Healing
105. Negotiating

Inside one of the public toilets in the hospital, I sat on a toilet seat that I accidentally opened. After I locked the toilet door, I grabbed my phone to call Juna.

Maybe I should listen to his opinion, who knows I found the best way out, now it's in Maghrib time, but strangely Juna didn't contact me, or he was over time. It may be so, but if true Juna overtime, when Maghrib there is usually a break time for prayer and eating. That's why I kept calling Juna.

" Greetings wa'alaikum", replied Juna after hearing my greetings.

" I'm sorry, sister, I forgot to forget, today I am overtime until 9 pm, maybe until the house at 10 a.m, this is Mala sending the same message I said brother back to the village and drop the key to his contract. I just read the message. Is there any interest in what brother suddenly came home?", asked Juna.

I also began to tell Juna what happened, briefly of course, because this is also Juna's phone while eating, so that the rest time of only half an hour can be used for eating, chatting and praying.

Juna listened while chewing his food, his chewing voice I could hear from my phone.

" Keep brother himself how?, will brother accept the conditions given by Kak Yoga?, if Juna the same as papa, leave the decision in the hands of Kak Raya, Kak Raya, because in the future it is the brother who will live life with that man".

" If in your little heart there is still residual love for Yoga, just accept the terms, maybe by getting married and living together, you know, the rest of the love that lives a little can grow into a big again if it is fertilized with the attention and affection given by sister Yoga for sister while living together after marriage".

" But if there is only hatred in your heart, there is not the slightest love left. Do not agree with those terms. Being married on the basis of compulsion will not be happy, and I want my sister's life to be happy for the next ".

Juna sentence did not give any help, he was just like papa who handed me the decision. It makes me even more confused, I actually still love Yoga or not. My own feelings I can't figure out. It's love, or just sympathetic.

What is clear now means that there are two camps here, the first is mama and Shaka who asked me to agree on the terms that Yoga proposed, the second is papa and Juna who handed me the decision.

Then I have to how to make a decision. Do I still love yoga?. But for a year I didn't see him and I didn't hear from him, I felt fine, there was no longing or sadness for being far apart like people who were in love. I don't know....

For too long I was in the bathroom, I went out and headed for the musholla that was in the hospital. There are only a few pilgrims who are praying, because it has entered the end of the Maghrib prayer time.

I put up three roka'at and prayed for guidance. As I sat in prayer in the prayer room, I saw a muezzin standing and chanting the Adhan of Jesus. Time seems to go so fast.

I immediately joined the Isa prayer congregation, and when other worshipers had come out of the mosque, I saw a middle-aged mother still sitting down and praying. I tried to listen to her prayers that were occasionally interspersed with sobs.

It turned out that her problems were the same as my mom, her husband had just been in an accident, only after I managed to get information from one of the nurses, she said, it turned out that the husbands of the mothers who were praying inside were an expedition car driver, and the victims were killed on the spot.

The victim's family immediately demanded the death penalty against the mother's husband. Because for the families of the victims, lives must be paid with lives, according to the families of the victims. But because it was an accident because the car brakes were blong, not accidentally hit, the mother's husband was sentenced to 10 years in prison, of course, after his condition was declared healthy by the new hospital was put in prison.

The mother finished praying and came out acting like everything was fine.

" Loh son, why are you still here?, just now when mom came in, I saw you were praying fervently. And now still here too, may your family who are sick and treated here be immediately healed. The important thing is to keep praying and trying, surely God will give the best way out. It is impossible for the Almighty to give us trials, beyond our means. I also pray that all the trials that we are experiencing will soon end" the mother told me as if she were so strong and gave me advice and encouragement.

I was not praying, but thinking about what decision I would make.

It is he who needs the support of someone. May he be given the strength to face the trials that befall his family.

If you see and witness the disaster that happened to others, it turns out that many have problems far heavier than the problems I face.

