by Sarah Hajar on Thursday, February 3, 2011 at 8:27pm
Bismillahirrahmanirrahiim,
On Wednesday, at 17.00, I'm still in my office because of rain fell in the afternoon. While waiting for the rain to stop, I finish my work examining the petition of goods needed by the teachers and my employees for the months ahead.
Alhamdulillah, at 17:30, the rain began to subside, although still mists. I decided to go home because I had stopped into a supermarket to buy diapers for my cute nephew , Hikaru who was staying at home.
MasyaAllah, it turns out I forgot my raincoat. The day before, I've brought my motorbike to the garage to fix and replace the tires in and out it which is worn and torn. To facilitate a service person to open the motor body, I accidentally left the raincoat at home. And ... I forgot to put it back. Finally I borrowed Mr. Iyans raincoat (music teacher at my school) who did he leave behind in school. Alhamdulillah , raincoat large so as to protect my backpack containing a laptop from the pouring rain and protect my body perfectly. Keep in mind, my raincoat usually only to protect my backpack in the back without being able to protect the chest.
By saying bismillah, I went home and stopped into a supermarket "Griya Hemat" located at Soekarno-Hatta road. And I shopped for about an hour.
I turned on the motor and imagine my beloved mom cuisine is anxious to eat along with the sound in my stomach.
As usual, when i got the “bersama”intersection, I saw a long queue of other vehicles which are equally driven by workers who can not wait to get to their homes. Ah .... Finally the green light showed, after almost 5 minutes waiting for a red light, which is quite long compared to other traffic light located in Bandung, which I never enjoyed driving past when using my Mio.
I run my motorbike slowly because of the dense vehicle and slippery roads after heavy rain enough this afternoon. I turned my left sign lamp, because I'm accustomed to using the slow lane with the hope to make it safe and avoid the crazy drivers who like driving a vehicle in the fast lane (right).
Brukkkkkk ... .... All of a sudden, very fast, a motor trying overtaking me from the left to take the fast lane. And he hit me-was very hard. I yelled and screamed, because I was separated from my bike and dragged several meters by his side to the left, scattered my shopping, my motorbike bounced and fell right… brukkkk ... hit my leg. AllahuAkbar I said several times, until I finally resigned to imagine a vehicle that was behind me ran over my body, while I can not do anything at all because I could not move my legs. Finally, the last word I say is "lailla haillalloh" with resignation, as I asked Allah in my heart/mind "Oh Allah ... is this the time ?.... I resigned O Allah, and forgive all my sins." And finally I lay my body to prepare for the worst that will happen.
All of a sudden ... "Miss .... miss ... miss .... are you okay ?....... miss ....miss ... ..". I felt several hands reached for my body, lift the motorbike from my feet, and stop all the vehicles that was behind me. "Miss ... miss ... are you okay ?...... ?...... come on miss, could you stand?... lift .... Let's lift ...." My legs ache and feel stiff, so I could not stand alone when they carried me. "Come on guys we pick her up ... .." the vowel sound of a young teenage boy who had been I heard, he was commanding the rescue of his friend in action. "Well, the motor that has been hit flee / run away! ... ..". Before they carried me, I asked for time to draw a deep breath while saying "Astaghfirullah" several times. "Yes miss ... please say istighfar first" said a vowel sound.
"Do not forget the motorcycle belonging to miss ... ... grab the keys as well ... ..." vowel sound was heard again. "Oh no, 'the key motor' of mine, I forgot, I left it on the motorcycle ... .. how's this?" Came the voice of other teenagers are worrying about the motor he left behind and the key when they spontaneous stop and save me. "Have you-there is just this, even thinking about your motor, we must be saved and used to carry this miss" said the voice that sounded beautiful vocal in my ear. "Uh .... He ... yes, we carry this miss to the pavements first " ... .
The police officer was approached and asked, “my angel saviors” to take me into the police station on the crossroad of bersama.
Ah .... Finally I could see “my angel saviors”. They were about 4-6 teenages in grey uniform. Subhanallah, they are all children of senior high school / vocational school who all looked handsome and dashing in front of me, why ?.... yup! because they were the 'my angels saviors'.
