Abraham and Asyila 2

Asyila Wants to Be Cared At Home Only

Abraham saw the face of his little wife in great detail and finally Abraham saw the cheeks of his little wife who was slightly blue due to the former hard slap of Salsa.

“Astaghfirullahaladzim, this is Asyila's face why turn blue and..” Abraham was surprised to see the blood on his little wife's hijab.

“Aakkhh... Mas, please don't be pressured. Asyila's head was bleeding from the throwing of bricks from Salsa,” Asyila said she tried to keep her husband's hand away from touching her head.

At that time Abraham was crying and blaming himself for not being able to take care of the wife.

“Mas why cry? Asyila is okay. Asyila is strong, like Mas Abraham,” Asyila said.

After saying those words, Ashila slowly began to lose her sight. Everything slowly became blurred and eventually everything turned dark black.

“Asyla... Syila darling.” Abraham tried to wake his little wife. As it turned out, Ashila was unconscious.

Abraham panicked and at the same time, a police car came to arrest the men who had kidnapped Ashila on the account of her husband, Abraham Mahesa.

Abraham lifted his little wife's body to get out of the room and rushed the wife to the hospital.

The newly arrived Eko rushed out of the car to open the car door.

“Where have you been? Get to the hospital now!” Abraham's Commandments.

In the car, Abraham was constantly shedding tears as he pleaded with God to save his little wife.

Abraham did not want to feel the loss of his little wife in his life.

Moreover, they have young children.

“Eko, faster!” Abraham's Commandments.

“Good, Mr. Abraham,” reply Eko no less panic.

****

Dyah increasingly panic and confused how to, because the stock of ASI that is in the refrigerator stay a little.

“Yes Allah, is something bad going on with Aunty Ashila? O Allah, why do the disasters endlessly come to Uncle's family?” asked Dyah who had been waiting for good news from his Uncle.

“Mbak Dyah why is it still here? Why not sleep? Let Mas Akbar Mbok Num be guard,” said Mbok Num.

“Mbok Num should rest, Dyah can still keep Akbar's sister,” said Dyah who is increasingly worried by continuing to check his phone may have a message from his Uncle.

“Mbak Dyah does not need to be confused with Mbok Num. Let Mbok Num be the one who takes care of Mas Akbar!” pinta Mbok Num's.

“Alright, Mbok Num. Sorry to trouble Mbok Num.”

“Yeah, Madam Dyah. Mbak Dyah did not bother Mbok Num at all, Mbok was happy if assigned to guard Mas Akbar,” replied Mbok Num.

Mbok Num himself did not know that Asyila was in danger, at home only Dyah only knew that his Aunty was being kidnapped by a woman named Salsabila aka Ratih.

“Hallo, Assalamualaikum. Uncle, has Aunty met?” ask Dyah.

Abraham also told Dyah that they were in the hospital because Ashila was unconscious.

“Ya Allah..” Dyah cried knowing that his Aunty was not well.

The call ended and Dyah continued to cry.

Mbok Num who was holding baby Akbar, was surprised to hear the sound of Dyah crying in the living room.

“Mbak Dyah why cry?” ask Mbok Num to panic.

Dyah was not focused on Mbok Num's question, because she was trying to contact her husband to come to his Uncle, Abraham's house immediately.

“Mbak Dyah!” call Mbok Num once again while patting Dyah on the shoulder.

“Mbok Num, can you take care of Brother Akbar? Tonight Dyah will go to the hospital,” Dyah said in a panic.

“Do you not have to wait for Mr Abraham and Miss Asyila?” ask Mbok Num.

“The problem is, Aunty Asyila is in the hospital. Aunty who is sick, Mbok Num,” said Dyah.

“Innalilahi wa innailaihi rojiun, Miss Asyila why get in the hospital?” ask Mbok Num who is now really worried.

“Tok!! Tok!! Tok!!” The sound of knocking on the door from outside.

“Assalamu’alaikum, Dyah this Mas!”

He ran to open the door immediately.

“Mas, let's go to the hospital now!”

“Good. Then, what about our daughter?” ask Fahmi.

“Asyila we keep bringing, Mas. Come on Mas, come on!” bring Dyah who wants to quickly arrive at the hospital.

Dyah asks Mbok Num to look after Baby Akbar and Bela while they go to the hospital.

Mbok Num also agreed with a feeling of worry because he did not want if Asyila, who was like his own grandson why-why.

