Rudi is my Love
RAC 46: Happy Endings of Disaster

*Rudi is My Love (RAC)*

Three nights Rudi had gone through with Istikharah prayer. Before dawn was heard from Al-Fatah Mosque, Rudi had a serious conversation with his mother about Haji Suharja's offer for Rudi to propose to Vina.

“Daeng likes it to two people, Di. Kulsum and Moon. On the religious side, the Kulsum is stronger. She must be a godly wife and daughter of an ustaz as well. But, Kulsum is still in college a few years away. If you wait again, slander in the community can continue to exist. If it's the Moon, Daeng remembers his sacrifice very much when you were at the point of almost going crazy. He always comes to cheer you up, bring you all kinds of food, gifts. From there Daeng can be sure that the Moon can accompany you, not only in good times like this, but also when you collapse. If the problem is wearing a hijab, he will if you ask. All this time you've been telling her to wear a hijab?” kamsiah said softly to his son.

“Never, Daeng,” replied Rudi.

“Try it someday. Daeng that if he saw the prayer at home, it was like an angel. I would love to have a daughter-in-law like her,” Kamsiah said. “But it's up to you, Di. Daeng is no problem for anyone. The important thing is both Daeng and you are happy. Do not let Daeng want the Moon, keep you according, but it turns out your love to Kulsum.”

“Hahaha! Yes, Daeng,” Laughter Rudi.

Allahuakbar!

Azan dawn sounded.

“Ya already, Daeng. Later I spoke to Pak Haji about the proposal offer,” Rudi said to his mother.

When the dawn prayer, Rudi saw Haji Suharja there. He also plans to meet with her.

Brief salad.

“Assalamu ‘alaikum, Daeng,” said Rudi while approaching Suharja who just wanted to get out of the mosque.

“Eh, Son. Wa ‘alaikum greetings,” replied Suharja without a smile.

“How is Vina, Daeng?” asked Rudi gently. Because, looking at the look on the fat man's face, it seemed like his mood was not good.

Suharja exhaled a long, heavy-sounding breath. His pair of eyes were slightly teary, as if his heart was holding back a sense of sadness.

“There's no news at all, son. The police have not received any information. My sister in Jakarta also has no information,” replied Suharja sadly. “Look at it, Son. If for my request to you to propose to Vina, forget it. I didn't think about that. What I think about now is how Vina can be heard and can go home. His mother until pain think of him.”

“Okay, Daeng,” said Rudi without saying his point because Suharja had spoken first. He was worried that if he expressed his rejection as well, it would hurt Suharja's heart.

So, after the dawn prayer, Rudi was final in his decision.

“Daeng, this afternoon or tomorrow-tomorrow, we welcome to the Moon house, yes. Applying,” took Rudi to her mother, before she left for the auction.

“Aalhamdulillah's. Yes,” replied Kamsiah enthusiastic and happy.

With a passionate feeling like the soul of Satria Baja Emas is riding a motorcycle on a sandy beach, Rudi bergeber motorcycle casually. Beautiful fantasies in the future with the Moon were immediately visualized in his head.

Teeeet!

“Allahuakbar!” pekik Rudi was surprised not to play.

Bruakr! Brak!

Rudi's negligence in driving makes it a bit to the middle in cornering around the corner. Even he was late to realize the spotlight from behind the bend even though the car from the opposite direction has not been seen.

So, it was too late Rudi marginalized the position of his motorcycle to the edge. Along with the scream of the car horn that emerged from the bend, Rudi's motorcycle was hit hard by the front side of the car's microlet.

Rudi and his motorcycle bounced and then hit the wall of the residents' house. The position of the bend was indeed flanked by residential houses.

“Astaghfirullah! Astarghfirullah!” the public transport driver was shocked and panicked. He was carrying two passengers, a vegetable trader mother and a middle-aged man in a brown jacket.

The driver immediately stopped the micrololette. With trembling hands in shock, the driver who was the moustached middle-aged man opened his car door.

The noise is very typical of the type of sound, making some residents of the house out to see

“Aakk!” erang Rudi who lay tight on the fence wall of the residents' house. “Allah, Allah, Allah!”

Rudi could only mention the name of Allah in exchange for his groans. He's in a lot of pain.

Rudi suffered a leak in the head and his temple was rubbed off on asphalt. He wasn't wearing a helmet, but a peci. It turned out that the peck could not protect his head if it fell.

In addition, he felt extreme pain in his right leg and right hand. The bike was worse.

“It looks like his bones are broken. Come on, lift up slowly!” said a resident who had held Rudi's body.

“Pak, turn the car around. Direct delivery to hospital!” another man shouted to the microlover driver.

“I-iya, Sir!” said the driver whose heart was beating.

Tawwa who brought a pick-up car from Rudi's house to the auction, decided to stop because he saw the crowd in front. He could have guessed that there was an accident.

“Who was in an accident? Who knows my neighbor,” said Tawwa.

He immediately got down and ran to the center of the crowd.

“Yes Allah, Mr. Ustaz!” pekik Tawwa was surprised not to play when he saw the motorcycle and its owner.

Rudi was being carried to put in a microlet.

“Hold, Sir. That's my boss. Please raise in my car!” bawwa shouted quickly, before Rudi hunted inserted into the microlet.

“Come, take it to the car there!” local people command.

“This is who hit? Who?” ask Tawwa.

“I, Sir,” replied the microlet driver received incorrectly, while also lifting.

“Bapak must be responsible! Don't try to escape!” snapped Tawwa, the soul of the auction appeared.

“Tawwa!” call Rudi while frowning in pain.

“Yes, Mr Ustaz!” sahut Tawwa high-pitched, he still carried emotions to the public transport driver.

“Bring me to the hospital. Let the car go, I was wrong. Aaaa! Continue, do not tell Daeng first yes!” rudi's orders.

“Iya, Mr. Ustaz,” replied Tawwa while walking on the side of the cuttings. “But that driver has to be responsible!”

“Do not make people difficult. It's my fault the bike is the road in the middle,” said Rudi in a weak voice.

“Alright, Mr Ustaz!” said Tawwa with a heavy heart.

So, thanks to Rudi's kindness, the accident problem was resolved to that extent. Rudi accepted his own mistake.

He was taken to hospital in a bloody condition. But apparently, as a form of responsibility, the mukrolet driver decided to accompany Rudi. The passenger he dropped off on the road and his car he left in front of the house.

The driver helped to bandage the wound on Rudi's head in a very simple way so that not so much blood came out. Blood also comes out from wounds on the feet and hands.

Along the way to the hospital, Rudi just keeps thinking while enduring the pain. (BH)