Abraham and Asyila 2

The Atmosphere at Home

Abraham Mahesa's Residence.

Abraham and Asyila had arrived home, the compact medics dropped Abraham off and put Abraham in a wheelchair that Ashila had previously bought for her husband.

“Assalamu'alaikum,” says Abraham and Asyila.

“Wa'alaikumsalam, let's go in.” Arumi looks very sad with teary eyes when she sees her favorite daughter-in-law sitting in a wheelchair.

Arsyad and Ashraf walked over with sad gazes as their father for a while could not walk normally as he usually did.

The medics brought Abraham in and put some medical devices for Abraham's treatment at home. It is likely that every day there will be a nurse or doctor who will come to control Abraham's latest condition.

“For the time being Mr. Abraham should increase the rest, we will in the future try to provide the best care even though not in the hospital,” said the doctor who handles Abraham.

Abraham, Ashila and the others thanked him. Then, the doctor and the others decided to return to the hospital.

Now Abraham could only lie in his room and be accompanied by his two little sons who kept looking at him with a sad look.

Arumi, Dyah and Herwan leave the room so Abraham can rest again.

“You why do you look sad? You guys should be happy because I can go home. Or do you want me to go back to the hospital?” ask Abraham.

Arsyad and Ashraf quickly refused while shaking their heads.

“Can't, Dad's here,” said Arsyad while holding his father's hand as if afraid if his father really returned to the hospital.

“Daddy... hiks .. hiks.” Ashraf, who was on his left side, suddenly cried and immediately climbed into bed with his father's arm tightly hugged.

Asyila cried out, though she was sad because of her husband's circumstances. However, behind it all there are sweet things that can be picked from the events that occur.

“Darling, Daddy here shouldn't cry. You have to comfort Dad so that your father can recover. Who wants you healed?” asyila asked Arshad and Ashraf.

Both of them compactly raised their hands while mentioning their respective names.

“Well then, you should smile a lot and not cry like before.”

“Siap Mommy,” reply both.

Asyila suddenly felt hungry, she offered her husband to eat with her. Abraham gave a small nod and without a second thought, Asyila rushed out of the room to immediately grab some food in the kitchen.

“Aunty, how is Uncle doing? He means Dyah, is Uncle sleeping?” ask Dyah curiously.

“Still very early for your Uncle to sleep, Dyah,” replied Asyila while continuing to step foot into the dining room.

Dyah was like a chick following its mother, she continued to follow Ashila to the dining room.

Arsyad and Ashraf remained faithful to accompany their father who was still lying on the bed with his legs wrapped in bandages.

“You guys why shut up?” abraham asked in astonishment at hearing only the breath of his two little sons.

Arsyad and Ashraf looked up to Abraham.

“Why see Dad like that?” abraham turned to his little son in turn.

“Father quickly healed yes, let Daddy who took Arsyad to school,” said Arsyad who would love if his father could deliver him to school.

Abraham assented while stroking Arsyad's hair gently.

“Hmm... If Ashraf wants to go to school, Ashraf has to be a submissive boy. God willing Father and Mother will send Ashraf to school next year,” explained Abraham.

“Yang same as school Brother Arsyad ya Dad!” pinta Ashraf wants to go to school with Arsyad.

Arsyad eagerly asked their father to allow Ashraf to attend the same school as him.

Abraham reluctantly shook his head, a sign he rejected Ashraf's wish to attend a school with his older brother.

“Darling, if that one Dad doesn't allow it. I hope Ashraf is not sad and not disappointed because I did not allow Ashraf to go to school with Kak Arsyad,” explained Abraham.

Abraham could not imagine what if his two children lived in Jakarta, while he and his wife lived in Bandung alone.

“If Ashraf is one school with Arsyad, what about Dad and Mother in Bandung? If Dad's okay, but what about Mommy?

Whose mother will take care?” asked Abraham who wanted to hear Ashraf's response.

Ashraf quickly abandoned his intention to attend the same school as his older brother, and what his father said was very true. If he and Arsyad go to school in Jakarta together, his parents will be lonely at home. Not to mention if the Father works and has to go home at night, it could even be days not to go home because the work business has not been completed.

At the same time, Ashila came with a meal containing a plate of rice and side dishes plus two glasses of large drinking water.

Not only did Ashila enter the room, Dyah entered to take her two sisters out of the room.

“Let's play monopoly with brother!” take Dyah while moving her hand so that Arsyad and Ashraf leave their parents' room immediately.

Arsyad and Ashraf ran as fast as they could to play the monopoly game that Dyah had previously bought.

Ashila and Abraham stared at each other with their sweet smiles.

“My wife now looks even more beautiful,” praise Abraham.

Asyila blushed in embarrassment while picking up the plate on the tray.

“Mas, tomorrow Asyila will go to the house of Mbak Rahma. Can it?” ask Asyila.

“What should tomorrow? How about later in the afternoon, Mas also wants to come there,” replied Abraham.

Asyila sighed while looking at her husband's helpless condition in the hospital.

“Mas should rest a lot at home, about that let Asyila alone take care of it. Mas no need to worry about Asyila, Insha Allah Asyila is protected by the Creator of the heavens and earth,” Asyila explained.

Abraham sighed and he nodded his head in agreement.

“Mas hungry, let's feed Mas!” pinta Abraham and open his mouth until it is in the shape of a large o.

“Read Do'a first, Mas Abraham!”

Abraham patted his forehead and the two read Do'a together before enjoying a meal together.

Front terrace of the house.

Fahmi suddenly comes and instantly also makes Dyah become misbehaved, actually not the first thing for Dyah to see Fahmi appear before him. But the other thing is this time. Dyah wants to look elegant in front of her future husband.

Fahmi shakes his head looking at Dyah's strange style, he blatantly says that he likes Dyah as usual. There is no term of image guard, Fahmi wants Dyah to appear as is as before.