“Sabar, Dyah. Mas is also trying to avoid traffic jams,” reply Fahmi who continues to drive his car.

In the hospital.

Abraham can't seem to wait for word from the doctor about his little wife. Abraham hoped that the wife was fine and not seriously injured enough.

Eko, who was sitting in the waiting chair, was also worried because it had been more than 1 hour the doctor had not left the room.

“Mr Abraham, sir's wife is fine. However, it takes time for your wife to recover. Because the wound on the head is quite serious and we sewed Miss Asyila's scalp as much as 5 stitches,” explained the female doctor who handled Asyila.

“Can my wife go home, Doc? I mean, can my wife be treated at home? Because I know, surely Syila will ask to go home,” said Abraham.

“If you want so is also okay, most importantly the wife of the Master should not move much,” reply the Doctor and after that pay attention to check the condition of other patients.

After the doctor left, Abraham quickly went into his little wife's room to see the circumstances of his beloved wife.

“Mas, Asyila why stay in the hospital?” asyila asked in a very soft voice and barely heard by Abraham.

“Syila is calm yes, we are currently in the hospital because Asyila collapsed and had to receive stitches in the head,” replied Abraham.

“Mas, we go home now yes. Asyila does not want to be in the hospital,” pinta Asyila.

Abraham paused for a moment and took off his jacket to cover his little wife's head because the hijab Asyila had worn before was not fit for reuse.

“Syila sure you want to go home tonight? Why not wait until tomorrow morning?”

“Mas, we have a baby at home and for sure Asyila cannot stay in the hospital. Meanwhile, our baby is at home. Please Mas, grant Asyila request!” asyila pinta.

“Alright, Mas's guess is correct. Asyila will definitely force her home,” Abraham explained.

****

Dyah and Fahmi finally arrive at the hospital. Just as they had just entered the parking area, they were shocked to see Uncle was picking up his little wife, Asyila.

“Mas Fahmi, isn't that Uncle and Aunty?” tanya Dyah made sure.

“Iya, right. It was indeed Uncle and Aunty.”

“Come on we're down!” bring Dyah.

“Sini, let Asyila Mas who is fat,” said Fahmi and took over to ride small Asyila.

Dyah ran closer to a couple who had entered the car.

“Uncle, how is Aunty?” dyah asked while holding the car door closed so as not to be closed by his Uncle, Abraham.

“Dyah, I'm fine and this Aunty wants to go home,” Asyila said.

“Yes Allah, thank God,” reply Dyah breathe a sigh of relief.

“Dyah, let's go home. We also want to go home soon,” said Abraham.

At that moment Dyah stepped back so that his Uncle could immediately close the car door.

The car slowly left the hospital.

“Look, Uncle and Aunty are out of the hospital. Let's go home!”

“Good, Mas,” said Dyah and they rushed to get back in the car.

Along the way to Absyil Housing, Asyila did not speak at all. Maybe because of the pain in his head and body aches, so to speak was very difficult for Asyila.

“Syila, does it hurt so much?” abraham asked curiously.

“Sick once, Mas. However, Ashila was trying to endure this pain. Most importantly, our baby does not lack breast MILK in the slightest,” explained Asyila who is more concerned with breast MILK for her tiny baby than she had to be hospitalized.

“Despite that, Asyila should put health first. Anyway, Akbar also wants his Mother to be fine.”

“Mas don't worry yes, Asyila is fine. Especially if you have arrived at home,” said Asyila.

“Asyila is indeed a good Mother for our children, thank you for sacrificing so much for your children and also your Husband.”

“Not only Asyila, Mas also sacrificed a lot for our family. Thank you, Mas. Can Ashila sleep on Mas Abraham's shoulder?”

“Syila why ask? This shoulder also belongs to Ashila,” said Abraham.

At home, Mbok Num looks unsettled. Although Akbar's baby was sleeping, the middle-aged woman was very worried and hoped that the young woman as good as Ashila was in good condition and did not lack anything.

“Mbak Bela why wake up?” asked Mbok Num when he saw Bela who had just come to him.

“Mbok, have Aunty and Uncle not returned yet?” ask Bela.

“But, Mbak Bela. We pray that yes, Miss Asyila is fine,” Mbok Num replied.

Bela decided to sit on the couch in the living room and raised her hand up and pleaded with God that God might look after Abraham and Asyila.