After the Rain

Habibah's Request

The night is getting late. After seeing Khodijah sleep well, Habibah went to his room. For a moment, she opened the door to her children's room. Ali fell asleep while hugging Rizal. Habibah smiled faintly at the attitude of Ali who loved his sister very much.

Your father is gone, son. Now, your task is increasing. In addition to studying diligently, you must also be able to take care of your sister, inner Habibah.

Satisfied looking at his two sons, Habibah again pulled the door leaf and closed it. A moment later, he entered his room adjacent to his son's second room.

Arriving at the room, Habibah saw her husband was asleep. Sighs slightly as Bahar falls asleep without taking off her work jacket. Maybe because it was too tired, Bahar was already helpless again when drowsiness attacked him. Slowly, Habibah opened her husband's jacket.

After finishing confirming the sleeping position of the husband, Habibah out of the room. He sat on the sofa in the living room while leaning back. Face looked. Both of his eyes stared blankly at the ceiling of the middle room.

Habibah remembered the words of his neighbor, Mrs Wawat. Perhaps, what Bu Wawat said was indeed true. Khodijah disease should be treated by medical, not alternative treatments like what Khodijah is doing. In fact, Habibah felt pity for the state of Khodijah. However, he himself was unable to do anything. He did not have enough material to take Khodijah to the medical site.

"Did I just call Yandri?" mumam Habibah's.

Habibah glanced at the wall clock, the time has shown at 10 pm past a few minutes. Hmm, maybe Yandri is asleep. I'd better call him in the morning. I'm sure he'll help us all. Monologue Habibah in his heart.

As if getting inspired, Habibah smiled widely. A second later, he got off the sofa and went to the room. Now, his mind was quite calm with a plan that was already lingering in his brain. Just waiting to be executed tomorrow, Habibah thought.

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After persuading in various ways, Bu Maryam finally got permission from Grandpa Ahmad to accompany Khodijah. That too with a deal. Miss Maryam must have been at home before the dzuhur time arrived.

"Ah, finally Mama came too. Bibah tired of knowing, ngurusin kak Sejah alone. Where Kang Bahar does not want to help anymore," complained Habibah while complaining about her husband's attitude.

"Oh, not to help, Bah. But, Akang is uncomfortable too. However, Khodijah is female and not an Akang muhrim. If you are sick, then Akang intervenes, "kilah Bahar.

"Eitz! Didn't I do'ain Bibah get sick?" habibah shouted while hitting her husband's arm.

"Eh, ma'am-that's not what Akang meant. Here, it's only if, Bah." Bahar corrected his words.

"Ish, already, do not need to be noisy. Shame to be heard by neighbors!" tukas Bu Maryam mediates. "Oh yes, is Khodijah awake?" ask Maryam to her son.

"It's been, Mom. But after breakfast, it looks like brother Dijah is sleeping again. You see, last night Sis was difficult to sleep. Bibah aja keep him ampe night," said Habibah.

"Difficulty sleeping? But why is it so hard to sleep, Bah?" asked Maryam, surprised.

"Where do you know, ma'am," Habibah said.

"Yes, I saw your sister first" continued Miss Maryam.

"Eh, Mum. Wait!" prevent Habibah while blocking Miss Maryam's wrist.

"What's up, Bah?" Maryam was amazed to see her son's attitude.

"Well, I want to talk to Mom for a minute. It's about the colonized brother" replied Habibah.

"Yes, talk!" miss Maryam's.

"We should talk in the bibah room only, Mom," continued Habibah.

Miss Maryam knitted her eyebrows together. Although he felt astonished, he followed Habibah's invitation to his room.

Arriving at Habibah's room, the mother and son sat side by side. Habibah's face looked very serious, making Miss Maryam even more surprised.

"What's up, Bah? What exactly do you want to talk about? It seems serious" asked Maryam.

"Mom, maybe what Bu Wawat said has a point as well. Sis Sejah it needs medical treatment. Free alternative medicine is also given without medical. Everything should be balanced. I see, don't you, um Dariman. He can recover because he was accompanied by medical measures as well," said Habibah.

Maryam was silent. Trying to digest what Habibah said. From the beginning, she did want medical treatment for her son. However, Aji had already complained and said he did not have enough money to treat Khodijah medically. Miss Maryam was confused, she herself did not have enough material to provide the best treatment to her son.

"It's not that I don't want to, Bah. But you yourself can see how Aji is doing. Mother herself did not have enough money to take Khodijah to the hospital" replied Miss Maryam.

"How about we just ask Yandri, ma'am?" habibah.

"You mean?" ask Miss Maryam.

"Are you sure Yandri can help Khodijah, Bah?" asked Maryam, doubtful.

"Mom, Sis Sejah is Yandri's biological brother. Bibah is sure, Yandri will definitely help the treatment of Sejah Kak if Mother asks for it. Isn't Yandri a submissive son?" habibah.

"Mom's not sure, Bah. Yandri has changed a lot since he got into an accident. He never came again to visit my mother" replied Maryam.

"Don't be discouraged like that, ma'am. You will not know the results if you have not tried it," said Habibah.

"Well, we'll call Yandri later in the day. Now I want to see first the condition of Khodijah," concluded Miss Maryam.

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The break time arrives. Yandri entered the TU room to work on the school administration on the sidelines of his rest hours. Suddenly, Yandri's phone rang.

Initially, Yandri ignored the phone ring, because indeed he had to do the task pursued by the deadline today. However, when the phone ring did not want to stop, Yandri was forced to answer it.

"Assalamu'alaikum, sis!"

"Wa'alaikumsalam," replied someone on the other end of the phone. "Yan, it's Mom, son. I want to talk important to you. It's about brother Sejah. I'd like to ask for your help in the treatment of Sejah's sister. Mother same brother Bibah want to bring ...."

"Ustadz Yan, called ustadz Bukhari into his room!"

Yandri gave a gesture to answer his coworker who called.

"I'm sorry Yandri, Mom. Yandri is doing a lot of work. For the treatment of Kak Sejah, Ibu discussion is the same Daniar to be taken where. The car is at home, let Niar deliver. Assalamu'alaikum."

Yandri disconnected the phone. A second later, he got out of the chair to fulfill the call of his superior.

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Along the way, Haikal continued to hum the song Love Mother. A burst of happiness emanated clearly on the look on the face of the little boy. The bouquet of flowers she made with her brother, she clenched it tightly.

"Sir Hana," called Haikal to his sister.

"Yes, Dek," Hana replied, looking at Haikal with a smile.

"Do you like our bouquet of flowers?" ask Haikal.

"Definitely love it, Dek," replied Hana.

"What if you don't like it?" Haikal asked again.

"Mother must really like your bouquet of artificial flowers, son," Aji said from the front seat.

"Why, Sir?" Now Haikal asked his father.

"Because you made that bouquet of flowers with love and affection" Aji replied.

Haikal and Hana throw each other a glance while smiling.

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At Miss Maryam's house.

"Just you have to provide that money, Ni. Brother spoke to Yandri, and Yandri agreed. Just get 10 million!"

Click!