7. Just Let Her Go

Mrs Darmi moved her legs many times. She smiled. The dislocated leg, which initially hurt a lot when She moved it, is now normal. The pain disappeared somewhere, replaced with a happy glow on her face. She tried to get up slowly and then stood up and moved her legs and took a step.

"Alhamdulillah. My leg doesn't hurt anymore. My foot doctor is cured, thank God. Thank you, Sazkia. Thank you." Sazkia nodded.

Wildan, who had finished examining the child, immediately came out and looked in amazement at Darmi's condition. He grabbed Darmi's leg and moved him slowly. No screams of pain as usual. Wildan moved Mrs. Darmi's legs once again. Until the third movement, Mrs. Darmi did not react anything. Wildan smiled at Sazkia who was still observing Wildan's actions. Wildan smiled too. He is happy to see his patient recover.

“Masya Allah, Mrs. Darmi. You have recovered?"

Darmi nodded. Her eyes were shining with joy. Wildan looked at Sazkia who looked at Mrs. Darmi.

"Alhamdulillah all thanks to Sazkia."

"Not me madam, but thanks to Allah's help"

"Yes, through Sazkia."

"But even though she has recovered, Mrs. Darmi must still rest for a day here."

 Wildan Advice. Darmi nodded. She obeyed Doctor Wildan's orders and walked towards the patient bed. Sitting on the bed, stroking her legs.

Syamsa who saw Sazkia could only frown her face. She was annoyed to see that everyone was amazed at her luck including Qomar who looked at Sazkia in amazement.

"You do have the ability to heal people huh, Saz." Doctor Wildan, a doctor who works at the regional public hospital, knew Sazkia at the town square when they attended the independence day ceremony, smiled as he stroked Sazkia's head.

Qomar was taken aback. His chest rippled at the doctor's sweet treatment to her lover.

"The ability to heal still belongs to God, Doctor. I'm just an intermediary. "

"Okay. I salute you. "

“Saz. Can I have a massage too? " a middle-aged woman who was lying on her bed also asked Sazkia for a massage. Sazkia approached carrying cooking oil on a small plate nearby

"I hope mother can get well, but let's pray and ask Allah to be healed soon."

"Bismillahirrohmanirrhiim" The woman began her prayer. Sazkia followed what her second patient did.

She began rubbing oil all over the patient's feet and began massaging.

Half an hour passed, the woman who since yesterday could not close her eyes because of the pain in her legs, slowly snored. Hearing the patient's snoring, Wildan smiled.

"Apart from healing the patient's wounds, you actually have sleeping pills too, don't you, Saz?"

Sazkia looked at the middle-aged woman who was now sleeping in front of him. She did not stop the massage movement because she knew that the woman's difficulty was due to the feeling of stiffness in her body.

"It turns out that Sazkia is smart too, Qomar. I would love to have that ability to massage my children and my husband tomorrow. " Qomar who heard Syamsa's voice smiled.

"If I were your husband, would you also do it to me?"

"Of course. Who else would I massage if not you? '

"Thank you."

"Don't you want to pray at all to be matched with me?" Qomar scratched his head then looked at Sazkia who was staring at him.

"I. . . . I will accept whoever is the best match from Allah. "

"Alhamdulillah, I hope I will be your best partner, dear. No other girl will take you from me. Whoever She is. "

Qomar was silent. This made Syamsa cling to spoil.

"Why don't you amen?"

Qomar smiled. He was confused. Between confirmed and not. He wanted to guarantee Syamsa's prayer but he knew that the other side of his heart wanted Sazkia. There are two different rooms for two girls with different characters. If he had Syamsa, all his friends would give him thumbs up because he was able to get his idol. But if he got Sazkia, everyone would say he was great because he was able to conquer icebergs.

Syamsa, who saw Qomar's confusion, stuck herself on Qomar's body even more. Qomar turned his gaze to Sazkia who was busy massaging patients. There was no meaningful response on Sazkia's face. No jealousy and emotion there. This disappointed Qomar. He thought that the love between them was only one-sided.

"Qomar, why don't you amen?"

