Heaven In The Eye Pelupuk
Scratch Injury
..."A calamity that brings you back to God is better for you than a favor that turns you away from remembering God."...
..._Ibn Taymiyya...
The girl with a foot-only robe still does not flinch with a device that is slightly attached near the earlobe. Her net was staring out the window as her one hand clenched tightly. His gaze filled with hatred until it was clear that it covered some of his neutrality making Mbak Hamida's vision blurry.
"Oh, that. Yes already. I'll turn it around so I can get you a driver, Bim." Voice withers. However, the girl scored a flat face.
The girl turned off the phone after answering a greeting from Gus Bima. Hamida rubbed his face violently. His heart is not calm. Was this all because the man couldn't pick her up? Indeed, he did not come when Gus Bima and Umi Salamah brought Aida to the hospital. He prefers to stay in his home. But why should he be angry now? It's not the fault of that figure if he can't pick up. Currently what Gus Bima should prioritize is the health of his little wife.
Of jealousy? Maybe that's what's currently appropriate to describe his feelings. His heart is not okay. His body trembled because he had to endure the sobbing so as not to sound umma and his building.
"Why do you have to be sick Aida? Why?" Hamida threw his net on the bed. The girl screamed while throwing a vase of flowers on the table.
The broken glass spread to every corner of his room. Unsatisfied, the girl picked up the tissue box and threw it right at the large glass that was in front of her. The sound was very loud and deafening, making Kyai Musthofa open the door violently.
"What's that sound, Nduk?" The middle-aged man with a slightly pale face was petrified right in the doorway. His eyes widened as well as his mouth slightly brightened.
"Hamid." The middle-aged man walked over to his only child lying in a pool of blood. Slowly watching the broken glass that filled part of the floor, Kyai Musthofa approached Mbak Hamida.
Madam Hamida's consciousness slowly began to fade, the blood on her wrist unwilling to stop. The girl had severe bleeding. Kyai Musthofa is still trying to recover his daughter's consciousness by patting her cheek gently.
"There's a what-"
"Astagfirullahalazim, Hamida." The middle-aged woman could not help but cry when she saw her daughter who began to lose consciousness with blood attached to her robe.
"Tell the driver to get the car ready immediately. Hurry along!" Her steps stopped when she heard the word from her husband. Baffled. Nyai Zamzamah did not budge and just stood in the doorway for a long time.
"Umma, hurry!" Nyai Zamzamah. The middle-aged man raised his voice slightly. No. gabe. He did not want to waste any more time, Nyai Zamzamah passed away according to the order of Kyai Musthofa. However, a few seconds later, his chest ached. Kyai Musthofa was grimacing and moaning in pain. No. gabe. Kyai Musthofa's illness seems to be relapsing. Why is the time always wrong?
"Come on Nabil, pick up your sister quickly." A soft silky voice that calms anyone back with Mas Nabil - Kyai Musthofa's eldest son.
The middle-aged woman froze again when she saw Kyai Musthofa also lying on the floor holding his chest. Kyai Musthofa grimaced in pain and unceasingly called the asthma of Allah. The middle-aged man was currently not fainting. Just couldn't endure the pain like being slashed by thousands of razors at once stabbed by a sword. He grimaced in pain until his face turned red. His body was squeezing, but his lips were unceasingly chanting the istigfar. He pleads for healing to the Khaliq.
"Madz." Mas Nabil approached the building followed by Nyai Zamzamah. The man carried Kyai Musthofa's head over his thigh. They were both stunned, especially that middle-aged woman. She held her husband's hand and rubbed slowly.
"Hold Buya. A moment." Nabil put his house back on the floor. The man ran out to pick up the medicine shortly after unbuttoning the top of Kyai Musthofa's shirt.
"Defend, Buya. Istigfar. Breathe in." Nyai Zamzamah whispered it right in her husband's ear. Not bearish. The two people Nyai Zamzamah loved were helpless. Right now he is confused, very confused. If she leaves her husband, she is afraid that something bad will happen to her. But Hamida also lost a lot of blood. The poor girl needs him.