Each of them seem to run the job. "Miss .... This is the key" ... .. "... .. miss, your motorcycle over there there ya '... ..' miss,.. this the groceries ... .. many destroyed" ... "miss…. these your shoes." Ah, Subhan Allah how nice of you all, dear brothers. "Thanks for saving me brothers, jazakumullah khoiran katsiiroo ... .. all of you are pious" ... .. "You're welcome miss, Alhamdulillah, you are ok, miss. We please say goodbye ... ... ... .. yes!!! Finally I could see "the vowel sound is" ... .. he's wearing a blue jacket. "Jazakumullah khoiran katsiiroo dear brothers, I hope you guys are always in the protection of Allah Almighty and become a pious child that pride of your parents." I saw them go with a big smile and are happy to see me fine.
3 police officers on duty continuing the task of "my savior angels." They asked a few questions to me, give betadine to the wound, and asked me to immediately contact the family. I phone my family, and my message to my sister "tell mom, .... I am fine, no need to worry!" .... I do not want to worry my mother that loved me so deeply.
MasyaAllah, pain and tenderness and even then began to be felt. My legs, hands, waist, chest, neck .... Ya Rabb. I opened my helmet,Alhamdulillah my head was fine. I checked my feet, subhanallah abrasions, bruises, swelling, and I tried to move it .... Ah, so hurt. I opened my raincoat .... MasyaAllah, a thick coat that had saved my left hand. Yup, the rain jacket owned by Mr. Iyan is very thick and hard, different from mine. Torn !.... part hand of the raincoat was torn and my hand only bruised. Ah .. Mr. Iyan, through raincoat of yours, Allah SWT save my hand ... Finally, my tears flowed with rapids, give thanks and seek forgiveness, I say relentless.
Finally my brother beloved Arsyad come and took me home ... I hugged him, holding his body and pain in my heart .... O Allah, forgive for all my sins ... and I thank to the police officer.
I saw the look on their face from all my family .... Especially my mom ... ah never mind do not need to tell here, because not enough place to tell someone how concerns of those whom they loved. I love you so much Mama, Papa, and my brothers and sisters beloved.
That night, I pondered what had happened and went to sleep peacefully ... Alhamdulillah
"No work, just break first honey ...." Mama and my sister's request. "It's okay Mama, I take a taxi. Alhamdulillah my head/brain is okay, so it can be used for work. Moreover, today there is a meeting of school principals at work, there must be something important to discuss. " They relented and by walking with a limp/stumped,I will meet with my “Mutiara Bunda” friends who I always miss by taxi.
Subhanallah, my bos, my best friends and my friends at the office so worried about me but I said to them that I was fine. Thank you for your compassion, it makes me forgot my pain. And special for Ms.Novi and Ms. Tina (My bos), jazakumullah khoiron katsiiroo , I love you so much. Both of you are so loved and served me for a day of it, seemed to be Queen .... Oh Allah, thank you You for giving me Accidents (musibah) and Blessings simultaneously. I love you so much ya Rabb .... Hold me with Your grace,always. Aamiin.
I still continue to reflect and pray ...
Indonesian
Hari Rabu, pukul 19.00 pm ,Keajaiban-Nya terjadi padaku….Alhamdulillah…
Pada hari Rabu, pukul 17.00, aku masih berada di kantorku karena hujan turun pada sore hari tersebut. Sambil menunggu hujan reda, aku menyelesaikan pekerjaanku memeriksa permohonan barang-barang yang dibutuhkan oleh guru-guru dan karyawanku untuk satu bulan kedepan.
Alhamdulillah, pukul 17.30, hujan mulai reda walaupun masih rintik-rintik. Aku memutuskan pulang karena aku harus mampir dulu ke supermarket untuk membeli pampers untuk keponakan laki-lakiku yang lucu, Hikaru yang sedang menginap di rumah.
MasyaAllah, ternyata aku lupa membawa jas hujan. Sehari sebelumnya , aku baru membawa motorku ke bengkel untuk diservis dan mengganti ban dalam dan ban dalamnya yang sudah aus dan sobek. Untuk memudahkan tukang servis membuka bodi motor, aku sengaja meninggalkan jas hujan di rumah. Dan…aku lupa memasukannya kembali. Akhirnya aku meminjam jas hujan Mr. Iyan (guru musik di sekolahku) yang memang beliau tinggalkan di sekolah. Alhamdulillah jas hujannya besar sehingga dapat melindungi tas ranselku yang berisi laptop dari guyuran air hujan serta melindungi badanku secara sempurna. Perlu diketahui, jas hujanku biasanya hanya dapat melindungi tas ranselku di belakang tanpa bisa melindungi bagian dadaku.
