HEARTFELT
The power of love
The breath of Tin stayed one, the heat in his chest like the embers that burned his heart, the freezing cold began to spread from the tip of his feet, gradually rising to the calves to the waist.
Tin really can no longer move, even to breathe Tin has no energy. Look at his eyes began to darken and the consciousness of Tin was lost again.
***
"How's Timah doing, Doc?" ask Fhadlan and Eveline when a doctor is sitting in the living room.
"Where is the patient being critical?" a doctor came in with hasty steps asking Fhadlan.
"It has been taken to the health clinic" replied Fhadlan wonder, why the doctor even asked the patient's condition.
"What." asked the Doctor more astonished.
Fhadlan recounted what happened, if any doctor claimed to be a surrogate doctor, who served today in place of a doctor who was on leave.
"Hmmmm. I will check at the health clinic" said the doctor turned around without waiting for the host's answer.
Without command Fhadlan follows the doctor who walks hurriedly to the clinic where the doctor is on duty. The health clinic is a building that handles health complaints on Fhadlan Island. A fairly large building with a parking lot that is quite spacious, rather remote and separated from other building areas.
In the medical clinic room Two people who had brought stretchers for Tin, were busy making documents chronology of Timah's death. Seeing the doctor and Fhadlan entering the room, they hurriedly saluted.
"Good morning .. mister!" say they're in unison.
"This is a patient death document on behalf of Fatimah Ibrahimova" one of them gave up a document to be checked and signed.
The doctor examined the written document the cause of death is "Factor fatigue and loss of body fluids"
"Innalillahi wainnailaihi rojiun" said the doctor.
"Who's checking?" ask doctor.
As Fhadlan tells, clinic officials tell if there is a doctor claiming to be a doctor who is assigned, handling patients on behalf of Fatimah Ibrahimova. doctors are quite confused not to ask anymore. doctors think this may be due to an emergency, so it is natural that someone is assigned to treat the patient faster.
Not with Fhadlan who sees this as something very awkward.
"Can I see where the patient's body is?" ask Fhadlan.
"Please, let's take this master to see the patient one last time before he is put in a body bag" the doctor ordered.
"Let's sir" one of the clinic officers standing guard, gave the rest to Fhadlan to follow him.
Fhadlan walked through a winding, dark hallway, until they reached a remote building that read "the morgue".
"This is sir" said the clinic officer to refer to the body of a person who was lying stiff in the corner of the room.
"Fatimah.hu hu hu" Fhadlan could no longer hold back his tears as his eyes fell on the Timah figure lying stiffly in a white cloth from head to toe.
"Please sir, this is a disaster." The officer tried to get Fhadlan out, then left Fhadlan alone.
Fhadlan sat on the edge of the cot where Timah's corpse was stiffened, grasped by Timah's fingers that had been folded in front of his chest. The fingers were stiff and frozen cold.
"Live to Fhadlan" whispered Fhadlan.
As if some magical power was suggesting lead awakened his consciousness.he heard the echo of a voice echoing in the depths of his heart.
"Live to Fhadlan"
"Live to Fhadlan"
"Live to Fhadlan"
"Live to Fhadlan"
"Live to Fhadlan"
A tender, loving grip, a grip that makes the tin consciousness want to hold it back.
A warm and comfortable air began to spread from his finger to his heart and lungs to the whole body of Tin. Hot air flowing to drive the frozen body Tin.
Slowly but surely the heart of Tin is beating weakly, his lungs are starting to sigh gently, the fingertips of Tin are starting to move.
"It's enough mister" arrived the doctor and the clinic attendant came in carrying a body bag.
"He's still a living doctor" replied Fhadlan kissed the cheeks Tin that already feels warm.
"Fhadlan's prayers are answered" Fhadlan said as if he did not care about doctors and clinic officials.
"Thank God, you have granted Fhadlan's prayer" said Fhadlan, continuing to kiss Timah on the cheek.
"Subhanallah, he's back to life" the doctor said.
"Allahu akbar's... The power of your love has increased his life" said the doctor also astonished.
"Replace the treatment room" said the doctor.
"Let me take it" Fhadlan said as health workers tried to lift Timah's body.
As if he did not want Timah in touch with health workers, Fhadlan was indeed the body of Tin that had felt weak, walking behind the doctor to the treatment room.
***
Fhadlan checked the contents of Tin's suitcase to retrieve something Timah asked for, in the form of a change of clothes, a dress, underwear and several other items.
"Fire pot necklace, Reflesia Fragrant" muttered Fhadlan alone as she opened a jewelry box.
The box in which the fragrant reflesia flowers and a necklace are stored, inside is also a photo of a dashing man wearing silat swordsman clothes in his day. on the left and right of the man were two people wearing English sardadu costumes against the background of an old house in the interior of Sumatra.
It appears that the man is shackled with his whole body wrapped around the mine, around his neck a necklace that is exactly the same as the usual in Tin.
Fhadal again tidied up the contents of the Tin suitcase, closed it and saved it to the place where it was originally located.
"Let's go to Evelin's clinic" Fhadlan told Evalin, who was waiting in the living room.
Without comment Eveline stood following Fhadlan towards the clinic where Tin was treated.
"Fhadlan's... How's Timah doing, is he better?" ask Eveline to worry about Timah.
"He's good, you'll see him" Fhadlan replied as he entered the room where Tin was taken care of.
"Va. you came here" said the weak Tin.
"yes mother, are you fine?" eveline asked, pleased to see Timah had regained consciousness.
"I am fine" replied Timah.
"It is Ok" Eveline said, After checking the state of Tin palpating the forehead Timah make sure the body temperature Tin is normal, checking the wrist Tin ensure his pulse is also normal.
"Fhadlan came out first, Eveline wanted to change Tin clothes" pinta Evelin.
After Fhadlan left the room, one by one the tin clothes that had been torn were torn open Eveline, to be replaced by new clothes.
Evaline shed a tear while trying to cleanse Tin's body.
"Who did this mother?" tanya Evaline saw the body of Tin bentol blue used pinch. Bent almost everywhere from the arms, shoulders, back, waist, abdomen to the thighs.
"ahhhhh.. It was the prince's pinch, Va" Tin grimaced in pain as the cotton wet, sweeping away the Prince's former pinch which not only left a red color but also left blisters that scratched the Tin skin.