"Don't mind me, Umma. Ha-mi-da." The man held his wife's hand tightly. Drop by drop. The same with Nyai Zamzamah. Her fluid dripped right on her husband's cheek.
Not long after, the man returned with Kyai Musthofa's medicine. However, before that Mas Nabil moved his building on the bed Mbak Hamida. Afterwards, Kyai Musthofa took a slow sip of drinking water to half along with the medicine that had previously been in his mouth.
"Buya let umma take care of. You took your sister to the hospital. Hurry along!" The man nodded his head and immediately rushed Hamida to the hospital. Hopefully with a medical hand, bad things don't happen to him.
***
The chanting of the holy verses of the Quran melts the silence. The man opened the mushaf for the sake of the Quran. Right next to the girl who was still unconscious, Gus Bima slightly glanced to make sure the state of his wife. Divine, why is it that until now the girl has not been conscious?
Now, an oxygen hose is also attached, helping the girl breathe. His world is getting destroyed. Minutes by minutes felt heavy. Gus Bima closed his mushaf and let out a long sigh. He put his Quran on the table . His hand was holding Aida's hand. Are you so tired that you forget to open your eyelids?
“Did you not miss me, Aida?”
“I miss you so much. I miss the red pseudo on your cheeks.” The man spoke to himself by looking at Aida's face. When viewed up close, the girl is more beautiful if closed. Do any of you agree?
Gus Bima stroked his wife's cheek with his index finger. Qadarullah, the girl opened her eyes. Adjust to the bright light in the room. His fingers also began to move, even with his mouth a little bright as if he was saying something.
"Mas Bima's. Don't leave Aida." The words were spoken so weakly. The clear stored behind the closed net is decaying.
"Dad." Gus Bima stroked the top of his wife's head. It felt a little relieved and the burden on his shoulders was slightly lifted.
"No. I will not leave you. I promise," he continued, shedding tears. The man was crying too. He hugged his little wife's body. Rabb, he is very much in need. Her memories again twist the fault in favor of the memory fault with Aida. Like puzzle.
"Wake, Aida. I miss you so much. By Allah." He drowned his face beside Aida's hand.
He stopped sobbing. Like someone stroking the top of his head. What is Umi Salamah? However, a few hours ago the middle-aged woman went home to pick up some clothes belonging to Gus Bima and Aida. So whose hand is it?
Gus Bima felt the top of his head, until the hands met each other. Warm hands with an infusion hose attached to the back of the palm makes Gus Bima widen. Aida's? That girl was a human?
"Mas." The girl tried to wake up. However, Gus Bima stopped him by holding onto Aida's shoulder and shook his head slowly.
"You just rest." Aida was lying down. A few minutes into silence, the girl felt a terrible pain in her stomach. Like a nail stuck. It made him tormented, deeply tormented.
"ill? I'll call the doctor, yeah." Aida rubs against Gus Bima's wrist. The man looked at Aida who was grimacing in pain. His lips have no power to speak. Only her tears represented the pain.
"Don't leave Aida, Mas. Aida's scared." Gus Bima sat down again. The man calmed his wife by stroking the top of her head. At the same minute, the man shook his head.
"Nothing will happen as long as I'm alive. Don't be afraid." After that, Gus Bima hugged his wife tightly. He looked so calm, but in fact he was also very scared. More scared than Aida. Behind Aida, Gus Bima sobbed silently. Have you ever experienced something similar? Crying without a sound.
"Give everything to God. Allah will not test his servant beyond his limits. Still remember?" Aida nodded. He did not have enough energy to answer.
Before breaking the embrace, Gus Bima weld the trail of her tears. "Now you rest and sleep. Don't forget to read sholawat thibbil qulub. In the Lord's will it be medicine."