Dengan mengucap bismillah, akupun pulang dan mampir dulu ke supermarket “Griya Hemat” yang terletak di jalan Soekarno Hatta. Dan akupun berbelanja sekitar satu jam.
Aku nyalakan motor matikku, dan terbayang masakan mamahku tercinta yang ingin segera kusantap seiring dengan bunyi di perutku.
Seperti biasa, sesampainya di perempatan bersama, aku melihat antrian panjang kendaraan lain yang sama-sama dikendarai oleh para pekerja yang tidak sabar ingin segera sampai di rumah mereka. Ah….akhirnya lampu hijau menyala juga, setelah hampir 5 menit menunggu lampu merah, yang memang cukup lama dibandingkan dengan traffic light lainnya yang berada di Bandung yang pernah aku lewati ketika menikmati berkendaraan menggunakan Mio-ku.
Kujalankan motorku dengan pelan karena padatnya kendaraan dan licinnya jalan setelah diguyur hujan cukup deras sore tadi. Kunyalakan lampu sign kiriku, karena aku memang terbiasa menggunakan jalur lambat dengan harapan supaya lebih aman dan menghindari para pengendara yang seperti kesetanan mengendarai kendaraannya di jalur cepat (kanan).
Brukkkkkk…….tiba-tiba, dengan sangat cepat, sebuah motor mencoba menyalipku dari kiri untuk mengambil jalur cepat. Dan ia-pun menabrakku dengan sangat keras. Aku berteriak dan menjerit, karena aku terlepas dari motorku dan terseret beberapa meter dengan posisi miring ke kiri, belanjaanku berserakan, motorku terpelanting dan brukkkk…jatuh tepat menimpa kakiku. AllahuAkbar kuucapkan beberapa kali, sampai akhirnya aku pasrah membayangkan kendaraan yang ada di belakangku menggilas badanku, sementara aku tidak bisa melakukan apa-apa karena sama sekali aku tidak dapat menggerakan kakiku. Akhirnya kata yang terakhir kuucapkan adalah “lailla haillalloh” dengan pasrah, sambil bertanya kepada Allah dalam hati “ Ya Rabb…inikah saatnya?....aku pasrah ya Allah, dan maafkan segala dosa-dosaku”. Dan akupun membaringkan badanku untuk mempersiapkan hal terburuk yang akan terjadi.
Tiba-tiba…”Ibu….ibu…ibu….baik-baik saja?.......ibu….ibu…..”. kurasakan beberapa tangan meraih badanku, mengangkat motor dari kakiku, dan menghentikan semua kendaraan yang ada di belakangku. “Ibu…ibu…bagaimana keadaanmu?......ibu bisa berdiri?......ayo angkat….ayo angkat…”. Kakiku terasa ngilu dan terasa kaku sehingga aku tidak bisa berdiri sendiri ketika mereka memapahku. “ Ayo teman-teman kita gendong…..” terdengar suara vokal anak remaja laki-laki yang dari tadi kudengar dia mengomando temannya dalam aksi penyelamatan tersebut. “ wah motor yang nabraknya lari tuh…..”. Sebelum mereka menggendongku, aku meminta waktu untuk menarik napas panjang sambil mengucapkan “Astaghfirullah” beberapa kali. “ Iya bu…silakan beristighfar dulu” kata suara vokal itu.
“ Jangan lupa motor si ibu……ambil kuncinya juga……” terdengar lagi suara vokal itu. “ Wah kunci motorku aku tinggalkan di motor…..bagaimana ini?” terdengar suara anak remaja lain mengkhawatirkan motornya yang ia tinggalkan beserta kuncinya ketika dengan spontan berhenti dan menyelamatkanku. “ Kamu ini bagaimana, malahan mikirin motor, kita selamatkan dan gendong dulu si ibu” kata suara vokal itu yang terdengar indah di telingaku. “ He….he…iya, kita gendong dulu si ibu ke trotoar”……
Pak polisi-pun menghampiri dan meminta para malaikat penyelamatku untuk membawaku ke dalam pos polisi yang ada di perempatan bersama tersebut. Ah….akhirnya aku bisa melihat para malaikat penyelamatku. Mereka sekitar 4-6 orang anak muda berseragam abu-abu. Subhanallah, mereka semua anak-anak SMA/SMK yang semuanya terlihat tampan dan gagah di hadapanku, kenapa?....yup! karena merekalah para malaikat penyelamatku.
