71. It Just A Help

"Bro!" shouted Ehsan as he saw Dayyan speeding his bike out of Zahra's fence. He deliberately waited for Dayyan to come out of the alley. "Yeah, what's up, Mas?" Dayyan stopped but didn't start the engine. "Let's talk for a while." Seeing the serious look on Ehsan's face, Dayyan immediately turned off the engine, took off his helmet and parked his motorcycle slightly to the edge of the sidewalk. "You still want to make a living, right?" Ehsan began to pressure Dayyan." If you're a motorcycle taxi driver, be a good motorcycle taxi driver, don't bother my future wife!" Ehsan snapped. Dayyan was a bit startled to hear the yelling of a stranger. Not unknown, because he often saw this man sitting on the bench in front of Zahra's house. Dayyan had thought Ehsan was a security guard in the complex, a kind of non-uniformed security guard, but strangely yesterday when people came to Zahra's house, this man did not show his nose. "Wife-to-be? Who does that mean? Introduce me as Dayyan." Ehsan chuckled. "Ehsan, Zahra's future husband!" Ehsan said, patting his chest. Dayyan now understood more. This man was apparently jealous of him. "I'll remind you once again. Be a true motorcycle taxi driver. You don't have to get along with my future wife. She's friendly to everyone, so you don't need to be overbearing." "Look bro, Ehsan is your name. I'm just a motorcycle taxi driver, and I also just work to make a living for my family. So there's no story of being familiar or overbearing, I and Ms. Zahra are in a professional relationship, we need each other because we are colleagues," Dayyan answered at length. Ehsan was slightly relieved by Dayyan's explanation, it was good that they were just coworkers, but he was still jealous of Zahra's attention to the man in front of him. He saw with his own eyes, Zahra often offered tea, coffee, and even served food to Dayyan. "Anyway, if Zahra offers food and drink, don't accept it!" Ehsan was confused by Dayyan's explanation, on the one hand he felt happy because it turned out that there was no special relationship, but it was also awkward to call Dayyan. So he still felt obligated to warn Dayyan. "Bro, Ms. Zahra is opening a stall, selling food, it's natural that we ojek drivers are offered free food and drink. You, as her future husband, should be proud to have such a good wife." Dayyan tapped Ehsan on the shoulder, then approached his motorcycle. The man didn't want to waste time, there were still a few more orders to be delivered. Just a few meters into the ride, Dayyan suddenly heard his cell phone ringing, a call from Farah. He hurriedly pulled the motorcycle over and picked up the call from his wife. "Dad, Athaya's condition has dropped again. Can you go to the hospital now? It's an emergency." "Yes-yeah, I'll finish one order first, then go straight to the hospital, it's close by." The man hurried to the address point displayed on his phone screen. Zahra had just wrapped up the last order when Dayyan arrived with a worried look on his face. "Ms. Zahra, I don't think I can finish the last order, Athaya is down, I need to go to the hospital immediately." "Oh God, I hope Athaya is strong. Yes, Mas, it's okay if I order one more ojek online. But Mas Dayyan, don't speed. Be careful." Zahra replied anxiously. Indeed, she herself, who only listened to Athaya's suffering and Dayyan's family's struggle, felt anxious too. The girl hurriedly took out her cell phone from her robe pocket and opened the m-banking application. A few days ago, Zahra had asked for Dayyan's account number because she was going to pay for a motorcycle taxi service. Because she sells online, the money she receives from customers also goes into her account. "Bismillah, I hope this can help Athaya's treatment." Zahra sent the fifty million to Dayyan's account, then sent the proof of transfer in a WA message. [May this help alleviate Athaya's medical expenses, and may Athaya get well soon.] After typing the message, Zahra's heart felt calm. At least this little bit could help. At the hospital, Dayyan immediately met Farah who was staring at Athaya from behind the glass. The little girl was moved to a special room and could not be visited for the next twelve hours. "Pa. Athaya," Farah whispered when she saw Dayyan coming. She rushed into her husband's arms while sobbing... "Patience, Ma. Patience." Dayyan held his wife as he looked at his daughter who was wearing an oxygen tube, IV, and other devices that he didn't know what they were called.    He has faced this ordeal sincerely for the past three years. As if he is immune, every time he hears Athaya dropping Dayyan can only surrender. He knew that Allah would see his tireless efforts for Athaya's recovery. He has faced this ordeal sincerely for the last three years. As if he was immune, every time he heard that Athaya had dropped, Dayyan could only surrender. He knew that Allah would see his tireless efforts for Athaya's recovery. That night, the two of them stayed at the hospital, on the long bench waiting for patients. At one third of the night, both of them woke up and prayed the night prayer together while praying for healing for their little daughter. In the morning, Dayyan opened his cell phone to find a message from Zahra. Before he could open the message, Farah called out to him, "Pa, we've been called by the doctor. Let's go to his room." They both entered the doctor's room like they were entering an executioner's chamber. When they entered the room, it was as if they were forced to prepare to hear the most horrible news. After a while, they got used to hearing even the worst things. "Athaya's condition has started to improve." Suddenly Dayyan and Farah breathed a sigh of relief. Both of them held hands. It was always like that every time they received news from the doctor.Tension always surrounded the feelings of both of them. "The plan is to move her to the treatment room today for the next three days. If her condition continues to improve in the next three days, then we will confirm that Athaya's condition has generally improved." "Alhamdulillah," said Farah, unable to hold back her tears. "While here, we will continue to monitor her, because although she has improved, there may still be viruses that interfere. We hope that this new medicine will slowly kill the virus." "So we can keep Athaya company for these three days, right, Doc?" asked Farah. "Yes, but only her mother and father, and even then we have to go through a fairly strict sterilization procedure." After saying thank you, the two prepared to see Athaya again. "Sir, ma'am, come with me to the financial administration room," invited one of the nurses. Farah and Dayyan looked at each other. Past treatment fees were still in arrears, now there had to be new fees. Dayyan squeezed Farah's hand for strength. "The special room for Athaya, unfortunately, is not covered by BPJS, so you have to pay for it yourself." Again about money, Dayyan was thinking about where he could get the money when his cell phone rang. "One second, Ma." Dayyan stood up and took Zahra's call. "Yes, Mrs. Zahra, I might come a bit later, I just finished consulting with the doctor." Farah sharpened her hearing as Dayyan mentioned the name of the other woman in front of her.