The Love Story of Son of Sultan
92. So Makmumnya

"Hhhh!" Adip got to his dinas house and immediately slammed the door while sighing harshly.

Joseph, Marcel, and Adam were playing with concubines and were astonished to notice Adip.

"Hoouft Haaaah!" Adip sat leaning forward while refuting his forehead with both hands cupped.

For some reason dealing with Adip's orange became very emotional. Adip is unable to control himself. Adip is upset, wants to be angry but Adip is also always not firm and feels pain himself, seeing Orange cry. Wanting to hug stopped her crying, but Adip realized it was not right for him to do that.

"Gue was wrong to bring him here? Did I tell you he didn't actually qualify to be here? Should he I tell you to go home?" adip's inner doubt.

"But he seemed enthusiastic about coming here? For him to come along if bagini" inner Adip again.

Adip was silent. Adip's common sense says he wants to send Orange home, but Adip's heart says something else. His soul thrashed, wanting to continue to look at her, looking at her beautifully. Even the first Adip schedule is actually the village where Tari is more citizens, but Adip chose to schedule Adip next month to do guidance there.

Adip is not aware of himself wanting to be near the Orange, watching and ensuring the safety of the Orange. Adip did not realize that his emotions burst forth wanting to be close to the Orange but could not, because the desire was cleared with his own mind, Orange would-be wife Doctor Rendi.

Adip walked into the kitchen to get some drinking water. The children then came to him, or knew he was behind Adip until shocked.

"Astaghfirullah, you guys!" pekik Adip was shocked to squirt water in his mouth when he looked behind the 3 sets of children in front of him.

"Silver looks riled up once-e. What's the big brother?" ask Marcel.

"Ah okay this is an adult problem!" adip answered scratching his head in embarrassment.

"If your handsome brother is angry and upset but does not want to tell us, yes already!" answer Adam.

"Hemmm, you little kids don't have to ask about adult affairs. You won't understand!" answer Adip.

"But we can treat the Galauanya Big Brother Ganteng!" marcel.

"Oh yeah?" ask Adip again.

"We're going to take your handsome brother somewhere beautiful. Will she?" ask Marcel smart and good.

"Great place?" ask Adip.

"Yes, it's the afternoon. It must be very good_e." replied Yusuf chimed in.

"OK. okay, then, Brother pray Asar first yes!" answer Adip.

"good. Brother! We wait!" answer children.

Adip then perform the Ashar prayer immediately because it has entered the Ashar time. Adip took Joseph and Adam to the mosque.

"You can have an Adzan?" ask Adip again.

"Can, Brother!" answer Yusuf.

"Yes already. You are adzan ya!" adip asked for.

"Shame, brother, if ashar never had any Adhan. Why is Adzan so funny!" joseph answered innocently.

Because the people around the livelihood of farmers and fishermen, when dzuhur and Ashar they are rarely at home. Mushola is only used during the magrib or if there is a study agenda. Isha and dawn are rare, especially not all Muslims.

Adip then smiled. Although Adip often hangs out with street friends and even often ngamen and joins the angklung community, Adip wants to revive a small mosque in the isolated village.

"Not what. Adhanlah, brother wants to hear!" adip.

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As soon as Adip from the small and narrow helper puskesmas behind the mosque, the sobbing orange became fixated and motionless.

The orange tried to neutralize his claustrophobic breath. To get back to normal while thinking. The orange looked around carefully.

A small wooden house, there are even parts that are hollow because the nails are loose. The size of the house is only 3x6 meters. It is also divided into 3 sections, each room measuring 2 by 3, very cockpit and does not meet the standards of the clinic should be.

There is also no glass window of medicine like those in clinics or hospitals in general. There is only a stick of wooden shelves on the wall and cardboard arranged based on the creativity of the midwife on duty.

The stethoscope hangs on a wooden chair that is faded in color. On the hanging wall, pocket of notes for the estimated birthdays of some patients, the village midwife was quite painstaking and responsible for paying attention to his patients.

In the same place with a very simple arrangement of cardboard shelves, various kinds of analgesic drugs, antipyretics, antibiotics, antihistamines, vitamins and others are lined up. The midwife who was there used a cardboard drug pack arranged and glued to become a shelf.

For those lined up in wooden cabinets, there are partus sets (basic standard birth relief tools), heacting sets (tool sets for sewing basic wounds) and resuscitation sets (simple breath aids)

Beside the wooden cabinet also stood two portable oxygen tubes whose iron was rusted. Although still very limited, apparently the village had received attention from the government, only its human resources were lacking.

"Mother? Is the orange wrong? Oranges are just trying to be a law-abiding citizen. Does orange not have STR even though Orange can do it?" the word of the prolific orange in the heart still continues to justify his opinion.

"Why does Orange seem to be the bad guy here?" the orange her tears were dripping again.

Orange then grabbed the wooden door of the need, orange sat pensively for a long time.

Although Buna did not practice and long left her profession for the sake of her children and husband. Buna has her own special room. Buna also takes care of her children with her hands if anyone is sick.

Actually Orange since childhood has been friendly with small actions. In fact, if the orange to the house of Oma Nurma. Orange always attached to Opa Nando who notabenya senior and reliable Surgeon.

Compared to Flowers whose birth granddaughter, Orange is closer to Opa Nando who only grandfather connected. Oranges are often taken to Om Gery hospital and to Aunty Mira clinic. That is why the orange is very interested in the world of medicine.

It's just that the Orange encounter all goes according to the standards that should be. Hospitals with all procedures are strictly supervised, facilities are versatile and sophisticated, and also skilled and professional personnel. Even some specialists, such as heart specialist, Opa Nando came from abroad.

Now the orange is faced with something that is inversely proportional. Boro-boro there are specialist doctors, with a subdistrict that is very far away and consists of many villages, general practitioners still only have one, only a contract doctor. In the village that Jingga occupy not even one nakes either nurse or midwife.

Orange pondered and his heart began to tingle, while examining the patient records left by the village midwife. Can Orange imagine how great the devotion nakes in that place.

As Orange wiped his eyes and began to realize his mistake, he heard the voice of Joseph's Adhan near the house. Not as beautiful as the muezzin in the great mosque in the capital, even the makhroj Yusuf and his tone sounded faint.

But for some reason, Joseph's voice rattled the soul of Orange. The voice of Joseph's Adhan was stung so innocently, echoing sincerity and true and unconditional servitude to Tuhanya. Like the cry of happiness of wanting to meet the Dzat to give them life, unlike the Adhan that the Orange heard so beautiful but often neglected.

Jingga then closed the records of village midwife patients who were on leave returned to her hometown. Orange is called to pray to the wood stage prayer.

Because it is simple and what it is, the place wudzunya still mixed between men and women. Although Mushola and balaidesa already have electricity, but still there is no water pump, if you have to wudzu still have to draw and fill in the vessel that is flowed.

As Orange approached that direction, Adip who wudzunya canceled because farts wudzu again. They also met in silence.

Adip stared at the orange at a glance with many words in his eyes, but his lips locked and clenched perfectly. Meanwhile, Orange immediately averted his eyes and hid his red eyes.

Orange also does not want to look nervous and misbehaved. Although previously Orange dared to slap him, when faced in this situation, Orange so not wrinkled, his heartbeat pounded irregularly. Orange there is anger, there is guilt, there is also awe began to digest the way Adip's mind has a point and began to invite Orange to think with another point of view.

As usual, Adip walked ignoring the orange to enter the mosque and became a priest praying for the children.

The orange becomes his master.