Not the Wrong Matchmaker (R2)
BSJ 06: Some are Broken, but Not Glass
...'Keep your betrothed secret, and announce your marriage.'...
...-hr.thabrani-...
...BSJ 06: Some are Broken, but Not Glass...
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Breeze of the morning wind, welcome the hijab-sharp girl. With a light step, he answered every greeting that his fellow friend made to him. Behind the cover of his hijab, there was a small humming that was chanted along the way.
It has been a week since the sermon arrived. Aurra, the beautiful girl has received everything with a chest. After all, the decision was absolutely taken by himself. Without anyone's interference. Whatever the consequences will be, he will face them with sincerity.
"Good morning Doctor Aurra?" Sapa is a doctor of his age.
"For Doctor Alana." His speech was soft greeting the beautiful woman who works as a pediatrician.
"This morning looks so good. What's the matter?" Ask the questioner, while smiling meaningfully.
"There's nothing what Doctor Alana." He spoke with a soft tone of his own.
"really? So who's the lucky guy who pinned the diamond ring on your sweet finger, Doctor Aurra."
God, smiling with satisfaction.
Alana and Aurra went to the same school. At the time of both High School. The two split up when they entered college. Aurra attended King's College London, England. While Alana continued her college bench in the country, precisely at UNAIR or Airlangga University. Then, by Allah's will, the two were rediscovered in one of the largest private hospitals in Jakarta, where they serve now.
Aurra gave a small smile, before answering her friend's question during High School.
He became reminded of a hadith of the Prophet of Allah which read 'Hide your proposal, and announce your marriage.'(Hr.Thabrani).
Aurra did ask her parents not to spread the issue of the sermon that night. Aurra herself does not really like to indulge in things that she thinks are personal. Therefore, until now all that knows about him has been in the sermon is his family, also Radityan family of course.
But do not cover, if many Aurra friends ask the meaning of the diamond ring that has been embedded in the sweet. Not infrequently, among them consider Aurra married secretly.
"Doctor Aurra!" Call one of the nurses who came to him.
"Yes, what is Sister Santi?"
"There are patients who are victims of consecutive accidents waiting for handlers in the ER. Doctor Andre's on duty on the 3rd floor, so we're short on medics." The woman dressed as the nurse.
"Okay, I'll be there soon."
Aurra said, before turning towards Alana.
"I'm Doctor Alana first."
"Yes, don't forget to invite him if there's good news about Doctor Aurra." Alana Timpal.
"God, if there's one." Aurra said before it passed.
"Assalamualaik."
"Getishalight."
The beautiful girl in the scarf'i hijab passed. With quick steps and haste he entered the room with the door painted green. The smell of fresh blood rancid mixed with antiseptic liquid welcomed his arrival immediately. The pain from the candidates of the pasinya, immediately made his heart go rogue. Immediately he approached one of the patients waiting for treatment.
His left leg was destroyed, Aurra believes he was the driver of one of the vehicles involved in the crash. In her right arm there was a scratch, Aurra thought it must have been a cut from the broken glass of the car, if you look at the type of wound. Some of the body of the male victim was also blue and bruised, possibly due to a hard impact with a blunt object or car dashboard.
"Suster Santi, immediately prepare the operating room. We're gonna do the surgery now."
His orders were directly carried by a sister named Santi.
This world of work Aurra, berjibaku with blood symbology, smell of blood, anti septic, operating room, surgical procedures, is one of the supporting elements in the world of work. For Aurra to fight with death is a must. Though the destiny of one's life is in His hands, remember. There is an ihktiar before tawakal. That is, there is an effort before surrendering to the almighty.
Sometimes time cannot compromise. Only a few seconds late, can be a life of equal. This is the risk of a doctor carrying it on his shoulders. Providing first aid, rescuing, providing medical care, also protecting the community to avoid some important things in order to maintain the health of themselves, and the surrounding environment. Noble profession that requires a lot of courage, broad insight, skill and ability qualified of course.
