10. Allah's Bless

In a gazebo behind the Medika hospital, a girl is facing her laptop, preparing proposals for youth recitation and social service. The beautiful gazebo, which is a favorite place for Dzi to spend time at Medika Hospital, is a secret place that not everyone knows about. Only a few people know access to the gazebo because the owner of the Medika Hospital is a person who does not want to be identified.

"Assalamualaikum"

A man approached Dzi who was still busy composing sentences in the proposal. Dzi looked at the source of the sound. She was stunned when she found Sahal who was nearby. She frowned, confused as to why Sahal could enter the location without her knowing

"Waalaikum salam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh.," Dzi stopped her activities, then turned to the source of the sound.

"Brother Sahal?"

"Dzi? Why here? Who is sick?"

Dzi smiles. SHe did not think that she would meet Sahal. The man who became her new neighbor.

"Nobody is sick. I'm just happy sitting here. That is all. You too, why are you here? Who is sick?"

"Papa."

"O, what hurts?"

"Heart. Have been treated here and there but nothing has changed. This was information if you had to come here. They said someone from Papa's work has been here. "

"Aren't you waiting inside?"

"I'll just stay here first. There are still many patients inside. I wanted to get priority so that I could go in first and pay more, but the clerk said the owner didn't allow it. I have to queue, he said. "

"Oh, I see?'

"Yes. Sometimes it is surprising that there are people who hold life principles too strongly. No more thinking about income. Just because he's already rich or. . . '

Dzi smiles. She shook her head softly.

"I'm sure not because he is rich or comfortable with his life. Maybe the owner of this hospital just wants to give lessons to the community. People from rich and poor groups alike, they all have the same right to be served well "

"Oh, I see?"

"Can be. But don't know the truth either, Brother. "

"Em, what are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be working? Where do you work?"

Dzi smiles at Sahal's question. It is not a strange question when everyone sees her sitting in a gazebo with several luxurious facilities in the hospital. The backyard of the hospital is a secret Dzi with field facilities for archery, horse riding, and swimming that not everyone knows.

Only she has the right to enter it, apart from her confidants. Dzi who feels uncomfortable with Sahal's presence tries to find an excuse so that she can leave him without hurting his feelings. Her heart is happy when she can be alone with a man who has stolen her heart, but she doesn't want to be too quick to conclude that there is love between them.

"Sorry, it's already azan, Brother. I have to go out first to pray. "

"Then let's be together. You can ride my bike. "

"Thank you. But I'm sorry if I have to reject your offer. Assalamualaikum"

"Eh, yes please."

"Assalamualaikum"

"Wa alaikum sa. . .lam "

Dzi left the gazebo towards the prayer room at the end of the hospital. She immediately went to the place of ablution. Having not had time to turn on the tap, a mother approached her.

"Saifi huh?"

"Eh, I. . . Mam Nancy's. Assalamualaikum, Mam. Mother how are you? "

"Hello, Saifi. How come here? Who is sick?'

"Nothing, Mam. I work."

"O work here?"

"Yes, Alhamdulillah, ma'am."

"Wow, you know that earlier, you told me that you want to come here so you won't wait in line too long."

"Sorry about that, I can't help, Mother. I only work in the cleaning department. It has nothing to do with the patient. "

"Oh, I see? Why does it have to be on the cleaning side, kid? You can treat patients like you did Khalid's father. Why don't you ask the personnel department if you can help the doctor? You must be placed in the cleaning service section. "

Dzi smiles.

"Being a cleaning service, if I am sincere, is also very comfortable, Mother. Whatever the position is as long as we are grateful for the blessings, God willing, I will be happy because my life is only for the pleasure of Allah. "

"But, honey. Ah, I wanted to make you and my son since a long time ago. You are so sweet. Unlike the arrogant Khalid. He wants to win alone and go around with his mother.

"How is your condition today, Mother?"

"Papa? ah, it's getting better but my son, Khalid asked me to bring him here. I'm annoyed with that kid. He often gets angry, likes to win alone and when he gets angry he always leaves the house. " Dzi smiles.

"So maybe the name is a boy, Mother. Want to show her identity so that he is not trampled by women. Let our mother pray. Muadzin has finished announcing the call to prayer a long time ago, I'm afraid we will miss prayer.

"Ok alright, anytime we talk about the prayer."

"Insha Allah." Dzi immediately broke off the conversation, rolled up her sleeves, and started her ablution. Just when she finished, the muezzin had announced the iqamat.

"Subhanallah, miss again" she muttered. She rushed into the mosque and put on a veil and followed the priest who had started the first rak'ah.

"Would you like to not accompany me inside?" Nancy tries to persuade Dzi after she has finished her dhikr. Dzi nodded then took off the veil and put it in the bag.

"Where are you asking me to?"

"Accompany you in waiting for you. Please also check the condition of your husband, okay? Maybe without having to go through internal examination and therapy, your husband can be healthy. "

"Good. I'll try, ma'am. As I could. But I don't promise that you can get well because getting well is God's prerogative. I only help and we leave the rest to Allah SWT. "

"Yes, dear. Come on! I'm sure Khalid is waiting. "

"Come on, Mom."

both of them walked into the waiting room. The heart wants to introduce Dzi to her child, what can I do, until Nancy only finds her husband awaited by his men.

"Where's Khalid?"

"A. . . er, Madame, Young Master left. Suddenly there is a call from his assistant when there is a meeting at the office. "

"Always like that. The child did not care about his papa's health at all. Just watch out if he dares to show himself in front of me this afternoon. I'll blow out his ears until they're hot. "

Dzi just smiled. In her heart, she was grateful that she did not meet Nancy's only child. The woman she has known since two weeks ago when she was accompanying her husband on a walk in the park.

At that time, Nancy panicked to get her husband passed out in his wheelchair. After several times asking for help and none of his subordinates came to help, Dzi came to offer help. She gave several therapeutic measures and led Raharja to take several actions.

Since then, Raharja and Nancy have been friends with Dzi.

"Saifi? You are here? " asked Raharja as he adjusted his seat.

"Have you been here long?"

"It's been almost three hours. You haven't received any services because there are so many patients today. "

Dzi sighed. There is a battle inside between putting Raharja first and letting her queue according to his serial number.

"Ok, wait a moment, yes, I will try to contact someone so that you can get fast service."

"Is that right?" Nancy asked, excited. She was so excited that she forgot that many around her were looking at her with disappointment

, "Mother, don't be so hysterical. Sorry, they looked at us in disappointment. They must think that you have committed nepotism to get services. Sorry, ma'am. Saifi is gone for a moment. "

"Very well, dear. I'm waiting for further information. "

"Mama, what's wrong Ma? I still want to show that you are in charge. Remember what the registrar said earlier. We have to queue according to the order of attendance. That will make Allah even more affectionate towards us because we are not mean to other people. "

"But I pity you. in this weak condition, you have to queue and sit like this. "

"If this is for the sake of recovery, and back to normal as before, I am sincere. Hopefully, this is the best way for me. Healed without surgery, without tools, without drugs and the Amulet. Bismillah "

"Yes, Papa, I'm sorry."

"Mr. Raharja, you have been called to come to the number one treatment room."

An officer met them with some files and tried to help push the wheelchair lightly.

"Is there a treatment room here? Why didn't you take us there earlier so that you weren't too tired? "

"Ah, sorry, Mom. It's someone's request. '

"Good. Come on please push my husband into the treatment room now! "

"Ok"