THE BLESSING OF PICKPOCKETING
BENEFITS OF VOICE NOTE

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After eating the orange, Amie got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. Ragil walked by his side, opened the bathroom door and waited for him in front of the toilet door without closing the toilet tightly.

Just then Putut's phone vibrated, he exited the room to receive the phone. Amie who came out of the toilet did not see Putut immediately ran to look for him. Of course me and Ragil who were inside the room were shocked.

In front of the room Putro tried to intercept Amie who wanted to run out. Dad got up from the chair and saw his daughter. Amie who did not find the figure sought, of course, did not want to be held.

Putut unconsciously walked away from several rooms from Amie's room. His friend in the office asked about the file that could not be opened so that a little long Putut guided the friend to open the file in question. When he returned from the phone, he saw Putro was preventing Amie from continuing to leave the room.

“Where to?” ask Putting gently.

Without turning or looking at Putut, Amie instantly calmed down. He went back to his room and got into his bed with Ragil's help.

‘Bener kowe Nang, if we go home now, of course Amie will be hysterical looking for your figure,’ inner bu Pratiwi noticed the calm reaction shown Amie after hearing Putut's voice.

Mom took Amie to take a shower. He brought a change of clothes Amie and himself, because usually if bathing Amie, his clothes will get wet. Dyed his daughter's long hair. He rubbed all his body. Amie just remained silent without reaction with a blank look. But mother still asked him to talk even though he was not responded to.

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“Put, I asked for your voice note,” I've always had the idea of saving Putut's voice. We are currently sitting in Amie's ward.

“Make what Mas?” Putut is certainly confused.

“If it's midnight or tomorrow Amie's fussy dawn, I'll listen to your voice let her calm down,” I replied. Putut then sent a voicemail to my number.

‘Bobo again yes RA!’

‘Mas PU here, you are calm yes, bobo again!’

Those two messages Putut sent me. In addition he sent the shalawat he was chanting. “Set aja shalawat this when it looks like he wants to wake up Mas, let it be a bit quiet.”

“Your call is special huh?” godaku's.

“It was not intentionally created by us. At that time Amie was only in the fifth grade of elementary school.”  Putut told me the beginning of their special call.

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Tonight I'm on duty at the hospital. Amie's going to the bathroom. The bathroom lights are on. I waited for Amie to come out of the bathroom. Out of the bathroom Amie's eyes begin to look for the figure she wants to see.

The figure Amie was looking for was not in the room, she walked towards the door trying to find outside. I know Amie's looking for Putut. I'm taking the phone in my pocket and listening to Putut's voice recording. ‘Bobo again yes RA!’

Hearing that voice, Amie went straight back to her bed. I helped her get on and put on her blanket.

I listened to the recording of Putut's voice reading the holy verse of the Qur’an. Hearing that there was a small smile on the corner of Amie's lips and she fell back into a deep sleep.

‘Luckily I recorded Putut's voice, Amie woke up and rushed out of the room looking for him. Just listen to the sound of the recording he immediately went up to his bed and slept again,’ I send the chat to mas Putro and Putut.

***

“Can be brought home, as long as it is not forced to return to normal. Another week of control, the next control two weeks later. Don't make madam Rahmi see something that will make her sad or depressed.” Thus the doctor's message to mas Putro and father.

Putut was in charge of feeding Amie breakfast and taking medicine. Dad immediately took care of the administration of Amie's return, he also told me and my mother to come immediately to go to Jogja.

We went to London in two cars. Father, mother and Ragil left in my car, while Putut and Amie were in my car with Putro.

Putro's car remains in hospital. Throughout the journey the dust is still thick. Amie looks scared to see if there is a motor that precedes their car.

“Mas, it looks like he's scared to see the motor speeding. May I have him sleep on my thigh so as not to see the streets?” Putut asked permission from Putro. She could not bear to see Amie's frightened reaction.

Mas Putro immediately turned around and saw Amie's frightened face. “Ya already, do your best.”

“RA, bobo here yes,” soft Putut pulled on Amie's shoulder and positioned it to lay his head on her feet. Amie lays her head on Putut's lap.

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“Tomorrow morning so leave for Bandung Le (call for boy )?” ask dad. He was told by Mr. Cokro, Putut will take care of the resignation letter in his office.

“No morning sirde, I ordered and got a ticket for the night. Tickets leave tomorrow morning out.” Answer Putut. “Please pray that everything is made easier so that it can be finished immediately the management of his letters.”

“Aamiiin, good luck with your affairs!” reply dad.

Me and Putro discuss this. We concluded there was deep love from Putut for our sister. Putut worked at PT Telkom since he studied with PT Telkom scholarship. If it wasn't love, what motivates a man to leave a very good job for a widow like Amie. Amie is not a rich widow.

Afternoon, after Maghrib prayers we and our family pamit. “Sorry to trouble ya Ma'am,” whispered mother on bu Pratiwi.

“What's the trouble in? You ‘kan know yourself, Amie was also my wedok child since long ago. Not just your son. Child care dewe koq bothered?” Ms. Cokro doesn't feel bothered by the task of caring for Amie.

All this time the duty of care was indeed he who handles. Though there is no blood relation between us and the family of Mr. Cokro. Just because it's been since their parents that the relationship with the neighbors is good, beyond the blood relationship. Then there is never a sense of burdened caring for soba.

“I say Mas, the father in care I have been troublesome, koq now even add my titan,” dad said to Pak Cokro.

“Ra ono sing repotted, wong urip kuwi roll each other. Ra ono wong dead sing iso burying wake dewe!’ mr. Cokro rejected my father's words, the meaning of the sentence is that nothing is bothered. Those people must help each other. Because no dead man can bury himself.

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