TOAST
* Slice 231, Chased for grief
"Family Mr. Dzulhilmi" call the ICU nurse.
"The change that comes in" said Fajar.
"OK" Dafi replied as she walked towards the ICU.
Dafi walked into the ICU door. He was asked to wear special clothes first then remove the footwear and change with the footwear that has been provided. He also wears gloves, only after entering again into a door.
The Intensive Care Unit (ICU) is not just any room. Patients who are in this room require intensive treatment so it must be sterile from various things. Even the families who visit it are limited. In this room, patients require intensive special treatment.
Why should anyone come in dressed like Dafi? because the room and the patient must be completely sterile. People from outside who enter can carry germs that can be bad for patients in the ICU room.
the doctor approached Dafi.
"Oh, her sister, the doctor, is home?" ask the doctor in the ICU.
"There is a dock, change in, I just came from Semarang" replied Dafi.
"The father may have been told about the patient's condition, as a fellow Muslim, I feel there is a patient waiting, please Mr. approached, the patient's condition is stable as ordinary sleepers just do not respond" explained the doctor.
"Well doc .. thank you" replied Dafi.
With sure steps, Dafi approached the patient's bed. Dafi kissed his father's hand and whispered.
"Dad .. It has come. If Dad wait Mas . now no one is waiting for Yah. insyaa Allah we are all sincere. Thank you for being the greatest Dad, forgive us all for not being able to make you happy. La ila hailallaah wa Anna Muhammad darasulullah.." whispered Dafi.
Tears must be held, so that Mr. Dzul know if the responsibility is ready to take the place of his father.
"Allahhhhhh." said Mr. Dzul at the end of his breath.
The monitor reads, doctors and nurses give resuscitation as a first step. Dafi was asked to leave the room.
When Dafi came out, Dawn heard a familiar sound to her. Plus there were tears held in both of Dafi's eyes.
"Mas ... Father why .. Mas?" buru Qeena's.
Dafi hugged Qeena tightly.
"Prophey yes ... I don't exist" Dafi said.
Dawn and Qeena instantly fell silent, only tears flowing from their respective eyes.
"Family Mr. Dzulhilmi" call the doctor at the ICU door.
Dafi, Qeena and Fajar approached the doctor.
"We've tried our best, but fate says something else" the doctor said.
"Innalilahi wa innailaihi rojiun" said the three compact.
"Okay doc, thanks for the help. How can we take care of our father's return?" ask Dafi.
"While tidied up first, want to be bathed here or at home?" said doctor.
"At home, Doc" replied Dafi.
"According to the procedure yes, wait two hours can only be taken home" said the doctor.
The dawn prayer sounded.
Crying Qeena broke in front of the ICU room, his body was already limp like boneless. Fortunately the Dawn behind him swiftly caught Qeena's body.
Dafi and Fajar carry Qeena's body to the patient's waiting area.
"You take care of the administration there, Jar, all the ambulances. Please tell the house people as well, Mas take care of Qeena first" said Dafi.
Many of the patient's families who helped Dafi made Qeena aware. After awakening, Qeena hugged Dafi while crying.
"Patience .. patience ... I left with a smile, so you can't sing anymore" Dafi said.
"Why Daddy go fast Mas .. Qeena hasn't returned the favor ... Qeena hasn't given Father a grandson .. Qeena has not been a good ghost" said Qeena
stammered.
"We pray at dawn first" invite Dafi while holding the body of Qeena who is still lemes.
The dawn of back and forth taking care of the administration, it is a bit of a hassle if the victims of road accidents toll like this, a lot of which must be reported.
Qeena was in Dafi's arms after the prayer, her crying was hard to stop. Many times Dafi strengthened him, many times his tears fell again.
From a distance, the Dawn that was heading towards the musholla noticed the two human children. Dafi was again busy receiving calls from various parties, from his office, from his brother and markai taulan confirmed the news heard.
The dawn that sat beside Qeena, Qeena's head fell on her shoulders as it began to feel dizzy. Dawn took Qeena's forehead.
As soon as Dafi turned her back, a feeling of guilt separated the two. Dawn with her great love and Qeena with her sincere attention is definitely capable of becoming a great couple in the future.
Dafi did not come to them but waited on the garden bench.
Exactly at six or fifteen minutes, Mr. Dzul's body was in the ambulance to his house.
"Udah Qeena, Dad is not there, do not be mourned, if you love Dad, pray for him" said Dafi hug Qeena's shoulder, Qeena's head leaned on Dafi's shoulder.
Mr. Dzul died on Friday, a good day for Muslims. Go after Dafi comes and whisper his ability to take care of the family and replace the position of beloved Father.
The driver's airbag inflated, but somehow the driver died on the spot. Dafi called the victim's family, but asked for time to take care of his new father's body he would come there. Dafi also transferred some money to take care of the driver's funeral.
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The tent is already standing in the yard of Mr. Dzul's house. Many people have gathered. The family still seemed to take care of Bu Fia who was so emotional that she fainted many times. Izma looked the same. His body is helpless. Damar has been loyal to her since last night. Damar's parents who were colleagues of Mr. Dzul also seemed to have come to the funeral home. Mr. Dzul's coworkers, Dafi and Dawn also appeared to arrive.
