Not Struggled (R4)
°BDJ 41 : RISH
°BDJ 41 : RISH
“Sir Louis not coming to work? If you know why, yes?”
Blonde women wearing formal suits in the form of A-line skirts 15 centi above the knee, combined with a broken white chiffon shirt top that two buttons on the top deliberately left open. Her blond hair was left loose, with the ends of the hair curly. He had just taken his favorite semi-freddo with biscuit coffee order, when he received a call from the CEO secretary of Anderson Cooperation.
“Sir Louis did not go to work. Latest information I got, sir Louis is in the hospital due to severe injuries.”
“A-pa?!” shocked that woman named Annante, in shock. “Sir Louis injured because of what?”
“I don't know if about the problem.”
Annante seemed to think hard for a moment. “Send the address of the hospital where sir Louis was treated via my email address.”
“I...”
“Now!” cut Annante off, then he just cut off the phone.
Without waiting for long, he immediately rushed to pick up the Gucci bag he had brought today. Entering car keys, mobile phones, and some important items that he always carries when traveling. Because of her hurry, Annante even forgot the semi-freddo coffee with biscuit which is a favorite drink for her.
If only he had not been determined to contact the male secretary, Annante would have known if Louis was seriously injured and had to be hospitalized. Annante initially contacted Louis' secretary because he wanted to know the man's activities, so he could not set aside a little time to receive calls or read the short messages Annante sent. Instead of getting the desired information, Annante instead got another more surprising information.
Louis was seriously injured and had to get treatment in the hospital.
“Anna, where are you going?” tanya Ismi—asisten Annante who had been a substitute secretary for Alea, when Annante planned to resign—asked.
They did not meet in front of the elevator. Annante seemed to be in a hurry to get down, while Ismi seemed to have something to say.
“I want a half-day leave.”
“Half day off? Where are you going?”
“To the hospital,” replied Annante who was still made anxious because he was waiting for the elevator that did not open.
“Hospital? Who is sick?”
“….”
“Anna, you heard me, ‘kan?”
Annante who had daydreamed, immediately turned to the side. He then nodded clumsily. “Yes. What's up?”
“Who is sick? What is your family?”
“Not,” replied Annante while rummaging through the contents of his bag, then he pulled out the phone. Check the incoming email box.
“Then who?” ask Ismi again. Out of curiosity, Ismi kept asking. It is rare for Annante to take half a day off. Moreover, this took a half-day leave suddenly.
“My boyfriend,” Annante replied briefly. Along with the sound of the elevator clinking and the opening of the elevator.
“You ....have a girlfriend, Ann?”
Annante who had entered the elevator hurriedly only gave a faint smile. “Hm. We just inaugurated the relationship.”
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“You've been feeling better, Lou?”
The man sitting on the patient bed with his mouth full nodded silently. The woman beside him who was feeding fresh fruit pieces painstakingly did her job. Since arriving in this room twenty-five minutes ago, the woman who works as a super model was unceasingly devoted attention to the man. He had even forgotten the fact that before this day happened, they had a chance to bicker.
However, now women who use abstract motif dress that falls on the knees of the Miu Miu brand forget her frustration the other day. At the moment, her husband is injured quite badly.
“Eomma where?”
Instead of answering Lea's question, Louis who had just swallowed the food in his mouth immediately asked another topic.
“Tante Nata go outside for a while,” Lea said in a sloppy tone. He then glanced at the pastry he was carrying, but Louis did not touch it at all. “You want to eat another one? Maybe cake?”
“No. I'm full.”
“I brought cake from the cake shop..”.
“I said no,” cut Louis with a flat expression. “I'm full.”
“Ah, so it seems.” Lea smiled clumsily as she moved to keep the plate filled with cut fruits to feed Louis.
They are only two here at the moment. That's the part where Louis was treated. While in the other part that was covered with curtains, it sounded rather crowded. There were more than three voices that were mutually unpretentious at one time. Louis and Lea could hear their conversation clearly, as indeed this room was not that big. The barrier between them is only a curtain.
“I have acquaintances in this hospital. It just so happened that he occupied one of the important positions on the board of directors. I've contacted him so that you immediately get a private inpatient room.”
