voice before he lost his consciousness. The voice told him,
"Rachel, I love you!"
His heart rate's back. The doctor's words of gratitude began to flood his taste. In the end, the attempt to save Rachel was successful. Rachel got her heartbeat back then.
When she heard back Thariq's words for her. Three hours the doctors and nurses handled it.
Rachel was conscious. But the operation requires anesthesia. And Rachel went back to sleep because of the dope. But, his condition is fine. Only recovery remains.
The doctors and nurses came out of the ER room. The Rachel family waiting just stood up. They asked Rachel.
With the face of the doctor also told them that Rachel was now fine. Repeatedly they expressed gratitude. Thariq, who had been frightened, could only cry there.
The mascot had already made it out of the brink of death.