Masing-masing tampak menjalankan tugasnya dengan baik. “ Ibu….ini kuncinya”…..”Ibu…..motornya ada di sana ya”…..”Ibu…..ini belanjaannya…..banyak yang hancur”…”Ibu… ini sepatunya”. Ah, subhanallah betapa baiknya kalian adik-adikku sayang. “ Terima kasih sudah menyelamatkan saya ya adek-adek, jazakumullah khoiran katsiiroo…..kalian anak-anak yang sholeh”…..”Sama-sama bu, alhamdulillah ibu tidak apa-apa……kami pamit ya…..”. Akhirnya aku bisa melihat si suara vokal itu…..dia berjaket biru. “ Terima kasih adik-adikku sayang, mudah-mudahan kalian selalu dalam lindungan Allah swt dan menjadi anak sholeh kebanggaan orangtua kalian”. Kulihat mereka pergi dengan senyum lebar dan puas melihatku baik-baik saja.
3 orang polisi yang bertugas itupun melanjutkan tugas para malaikat penyelamatku. Mereka mengajukan beberapa pertanyaan padaku, memberikan betadine untuk lukaku, dan memintaku segera menghubungi keluarga. Aku telepon keluargaku, dan pesanku pada adikku “ beritahu mamah,….teteh baik-baik saja, tidak perlu khawatir!”….aku tidak mau ibuku tercinta mencemaskan aku begitu dalam.
MasyaAllah, Rasa sakit dan perih itupun mulai terasa. Kakiku, tanganku,pinggangku, dadaku,leherku….ya Rabb. Aku buka helmku, alhamdulillah kepalaku baik-baik saja. Aku periksa kakiku, subhanallah lecet, memar, bengkak, dan akupun coba menggerakkannya….ah, sakiiiit. Kubuka jas hujanku….masyaAllah, jas yang tebal itu telah menyelamatkan tangan kiriku. Yup, jaket hujan milik Mr. Iyan memang sangat tebal dan keras, berbeda jauh dengan kepunyaanku. Sobek!....bagian tangan jas hujan itu sobek dan tanganku hanya memar. Ah.. Mr. Iyan melalui Jas hujanmu, Allah menyelamatkan tanganku…Akhirnya air matapun mengalir dengan deras, mengucap syukur dan beristighfar tiada henti.
Akhirnya adikku tercinta, Arsyad datang dan membawaku pulang…aku memeluknya sambil menahan rasa sakit di badan dan hatiku….ya Rabb, maafkan atas segala dosa-dosaku…dan terima kasih pak polisi.
Kulihat raut wajah dari semua keluargaku….terutama mamah…ah sudahlah tak perlu kuceritakan disini, karena tidak akan cukup tempatnya untuk menceritakan bagaimana kekhawatiran seseorang terhadap orang yang sangat dicintainya. I love you so much mamah, apa, dan adik-adikku tercinta.
Malam itu, aku merenung dan tertidur dengan nyenyak…Alhamdulillah
“ Tidak usah kerja, istirahat saja atuh teh….” Pinta mamah dan adikku. “ nda papa mah, teteh naik taksi saja. Alhamdulillah kepala teteh nda apa-apa, jadi bisa dipakai kerja. Lagipula hari ini rapat para kepala sekolah di Mutiara Bunda, jadi khawatir ada yang penting”. Merekapun mengalah dan dengan jalan tertatih akupun menemui teman-teman Mutiara Bundaku yang selalu kurindukan menggunakan taksi.
Subhanallah, teman-teman dan sahabat-sahabatku di kantor begitu mengkhawatirkan aku tapi aku tegaskan kepada mereka, bahwa aku baik-baik saja. Terima kasih atas rasa sayang kalian, itu membuatku melupakan rasa sakitku. Dan spesial untuk Bu Novi dan Bu Tina, jazakumullah khoiron katsiiroo dan I love you so much. Kalian begitu menyayangi dan melayani aku selama seharian itu, serasa menjadi Ratu ….Ya Allah terima kasih Kau berikan Musibah dan Nikmat secara bersamaan. I love you so much ya Rabb….jangan jauhkan aku dari rahmatMu,aamiin.
Aku yang masih terus merenung dan berdoa…
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