“Why?”
“Why what?” confused Lea. “I did all this because you must be uncomfortable being treated in one room with strangers.
“He is not a stranger,” Louis corrects with eyes starting to shut. “He's the father of Alea,” he continued.
For the first time in a long time, Louis spoke Alea's name again with his own mouth. Though usually Louis always uses a substitute word or figurative word. But this time it doesn't happen anymore. Lea was secretly upset for no reason because Louis mentioned Alea. The owner of the name whose voice is occasionally heard, overhears a chat or question that is suddenly thrown at him.
“Syar’i.”
“What?” confused Lea.
“Not only closed, but syar’i.” Louis answered again with his eyelids still closed. “If you want to dress covered, he does not need to use a head covering. But he was not only dressed in a closed dress by using a head covering and face cover, but also in accordance with the rules or religious law that he embraced. That's his name syar’i.”
“Where did you get such a vocabulary, Lou?”
Louis chose not to speak up. He did have time to find out some basic questions related to Islam on the most popular search sites. The search he did in his spare time had made Louis plunge into the reading arena that explains what Islam is. The religion espoused by Alea—women who so managed to attract his attention. From that search, Louis also became aware that women in Islam should cover their bodies as well as Alea. Because in Islamic belief, the beauty of a woman's body should only be seen by men who marry her later.
“You are curious once yes, same covered woman?” Lea asked again while massaging Louis's arm. “What makes you so interested in him?”
“Auranya,” answered Louis spontaneously. ‘Aura she has is different. His face, though covered by cloth, looks so radiant.’ Louis continues in the heart.
He quietly closed his eyes because he wanted to focus his hearing on the conversation of the people next door. Especially in the familiar voice that occasionally heard answering questions for questions thrown at him.
“Aura Alea tea is now different, yes. Shining more brightly. Maybe because soon want to go to halal.”
“Dadav, you're talking what the hell.”
“Lah, that's it. Highlight his eyes are also different, as if he can speak if there is love blooming.”
“Astagfirullah, Dadav.”
Even if only occasionally heard and Louis did not fully understand the topic of their conversation, he could still be grateful for still having the opportunity to hear the voice of the real form of the wingless angel.
“Lou, since you listened to me or not?”
Shocks that disturbed one of his arms, making Louis inevitably open his eyes. “What?”
“You're the shit. From earlier I talked to you, but you were silent.”
“Better you shut up,” says Louis. “Risgin.”
“A-pa?”
“I'm uncomfortable hearing your voice that keeps asking me to talk.”
“….”
“Better silence,” said Louis final. He then closed his eyes again, then changed the position to be slightly sideways. A sideways position that is certainly safe for the injured part of the stomach.
While in the other part of the room, the patient bed appears to be surrounded by people nearby. Starting from the tip of the foot, there are Astronauts and Galaxies standing, joined by Star and Davian on the right and left sides. It's like the angels Munkar and Nakir who's willing to question.
“By the way, when the beautiful date will be released soon, bang?” tanya Gemintang while looking at Anzar with eyebrows up and down.
“Iya, um. Dadav also has GBL nih.”
“GBL? What term is it?” confused Gemintang. Know-how Davian suddenly replied with terms that are not understood.
“GBL is very impatient loh,” said Davian straightened out. “Kids style today in Jakarta.”
“Pillage om do not understand,” sahut Gemintang. “The bottom line is we are waiting for good news from my brother's family. We are ready to participate and immerse ourselves in the wedding of Alea.”
“Waiting for the good news,” comments Anzar, passed santuy. “Candidate husband Alea is actually already impatient. He every third of the night must make a prayer that more or less sounds like this, ‘Allahumma layyin qolbahu kamma laiyyanta li hadiid li david.”
“Papa,” leerai the son who suddenly reacted. It seems Alea is embarrassed by herself.
“Om, Davian doesn't know Arabic. Please translate dong,” pinta Davian who was made curious about the meaning of do’a.
Anzar smiled broadly as he looked at the princess closely. “That means..” He then glanced at the nephew who looked curious because he had to wait.
“...yes Allah melt his heart as you melt iron for the prophet David.”
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