Tinnnnnnnn
Tinnnnnnnn
The sound of the heart rate detection machine is loud. In line with the death of the seconds of life there. 6 people dressed specifically to handle the patient of the operation, exhaling tired breath. There were also those who stood without an unreadable expression.
"Patient Named Supranto, age 34. One of the victims of a consecutive accident. Time of death, at 08.59 minutes west Indonesia time."
'Innalillahi wainnaillahi roji'un.' Lirih the girl dressed in sterin, involuntarily sheds her tears when her hazel iris catches the patient she just handled dies.
They, including himself, have tried their hardest. My worship with time is also the angel of death which is always a terrible scourge for every patient at the end of his life. They fail, not because they are negligent or make fatal mistakes that cannot be tolerated. They lost one of their lives with severe injuries to their legs, broken neck bones, and a violent impact that resulted in a blood vessel rupturing in part of the brain. They've been trying their hardest, but what's the power. All creatures are His, and will return to Him at His will.
'Innalillahi wainnaillahi roji'un, may he be accepted by your side ya-Rabb.' He was small, while leaving the operating room, because there were still many lives waiting to be handled by him.
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"READY, GRAK."
"REST IN THE GRAK PLACE." Commando voices the leader of the Apple ceremony today.
In front of him, march all members of the Indonesian National Army (TNI AD) special unity squad. With the uniform of Field Service Clothing (PDL) in army green with a distinctive striped strip that serves to facilitate camouflage blending with the nature of Indonesia that tends to be colored.
"Assalamualaikum Warohmatullahi Westarakatuh." The soldier said his greetings, in his ready position.
"Waalaikumsalam Warohmatullahi Wabarakatu."
Answer the soldier in unison before him, while speaking in a ready position, then return to the position of rest on the spot.
Everything lined up neatly under the hot sun in the afternoon. Staring straight at their ceremonial leader who was talking about his speech ahead.
After their leader closed his speech, the four of them kept their hands beside the temple, forming a corner on his elbow. Giving a sign of respect to the ceremonial leader who returned to the place.
"READY GRAK. WITHOUT RESPECT, TURN RIGHT DISPERSE LINE, WALK."
Decide on a firm voice that echoes in every corner of the place.
The young warrior in front of him, changed his position to be ready. Then perform both right movements simultaneously and simultaneously. And disband their ranks.
"Why are you Van, from then on smile smile continues?" Ask one of the soldiers in TNI AD uniforms.
"Yes, you've got another durian dapet collapsing?"
Typal is one more.
"Again happy times, can be on leave. Can go the same way bebeb." Tempt others, while smiling seductively.
"Totally Van?"
"No." Answer's flat.
"Hadeh, the plate is very much you. Name there's a girl who likes you later." The bloody man.
"I go home first, if you guys still want to talk." His words were flat, while respecting for a moment towards his fellow colleagues before passing after his respect was answered by his friends.
He was happy, for some reason his heart felt this light just because he muttered his name. Smile, or just remember her soft voice. Ah, Van'ar so the spirit of 45 to immediately go to the place where the girl is.
'Astagfirullah, strengthen your servant from the extraordinary charm possessed by one of your mehluk.' Small stuffed up.
One week after running the service, and placed in the Army service home. Finally, this handsome young man was able to return to his large family home. Also revisiting the heart that always filled his chest cavity.
This is where it is located, in one of the largest Private hospitals in Jakarta. His little heart's intention was to see the idol first, before returning to his house. With his full Dinas outfit, the handsome young man in white compared to his fellow friend was silent for a moment. Doubt approached him, when he wanted to ask about the girl he was about to meet.
"Have you heard yet?"
"Sound what?"
"Ah yes, I heard that Dr. Aurra is on the doorstep?"
"really?"
"Yes. You see, there's a ring on his ring finger."
"But some assume that Aurra's doctor is married."
"Yes too. She was beautiful, kind, smart, good again. Subhanallah, anyway."