I feel ashamed because I thought my life was the most difficult and sad. There are so many out there whose lives are heavier than mine.

My real biggest problem, it's happened in the past, it's just hard to forget, like now my personality is formed because I've had a very big heartache. But maybe I shouldn't have kept acting like this. I must try to forgive.

Like the family of the accident victim from the husband of the mother who died, demanding lives in paid for lives, surely so also if the Yoga family knows, Yoga was injured because of my papa, he said, it is appropriate if they demand papa to be responsible and want to report to the authorities.

That should not happen, because if it happens, you can be stressed, and your high blood pressure can recur.

Well I will try to negotiate with Yoga, if it can't be with anything else and I have to marry him for the sake of mama and Papa, then as his daughter I have to be willing to do anything.

I knocked on the door, there was no sound, in the quiet room, I finally opened the door, but Yoga was not in the bed, the room was empty, where they were, where they were, I forgot not to ask for their number.

Though I had intended to agree with the terms that Yoga gave, but they were not there. If I hadn't seen each other for too long, I might have changed my mind again.

Finally I went to the papa room in the care, but in front of the papa room was crowded with people who peeked through the door and window of the room, but just in front of the papa room was crowded with people who peered through the door and window, there is also a while recording the incident inside with his cellphone.

" What's the matter sir?, I mean what's going on inside?", I asked one of the people who was peering out of the window while recording the incident inside with his phone.

" That's mba, there are sick people who want to go to her prospective in-laws who are both treated again. Hear the other guy has not been able to get blessing, so long inside, until the nurse and security are told to go back to his room in the VVIP room, but do not want to, he said he still wanted to wait for the girl to give an answer. The guy who owns this hospital, the rich, likes his son the poor, even the poor who sell expensive, quite mba contrived content, will be rame later in the sosmed and TokTok".

" If I was in the position of the fathers, I would immediately accept the proposal from the young man. Wong had a lot of wounds on his face just looks handsome, especially if it is healed, definitely more handsome, it is obviously rich, because the nurse said earlier, the young man was treated in the VVIP room, looks really love that guy with his daughter the fathers" said the father at length.

Is that really how it seems?, the basics of fathers are no different from mothers, like to comment and make their own judgments

" Where can you see that the guy is in love with his daughter, the poor fathers?" I ended up protesting with the knower.

" Yes know mba, where there are rich and handsome young people who want the same poor children if not for love. That must be the only reason. Maybe the fathers are beautiful, because what else men look for if not beauty if the girl is poor".

Speech so honest and still pretentious.

" I'm sorry if I want to pass, my papa is treated inside, excuse me, please give way", I said as I was about to enter the room where papa was treated.

Everyone looked at me and whispered, whatever they whispered, maybe judging me according to their own version.

" Haidar, please take Yoga to his room now, I will give you the answer there", I asked Haidar who was standing behind the chair where Yoga was sitting.

Haidar still did not say what I said, but Yoga quickly responded, and immediately walked with me to his room.

" I want us to talk alone in the room, there's something I want to talk about before I make the decision I made".

Yoga agreed and told Haidar to stay outside. While Shaka had gone home during the maghrib earlier, because Yoga forbade him to stay in the hospital, only Haidar who accompanied him overnight in the hospital.

I closed the door after Yoga sat on the edge of his bed.

" What do you want to say?, you agree, but there are conditions as well?", guess Yoga, and that's true.

I'm nodding. And Yoga immediately pranced to hug me with one hand.

" Say the terms" says Yoga.

" It's forbidden to make physical contact, it's the first. You can't touch me without my permission, is that understandable?".

Yoga means understanding.

" After marriage I have to go back to the city, there are many people who depend on me every day. I opened the stall there, that's the second condition" I said.

Yoga seems to think. " Why get married if you live alone, the second condition I do not agree. I'm just giving you only one condition, because it's fair I'll only agree to one condition from you".

Well, Yoga cannot be invited to negotiate, he still remains as he pleases.