"Yes, Sya Amen. May Allah grant our prayers. "

Sazkia lowered her head. Her heart broke when She heard Qomar agree to Syamsa's request. She did not expect that the man she loved had the desire to have a girl who had just recovered from the trauma of a landslide.

“Sazkia, do you want to go to the kitchen to get lunch? Come on, accompany me there. I'm lazy when I meet Mr. Budi. Looks like Mr. Budi is in love with you, that's why I'm calmer when I come to the kitchen with you. ”Sazkia nodded and then took Lina's hand.

Medium Syamsa who saw Sazkia leave immediately smiled triumphantly. He took Qomar's hand and tried to kiss his face.

"What's wrong with you, Sya?"

"I'm cold, Mas. I want you to stay here with me. Syamsa doesn't seem to like it when you and I are close, huh? "

"Not. He doesn't really matter with our closeness. "

"I'm not sure, Mas. He just said that he would defend Mas Qomar from the temptation of any woman. "

"Oh, right? When?"

"Earlier before you came. He must really hate me. Because when I asked for a drink, he didn't want to get it at all. "

Qomar looked at Syamsa with a sigh. Absolutely did not think that the usually gentle Sazkia has a bad character towards others.

"But he's usually nice to everyone, Sya. Really, if he's like that to you? " Qomar began to show his instability. Between believing Syamsa's words and believing in the truth that Sazkia was indeed the girl whom he had known everyone well.

"You know he's good because you've never seen his ugliness, right? Try to open your heart a little to see the bad side. "

"Yes. You are right. All this time I've never seen the downside at all. '

"That's why he looks fine, Qomar."

Wildan, who heard Syamsa's words, pretended to lower his head, busy himself with the cellphone in his hand.

“I also saw that he was always trying to get Doctor Wildan's attention. He smiled sweetly in front of the doctor and frowned when in front of me. "

"Never mind. Don't talk about him anymore. I am tired. Yesterday he was also angry with me for no reason. "

"Am I right? '

"Yeah. You are right. I will try to neutralize my feelings and see both the good and the bad. "

"It is better."

"You want lunch?"

Syamsa nodded.

"They should have come here and brought you lunch. But until half an hour like this it hasn't arrived yet. "

"They must be eating in the kitchen."

“Wait here, okay! I'll get it. "

Qomar was about to leave Syamsa however, Syamsa immediately grabbed Qomar's hand.

"I am coming along."

"You don't feel dizzy anymore?"

Syamsa shook her head as she tried to get up from the bed slowly. When he felt safe he stood up. He stepped beside Qomar who was on guard to guard the body of the beautiful girl next to him.

"Don't get dizzy?" said Qomar.

"A little. But I have to keep going, right? I don't want everyone. . . "

"Aw"

Syamsa's leg tripped over something making her body sway. He almost fell if only Qomar hadn't caught him quickly.

"Are you dizzy?"

Syamsa shook her head. She grinned. She knew She wasn't tripping over anything. She just wanted Sazkia and Lina, who were walking towards her, to see how much Qomar cared about her.

When Sazkia and Lina were right in front of them, Syamsa groaned.

"Ow, Sazkia, It’s hurt. Why are you stepping on my feet anyway? " Sazkia who didn't do anything shook her head.

"I'm not Step. . . . "

" Don't be evasive, Sazkia. I know you did it to Syamsa out of jealousy. " Qomar said with shining eyes, holding back his emotions. He immediately looked down and saw Syamsa's right thumb bleeding. Qomar blew on Syamsa's leg to reduce the pain. Syamsa who pretended to be sick just grinned at Sazkia who was stunned at her.

"Look at this! Her leg is bleeding. If not you who stepped on,  how it can bleed like this? '

Once again Qomar blew on Syamsa's wound. Sazkia also saw Syamsa's feet. She was completely unsure if Syamsa's leg was injured at this time. She knew that the wound was dry and bleeding again from being scratched or intentionally injured. Sazkia frowned, trying to make sense. Analyze what might have happened.

“Dear Mr. Qomar. Allah knows best what made her feet bleed like that. Assalamualaikum"

Sazkia ran leaving Qomar, Syamsa and Lina who were still stunned. Lina almost caught up, but Qomar's hand stopped her.

"Just let her go"