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Khairi kept pacing back and forth in the living room, it was very late but her husband had not yet returned home. Every now and then Khairi sits down and then the prayer wakes up again and so on.
Who is not worried if her husband does not come home and there is no news, even his phone many times in contact is still not connected.
"Where is the Mas? Pick up dong, don't make me worry like this, " Muttered Khairi who still keeps contacting Akhsan with his phone.
Several times Khairi continued to contact her husband but still could not make him grow worried and anxious.
Unlike usual, there was always news this time Akhsan did not offer it at all. Many times Khairi looked at the closed door hoping that it would sound from the outside or open.
"When I go home." Kahiri sat back on the sofa.
Tired of waiting for Khairi to lift his legs he folded on top then he leaned his body on the back of the sofa.
Tired and drowsiness that makes Khairi's eyes closed, he fell asleep on the sofa with a sitting position.
Just like Khairi who was waiting for her husband, Fatma was also the same, although it was very late but Fatma did not feel sleepy or tired, because there were books in front of her.
Yes, the fatma is waiting for her husband while studying, the task of the Saints is so much the reason because all her students must continue to study because soon will be the test, but I don't know.
"Holy Miss is less than an ounce or what? Every day his duties are many. It could be fitting the exam time of all his students to stress again." Fatma Grouse.
Although she was focused on learning, Fatma still occasionally looked at her phone hoping that there would be a message from her husband or maybe in contact but she did not hear it.
Usually there will be Ikhsan who accompanies him to study but I don't know where he is now. "This again, where is Ikhsan's mas actually? Did he forget his own house? Is he lost? Time lost! " germutu.
Time had shown at eleven o'clock at night, but Ikhsan had not yet shown his nose. This really made Fatma feel suspicious, and full of question marks in her head.
"Hopefully mas Ikhsan is no longer stuck ama tuh tenacious feathers. Oh yes, I can see where the existence of mas Ikhsan why I blo'on once anyway! " Omelnya again scolded herself.
The phone that was originally on the desk next to his book, this time he reached out, he grabbed it quickly. Fatma's hands started to get busy with her phone, she started to search where her husband was now.
Fatma frowned confused, but she was also immediately worried when she found a red dot in one of the hospitals.
"Now in the hospital? Who is sick? No no! There is no way Ikhsan...? Ahhh.., no no no! There must be a friend or employee who is sick" he said.
Despite trying to believe, Fatma was worried. Fatma moved from her seat trying to contact Ikhsan.
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"Let's pick up, Mas. Where the hell is he? " Fatma is getting restless.
Fatma paced around waiting for Ikhsan to pick up her phone but still not picked up either.
Twice...
Three times..
Four times...
But Fatma's phone has not been connected, making Fatma even more unreasonable even she has scowled between annoyance and worry.
"Once again I won't go to the hospital." His grunt.
Once again Fatma contacted Ikhsan but still not picked up by Ikhsan.
Fatma ran up the stairs, went into her room and put all her books down. Fatma grabbed her black sling bag. Fatma again ran her out and rushed off to the hospital where Ikhsan was.
Up in front of the house there is always a faithful Lukman sir there, waiting for orders from Ikhsan or Fatma to deliver where to go.
"Sir Lukman! Please take me to the hospital!" Pinta Fatma is already next to the car.
"Good, Mom! " Answer Lukman. Lukman immediately ran, opening the car door for Fatma and then Lukman entered the driver's seat after closing the door on Fatma's side.
The car slowly started to walk away from the residence of Ikhsan and Fatma. Fatma was already very impatient to know what exactly happened with Ikhsan.
"Just a little bit, sir."
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Arriving at the hospital, fans are immediately handled by a doctor. Fans injuries that have been very severe even a little decay make Fans' feet must be amputated immediately.
Maybe that's what makes the fans' situation worse. And the only way fans have to amputate the foot to be able to make him recover. Fans must give up one leg if he wants to stay alive.
Jio and Nesa continued to cry in front of the operating room, this decision was very sudden they never thought that Fans should lose one leg. Maybe this is the karma that must be received by fans.
"Sorry Nesa, Mas. Nesa couldn't lose the mas, Nesa.., hiks... hiks.." Nesa's cry broke as she recalled that Fans would lose one leg because of her decision.
Fans do not know about this at all, because the Fans are unconscious, and the operation must also be done immediately before the state of the Fans deteriorate.
"Mother who is patient, mother should also be sincere. Even though Mr. Fans had to lose his leg but he could still be saved," said Ikhsan.
Although Ikhsan knows everything Nesa and her fans have done, he still cannot close his eyes if they are Fatma's parents, which means they are her in-laws who she should still respect as her own parents.
Akhsan and Ikhsan are still loyal to be there. The two continued to be outside the operating room waiting for the operation to be completed and heard for themselves how the Fans were doing afterwards.
"Yes, Mom. Ikhsan is right, I should be able to be sincere." Akhsan.
"Son, thank you for helping us after everything we've done. After this I promise I won't bother you anymore.
I'll go as far away from you guys." Nesa.
Nesa was simply unable to see Fatma anymore, Nesa was unable to see the hateful eyes of Fatma or Aira due to her own treatment.
"Why do you have to go? " Tanya Ikhsan's.
Nesa smiled wryly, all the memories of her crimes would not be able to get an apology from her two daughters, let alone the behavior of the Fans?.
"It's okay, I just don't want to be a burden to anyone." Nesa.
Ikhsan also knows the sorrow of a mother who is hated by her own biological children, but considering what has happened he also cannot beat the child why until he hates his parents.
"Patient mothers must also remain sincere, confident that someday there will be a way that is best for all of us. " Ikhsan said sure.
"Mas Ikhsan's... "
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