Perhaps it is the custom of the big family Mr. Dzul, if there is death ga send a bouquet of flowers, so there is no bouquet of flowers from the office. Because according to Mr. Dzul, bouquets are not useful, just as a greeting. So from the morning, small meals to box rice and mineral water come very much. Mak Imah and Mak Nuha assisted others to tidy up all the food and drinks on the table so that for mourners who have not had breakfast can take and enjoy beside the house.
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The sound of siren ambulance approaching, everything inside the house immediately scattered out.
Qeena and Dafi went down first. Isak still crying unstoppable, Mak Nuha embraces her daughter. Mak Imah gave Qeena a drink. Dafi's clothes bag was immediately taken with Mba Mini for safekeeping.
Rian who did not understand, only saw the body of his father who was stiffened in front of him. Bu Fia and Izma are fainting again due to hysterics.
"Russia ... Father .. Bobo's father" asked Rian innocently.
"Rian can read Al Fatihah .. read yes let me calm down" pinta Qeena.
Dafi and Fajar seemed to be talking with Mr. RT and the manager of the mosque. The plan will be buried before Friday prayers, at nine o'clock will be buried in a public cemetery that is not far from home. Ms. Fia agreed with Dafi's plan.
Why not wait long? because it must be hastened, the family also has stayed up from night waiting for news, so it is better to be hastened than all the more tired.
Mr. Dzul's family is complete to gather so it does not require any longer waiting time. They taught together, Dafi and Dawn helped bathe the body of the Father.
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The Iyus family came complete, they followed the study carefully, only Iyus who even enjoyed eating rice boxes in the side yard.
"Sir Iyus did not join naji tuh inside, it's besan" said Mas Anto.
"Laper gw .anything has been a lot of salaried. Mumpung this rice box from the famous Padang restaurant ya hajar bleh first" replied Iyus.
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Ms. Fia fainted when the body was about to be sent to the mosque. Finally Qeena decided not to go to the funeral because she wanted to take care of Bu Fia.
Sobs continued to color the procession starting from the house to the mosque to be sholated and then taken to the cemetery.
Dawn and Dafi come down to the burrow as a form of his service to Mr. Dzul. Izma continued to hold Rian right beside the tomb, apparently Rian was just starting to understand that his father was dead and would be buried, he began to bring a lot of questions to Izma. Damar also still looks with Izma.
Mak Nuha and Mak Imah did not come along, he along with others tidied up the house and received guests who were still arriving.
His sister Pak Dzul there is no one who did not come too because he wanted to keep Bu Fia who seemed very difficult to accept the reality of having to separate from her beloved husband.
Ms. Fia was taken to the room for a break. Qeena was waiting in the room.
"Tante .. want to eat?" ask Qeena.
"Call Mother.." replied Bu Fia weakly.
Qeena was stunned to hear Bu Fia's reply.
"It's hard to follow my heart, but this is Dad Dzul's last message . he wants you to be able to call the same call as a real child" Bu Fia explained.
"Yes ... Yes Bun" replied Qeena enthusiastically.
"Dad ... You even intend to make me a child .. not a son-in-law .. thank you Dad .." said Qeena in her heart.
Bu Fia's room door was knocked by his brother Mr. Dzul.
"Get in" replied Qeena.
"Qeena .. outside there is Chef Ale come alone, guanteng polllll .. has long not appeared in tivi, but the original is more handsome" said his brother Pak Dzul.
"Qeena found Chef Ale first yes Bun" said Qeena.
Replace his brother Pak Dzul who accompanied Bu Fia.
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"Thank you for Chef's arrival" Qeena said as she sat on the carpet opposite Chef Ale.
"Sorry yes . I just knew, my wife had seen the status of your medsos, ngabarin when I was walking. My wife can't come because there are still babies" explained Chef Ale.
"Father Chef . so troublesome" said Qeena.
"Why .. Now everyone's going to the funeral?" ask Chef Ale again.
"Yes Chef . ga too far from here, so nine o'clock is already on the way, let's ten o'clock all be done. It is Friday, so let people still have time to pray Friday" said Qeena.
"Later to the evening there's a study?" ask Chef Ale.
"There's a Chef" Qeena replied.
"Later I send coffee here, my concoction products in the form of sachet tea, just stay brewed boiling water, surely if the Fathers on can coffee" said Chef Ale.
"So troublesome yes Chef" said Qeena.
"Ga too. oh yes Qeena, you are informed that we are planning a meeting with Mie Sehat, if not yet able to attend, I informed the party there" said Chef Ale.
"I asked Mas Dafi first, Chef. Yesterday I gave you permission, but now it is like this yes, there will definitely be a seven-day study. I take care of it first Chef, I will also be allowed to attend the course" replied Qeena.
"It's okay" said Chef Ale.
"Chef Ale .. Can you take a picture?" ask the family of Mr. Dzul.
"May.." replied Chef Ale kindly.
Suddenly the house was like a fan meeting event, someone asked for a photo together to make a story on his social media. Chef Ale also seemed friendly at serving his fans.