19. Defandra's First Plan

This morning Dzi was at the UNOC campus early in the morning.

When she arrived at the campus, she immediately went to see Doctor Firman for the dissertation consultation, she was going to write.

"Assalamualaikum, Doctor Firman." Said Dzi after opening the doctor's office to Firman by her subordinates.

"Waalaikum salam, doctor Dzi. How are you? Long time no see. "

"Alhamdulillah, I am fine, doctor. Doctor Firman, what about you? "

"Alhamdulillah, I am also good. Any insight into your research, doctor? '

"Yes. I have conducted interviews with the founders of medical hacking about the relationship between swaddling and the health of the youth, especially children, Doctor. The founder said that swaddling is a prayer repositioning. Where a person performs the prayer movements correctly, he will be healthy. We know that swaddling is a legacy from an older ancestor that is free from our generation. They leave swaddling to babies because we prevent children from being swaddled but with a detailed explanation, the founder explained that all deviations against children, the solution is insha'Allah with swaddling. "

"Can it be proven by doctor Dzi?"

"I've been crossing children with various disorders and diseases several times, thank God, many are suitable for swaddling, without surgery, without tools, and even without drugs, Doctor."

Doctor Firman sighed. He was very worried about what Dzi was serving him. He wants to believe everything his foster children say, but he still has doubts

"Ok, I'll approve in your last chapter, but I beg you to defend all your opinions and findings at the trial that we will hold next month."

"God willing, Doctor."

"One more. We, the team, not only need evidence but there must be basic evidence that can be used as a reference for the acceptance of your research. "

"God willing, Doctor. I will prepare well."

"You can come out of my room when you don't have anything to ask. But if there's still something I can help you with, you can still hold on. "

"God willing, that's enough, Doctor. I beg to say goodbye, thank you for your guidance, Assalamaulaikum "

"Waalaikum g salam"

Before leaving Doctor Firman's room, Dzi lowered her body, and then she opened the door and left the room which had been making her hot and cold since yesterday.

"Ah, thank God, finally my job will end soon. Hopefully, I can complete my assignment and soon be able to focus on Medical Hacking. Amen "

Dzi stepped out of the guidance room. Along the way, she thought about how to assess her position on the research, which due to Doctor Firman's request was difficult to fulfill. It is proven that swaddling rarely exists in the medical field. Although there were, there were only about one or two. Even then, the details were not written.

Ustadz Mujahid as the founder of the medical hacking said that his method was proven based on the patient's progress. Not written in journals because journals are patient healing.

"O Allah, whatever and destroy the theory of my priest, I still believe that the Quran is medicine for humans. I'm sure medical hacking inspired by Your word will become a reference for treatment in humans even if they reject the words, but I believe that when they know the patient's healing in a very simple way, they will admit the truth. "

"Ehm" a voice that interrupted the reverie of Dzi who was still walking alone towards the parking lot. Dzi objected to her steps and looked at the owner.

Assalamualaikum, Doctor. 'Greeted Dzi while lowering her face. The boy in front of her smiled.

'Waalaikum Salam, Dzi. Are you daydreaming? "

"No, Doctor."

"If not, really yes since earlier I called you not to answer."

"Oh really? The doctor is calling me? "

"Ha ha ha, said not to daydream but not being called to hear."

"So-Sorry, Doctor Galih. I don't know that Doctor Galih was here. I may be daydreaming. But it's not daydreaming anyway. Just think a little. "

"If you walk, don't think, Dzi. too danger. Fortunately, I was just shocked and you were still in the hallway of the campus. If on the highway it can be dangerous. "

"Yes, thank you, Doctor. Assalamualaikum. "Galih, who saw Dzi's face flushed with embarrassment, just smiled. Galih knows that interest is measured when he adjusts to the girl he has always loved, but Galih doesn't dare to say it.

"Waalaikum salam," Galih thought as he continued to stare at Dzi when She leaves him.

"You can always make my heart beat faster than usual. And you also always never want to know what feelings I am currently harboring. Fate-fate. Is it my fate to be disappointed because I love you? "Galih made a monologue and then he immediately stepped away from where he was standing.

In the parking lot, Dzi who is already sitting on the seat of the motorbike immediately rushes and drives at low speed. Only a few hundred meters she drove, she felt an oddity. The motorbike swayed as if it was about to fall. Dzi almost crashed into a car that was moving slowly in front of her.

After being able to control the speed of the vehicle, Dzi immediately slowed down her motorbike. She pulled over and tried to take a look at the situation.

"What's the matter, Ms.?" a man who had just gotten out of the car she nearly hit was approaching. Dzi who knows who the man who greeted her immediately shook her head.

"My bike tire is flat."

"Defandra looked at the front and rear wheels of Dzi motorbike. Even though he knew which one looked deflated, he tried to squeeze it with his right hand. He circulated his head, looking for the presence of a workshop around him.

"There is no workshop, Miss, can you come with me by car. Let my men take the motorbike. Just tell me where is your house, then the motorbike will arrive. "

"I'm not used to bothering other people. Sorry I can't. "Dzi's refusal suddenly made Defandra angry. He tried to force the girl in front of him and take her into the car, but Dzi swiftly let go of his hand.

"Sorry, sir. I don't want to be forced into your fancy car. I am a good woman and will not make myself fall on my knees in front of men who like to force women. "

"You are stubborn." Said Defandra as he let go of Dzi's hand.

"Okay, I'll follow you until you get to the workshop. If you feel tired you can ask me for help. '

Dzi ignored Defandra's words. She immediately turned on the motorbike and slowly run it to find a nearby workshop. Arriving at the workshop, she immediately stopped. Her previous focus was only on the road and efforts to prevent her from collapsing due to a limping motorbike, now she has shifted to the garage. The workshop, which was usually crowded with customers, was now deserted. There aren't any activities there. Dzi took a deep breath. Trying to calm down to sincerely accept the situation.

"It was closed? Where am I supposed to be? "

"How? Do you still want to insist on suddenly having a flat motorbike like that? You don't know what risk will happen to the bike and you? Come with me and I'll take you home safely. "

"Who guarantees I get home safely?"

"I"

"Even you don't know whether you can survive or not. Why are you promising something uncertain? "

"Ha ha ha, you don't know who I am? I have men that I can use for whatever I want. Especially just for patching and replacing your motorcycle tires. To change your motorcycle with a car I can too. "

"Yes, I can if I say yes. If I refuse, can you still? "

Defandra is silent. He felt annoyed at Dzi.

"You doubt me, miss?"

"Yes"

"Good. I'm going to make all the workshops in this area close like this one. " Defandra immediately took the cellphone and called someone. Dzi, who doesn't care about Defandra, immediately runs her motorbike slowly, leaving Defandra unaware of her departure.