"I stay here, don't be afraid. Close your eyes." The man patted Aida's arm. Without Aida knowing, Gus Bima chanted sholawat thibbil qulub. Hearing the sholawat chant, Aida's heart felt a little calm. For a moment he forgot his pain. Not long after, the girl fell asleep. The sweat on her forehead and part of her body signified that Aida was actually enduring the pain. The AC in the room was turned on. Gus Bima rubbed his wife's sweat slowly, he did not want this activity to make Aida wake up. Can't bear to see him enduring the pain every second.
If I could. Let the pain turn to me. Seeing you moaning in pain can cut my heart.
***
The steps sound strange. The man entered the door with the ER in a blood-stained shirt. Hamida is currently unconscious. He's running out of blood. The bleeding will not stop. Divine, protect that poor girl. Hopefully nothing happens to Hamida.
Mas Nabil laid his sister's body on a typical hospital bed. The nurse began to intervene, followed by the doctor. The man retreated backwards, not wanting to hinder the medical personnel in carrying out his duties.
The man decided to go out and sit limp in the chair that had been available. His ears were ringing, even with his heart beating twice as fast as usual. The man bit his fingers, somehow he remembered the dark past that traumatized his parents. Where, the beginning of the building began to hurt.
"Why is the past coming back? I'm trying to forget the past." He grumbled while he was touching his hair.
"Nabil." The familiar baritone voice in his ears made Mas Nabil turn to the source of the voice.
The womb of life and the middle-aged man sitting in a wheelchair approached him. Mas Nabil got up and rushed into the arms of Kyia Musthofa. He was stunned, sobbing in the warm embrace of mom. Occasionally he sniffed the distinctive smell that made Mas Nabil a little calm. For a long time he did not feel the warm embrace of his building.
"How's your sister doing?" Mas Nabil broke that hug. The man was silent while lowering his gaze.
"Madia asked, son. Why don't you answer? How's your sister doing?" He asked again to be sure. His voice was stuck in his throat. The middle-aged man's attention was fixed on the door of the ER room.
"Let me see your sister's condition." Kyai Musthofa forced to go inside. However, Mas Nabil managed to prevent it. The man explained so subtly that Kyai Musthofa was a little calm and understood.
"In God, Hamida is fine. Buya knows, Hamida is a strong woman." Kyai Musthofa nodded.
"Why is Buya coming, Umma?" Now the net is fixed on the womb of life that was standing, not budging. The middle-aged woman was welding her tracks and neutralizing her mood.
“You don't seem to know your mom."
"Don't mind the buya. How can buya just stay at home while the favorite princess of buya is struggling."
A few minutes of silence. From behind the door of the ER room was seen a man in a white suit with several nurses behind him. Nabil got up and walked closer.
"Doctor how is my brother?" tanyanya.
The wound on the patient's arm is deep enough that it must be sewn to seal the wound." Nyai Zamzamah came back crying. I don't know what happened to her daughter so she hurt herself.
"Do whatever it takes as long as my sister survives." The man in the suit nodded without saying much. The doctor passed away after getting approval from the patient's family.
The man strengthened himself. He cannot look fragile in front of his parents. Mas Nabil returned to his arms. Who else if not himself who calms his mother and ummanya. Mas Nabil stroked Kyai Musthofa's back while hugging him.
"Musthofa's Mother, Nyai Zamzamah." The resolute voice from behind made the sobs stop. Everyone rubbed their rough trail. Then they looked back.
"By Sister." Gus Bima kissed the back of the palm of Kyai Musthofa and Nyai Zamzamah.
"Sorry, Nyai ... Kyai. You guys are here. Who is ... sick?" The Jed hesitated a little and awkwardly said it.
"Hamid." Mas Nabil said it as fast as lightning, with just one breath. Kyai Musthofa will answer, but is preceded by his son. The man's tone and gaze were like he didn't like to see Gus Bima's face being here.
"Hamid?"
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