Want me to Be With You
Misunderstanding the D5
Time passed so quickly, already a year Aqmal holds the status of a widower. The man full of charisma managed to control himself. Now, he was comfortable with his current status. Aqmal, the man chose to go home and work in the City, where he was born and raised.
"Itsa ...!" shouted a middle-aged woman named Santi who is often called Mother Santi.
The shrieking cry made a woman named Fauziah hide behind a tree that thrives on the side of the road. While Aqmal Malik was busy reading the newspaper on the porch of his house, spontaneously averted his eyes. Immediately a smile seemed perfect when he saw the woman who a month ago made him smile because of his silly behavior.
Hiding among the small trees beside the road, Fauziah prayed in his heart not to be seen by his mother.
"Aqmal, have you seen Ziah?" ask Mommy Santi.
"Umm, Ziah__" Aqmal glanced at Ziah. Fauziah shook his head, begging Aqmal not to tell.
"So downstairs, maybe to her grandmother's house" she told a lie.
"Oh .. so he thinks he can escape after removing my beloved tupperware!! You'll see, Zah .." cried Mother Santi.
Tired of nagging, Mother Santi entered the house. Again because tupperware that has not been paid off. After the death of Mother Santi, Aqmal approached Fauziah.
"Where did you dump your mother's Tupperware?" ask Aqmal. He helped Fauziah out of his hiding place.
"I didn't throw it away, brother. But the tupperware is just a walk" replied Fauziah explaining while removing the dry leaves attached to his shirt.
Both of Aqmal's eyebrows swooped up. "You mean?" tanyanya did not understand.
"That's it, sister Nina, she borrowed it. He said he wanted to be taken home yesterday, but he lied. Tupperware was brought to Ternate with his mother" explained Fauziah in an annoyed tone.
Aqmal took a heavy breath. Maybe that's one of the reasons why his ex-wife doesn't want to live in the neighborhood where Aqmal grew up. Already far from the City, ee his neighbor on getting used to borrowing this it. Even though Aqmal's parents are wealthy, they love living in a super crowded environment.
"Yes already, there clearlyin to Mother. It is not good for parents to be angry" Aqmal said.
Fauziah pursed his lips. It's free he explained, his mother would definitely scold him all out. Were it not for Aqmal, Fauziah refused to explain.
After recounting the actual incident, Fauziah got ready for work. The beautiful girl works in a 24-hour Pharmacy. The distance from home is about 2 kilos. It's a long way off, but for the sake of ideals, Fauziah does it with great earnestness.
"Mother .. I go to work first. Assalamualaikum"
Down the stairs, Fauziah breezed out of the house and forgot to kiss his mother's hand.
At moderate speed, Fauziah riding his matic motorbike called Si Jago. While once he smiled greeting the people who lived one complex with him, the Mango complex was his name.
Kanisya Fauziah Darussalam, a beautiful name like his person. The jolly girl who never tired of living her exhausting days. Monday to Saturday, he never takes a nap. With the exception of Sunday, he can take a nap. How not, the morning starts from 07:30 AM he is in School until 13:00 PM. At 14:00 PM, he was at the Pharmacy 24 hours until 19:00 PM. School while working makes him rarely get together with his friends.
As usual, Fauziah parked the Jago in front of the shop next to the Pharmacy, where he worked.
"Ziah, is there?" ask Savana kidding.
Fauziah who was temporarily taking off her helmet, the woman chuckled at hearing it. "There's a dear"
Savana carved out her sweet smile. Fauziah is a good-natured and not arrogant co-worker. Fauziah and Savana are putting together drugs in a warehouse. The new drug is placed on the back while the old stock is placed on the front. Both work according to orders from the Pharmacy's Responsible Pharmacy, where the preparation of drugs based on the alphabet, logo, and syrup and drops and ointments are placed in different cabinets.
"Vana, later in the afternoon accompany me to Toko Bandung ya" Pinta Fauziah while composing the drug in the form of syrup.
"Okay, I happen to have something to buy there" replied Savana who also compiled the medicine.
Nearly two hours Fauziah and Savana were in the barn, both out and joined the other co-workers, who were also on the morning shift. As in previous days, many customers came to buy medicine. Some come carrying prescriptions, some come carrying complaints, some come while carrying wrappers of drugs they consume, and some come to buy drugs for resale.
"Excuse me, is there a D5?" ask a man.
"Sorry, we don't sell Pomegranates. There are only medicines here" Fauziah replied kindly and politely.
The man looking for D5 infusion liquid frowned, he saw Infusion D5 Liquid was inside the glass cabinet, even the stock was still plentiful.
"Sorry Mba, isn't there a D5?" the man pointed at the Infusion D5 liquid.
"Astaghfirullah's... Sorry, I'm new konek" Fauziah patted his seat slowly. He regretted his stupidity. He interpreted, the D5 that the man meant was Pomegranate. Savana and the Apothecary in Charge of the Pharmacy held back a laugh. Likewise with Farul who temporarily serves other buyers.
"Assalamualaikum" A man said hello. Fauziah and the people in the Apothecary looked up to look while answering their greetings.
"Doctor, let's go in" the Pharmacy Manager let Aqmal in. Aqmal came in and sat down. He and the Pharmacy manager have been friends since they were Elementary School, not to mention the 24-hour Pharmacy belonging to the Malik family. That's why Aqmal is not awkward to stop by for a while.
"Hows it? Did he make a mistake?" aqmal asked as he stared at Fauziah at a glance.
"O Allah, why did Brother Aqmal come at the wrong time. Finish me!!" inner Fauziah.