"Ih, how can we be Dr. Aurra's gibahin anyway? It's not good."
"It's not ghibah, it's just spreading important info."
"Oh, same time."
After the death of three sisters whose intentions were wanted to be asked by him, the young man stood stiff in his place. Is that news true? Is it too late?
He had not yet expressed his heart, whether quickly God distanced his love. Inside that puzzled and questionable mess, his sharp bead stared westward. A group of women with doctors walked from there. Chatting while laughing cheerfully along his net.
His black iris caught the figure he was looking for. Walk between them. Even so, Van'ar could see a smile rising behind the veil cover, as the woman asked him questions.
"So it's true, Doctor Aurra has been betrothed?"
Sayup van'ar can catch their conversation. But I don't know what the girl's answer was, what she saw they increasingly teased her. Is this news true? Is it too late? Really it?
With a gontai move, the handsome young man left the hospital area. Carrying a piece of heart that feels starting to fall out of place. His heart was worried, loving in silence the girl who was 5 years old on it did carry its own risks for him. However, no matter how big the age difference is, isn't it not that important. Most importantly, the man who is ready to marry him matures, in the sense that he is steady can become a priest who can guide and protect his future wife.
"What the hell is it? Lunar attention from earlier kok menggamun continue." Ask the twin, who is now pausing his activity typing on his laptop keyboard.
"Hm, no way."
"Are there problems at the base?" Ask the girl with the cream.
"No."
"Kok daydreaming?"
Lunar's sure, if anything goes wrong with this trip. Because they are born twins, who have a strong bond to what is being felt by the twin.
"You know Aurra's already on a stake?" Ask Van'ar to the point.
The beautiful girl hummed in the shade and gasped.
What is this, why his brother asked about Aurra.
"Yes, you know." He answered honestly, while researching the change in the face of the twin sister. Still flat, but he could see there was anxiety there.
"What's the matter bang?" Ask curiously.
"Do you know who asked for it?"
'Adeh, asked how malik nanya anyway?' Inner Lunar.
"Yes, of course you know. Aurra's father was his future wife bang Anzar." He was honest and to the point.
"He's our sister-in-law's candidate. Last week father, same Lunar mother who went to preach mbak Aurra for bang Anzar." He said with an expanding smile.
Somehow, if remembering the girl would be his sister-in-law, made Lunar very happy.
Deg
Turning upside down with the expression of the man beside him who was already illegible. Murder in the midst of his surprise.
You hear, something broke but not glass.
Sister-in-law's candidate, didn't listen to Van'ar wrong? The girl who managed to give so much interest to him, will become his sister-in-law's candidate. What a surprising suprise. How is the little heart of Van'ar, well are you there?
The handsome man in casual clothes waltzed away, leaving no word. Leaving a storied frown on his younger brother's forehead.
"Bang Van'ar why? It's weird." Little murmurs saw the behavior of the brother.
****
If anyone asks, what it's like to hear a girl you've loved in silence for years with someone else, ask Van'ar. I know what it's like now, between the pierced daggers that are drawing deep in his heart. Or the brokenness that made his heart break as broken as it was, without any meaningful rest.
If the man who preached his puja was someone else, he would definitely not feel this destructive. Here, the man was his own brother. His own family, but no one told him. Do they ever appreciate their feelings?
Frustrated, the handsome young man scrambled his black mane. His family is not entirely guilty, because Van'ar has always hidden his interest in Aurra.
But, how else. Rice has become porridge. Although there is a shortsighted term before the yellow curvy, cornering can still take place. Besides Van'ar is not that small, as broken as his heart now or later. He will try sincerely, releasing what is not destined to be his. He believes that. Because love is not coercion, but happiness. Therefore, for the sake of his love he was willing to release Aurra, as long as the girl was happy with her brother later.
'Love is not as long as it has to be, right?
If it is your destiny with my sister, I sincerely lilla hitaala. Achieve her happiness, because part of my love is to see you happy even if not with me.'
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Sukabumi April 19, 2020
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