Almeera's Persistence

Almeera Fever

On the day that the umma left, when Abi had to take Umma to his final resting place, there were no tears, Abi looked so strong, but not with the letter,what is the content of this letter makes the tears that Abi resists spilling.

Almeera ran out to her room, Gibran quickly chased after her, Almeera seemed to be sitting in the corner of the bed with her legs in her hoe, sitting curled up, inaudible crying but the sound of a sighing.

“Honey...’’ Gibran said gently while stroking the top of Almeera's head.

“Hey…. Umma was happy as what Umma expected, we should be happy too, Mas know this is not easy, but with you like this, if Umma can see Us, Mas know this is not easy, Mas can guarantee Umma must be very injured.’’ Gibran said softly

Almeera raised her head, looked at Gibran, her eyes were swollen, and her nose was red with tears

‘’This is not what Umma wants..’’add Gibran while wiping Almeera's tears with his thumb.

‘’How about tomorrow morning we Pilgrimage to the tomb of Umma.??’’ gibran

And Almeera only replied with a nod

‘’Ya already, we go to Abi's room yes, abi must be worried, we convey our plan..’’

The contents of this letter again make Susana sad, but they all try hard, Umma is happy and they are sure, Umma is in place right in the best place.

After the magrib prayer they taught together, praying for Umma at the home mosque.

As planned this morning before Almeera and Gibran returned to their residence, the family made a pilgrimage to the tombs of Umma and Aisha.

Cleaning the grass around the tomb, their fresh flowers sow, not a ceramic-walled tomb, or a marble tombstone, a simple mausoleum wrapped in green grass, with a wooden headstone from the size of Aki Aditya, the abi from Umma Fatimah.

After the pilgrimage, Almeera and Gibran went straight to their residence, because Gibran had to hurry to SKY, as well as Almeera had to go to the boutique, because he got a phone call from Dea, that there is a candidate who will be interviewed.

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After his return from the Boutique Almeera felt his nape was very heavy, probably because all day his head was bowed in front of the laptop.

“let bibik aja non who cook..’’ said bik atun.

‘’but bik..’’

‘’non said just what we want to cook, let the aunt who cook, non rest only...’’.

‘’ya already bik, it's up to bibik aja, mas Gibran no request really, if so Meera up first yes bik..’’.

‘’ready non..’’

Almeera went to the room, when she got to the room, opened her hijab, and Almeera immediately laid down her body, a sense of Tired is very dominant, and it makes her eyes easy to shut.

Gibran who had just returned from the office went straight to the room, his forehead shriveled because he saw Almeera who was asleep, because it was really open to the habits of the wife.

Putting his briefcase, then headed to the bathroom to clean himself, finished the routine in the bathroom, Gibran immediately put on his casual clothes, Almeera still slumbering.

Nearby the wife, in the pull of her hair that covers Almeera's face to the back of the ear, and tampa Gibran's hand accidentally touched Almeera's forehead, her eyes are rounded because Almeera's sense of body temperature is not as usual.

Touching his forehead Almeera repeatedly, and sure enough Almeera was having a fever, her body temperature was quite hot. In his open drawer nightstand looking for a thermometer pedestal, in his direction the thermometer to Almeera's forehead, and it makes a sound.

Seen from the digital screen Almeera's body temperature reached 39°c, Gibran's eyes rounded.

‘’ya Allah dear you fever’’ said Gibran while patting softly on Almeera's cheek, but Almeera did not respond

Gibran called Azzam, telling him about Almeera's condition.

“he is not used to taking Bran's medicine, now you are steeping honey, and also provide dates, compress his head with warm water, let him rest, if after handling it he does not improve, just tell me again, later I go directly there.’’

“sure no need heat reducer Zam..??’’ ask Gibran to confirm

‘’no need, because he will refuse, in it anti-medicine, except it has not worked with honey, but In shea Allah has bran, it is a usual handler in the life’’

Gibran went down to the kitchen, asked Bik Atun to prepare what he asked, then rushed back to the room again when all was ready.

Waking Almeera, Almeera limply tried to get up and ate the dates and also drank warm honey, then went back to lying down, and Gibran also compressed it.

There was no comment, because it was common for Almeera to do when she fell ill.

Gibran faithfully compressed the head of Almeera, when the magrib adhan roared even Gibran woke Almeera, though still limp Almeera still fulfill the call of God.

After the Magrib prayer, suddenly Almeera made Gibran's thighs are still cross-legged into his pillow, Gibran did not refuse in the slightest.

‘’gimana.??’’ while checking Almeera's body temperature with the back of his hand that is placed right on the forehead Almeera.

‘’Still dizzy, but not as late as before mas, mas know where Meera from if sick drink honey and eat dates???’’

“mas nelfon Azzam earlier..’’ replied Gibran.

‘’Meera can ask for something please.??’’ ask Almeera

‘’What..??’’ soft reply Gibran

‘’pijitin temple Meera..’’ pinta his spoiled “But if you do not want to do anything, later also enjoy..’’.

‘’Don't be temple, the whole body can be kok.’’ reply Gibran with a smile sumringah and his thumb began massaging the temple Almeera

‘’if the whole body is not Gibran anymore.’’ Almeera said while closed, enjoying the massage that Gibran gave

‘’Kok not mas, continue who donk..??’’ ask Gibran

‘’Labour...’’

‘’ordinary cork in that.??’’ ask Gibran curiously

‘’gak sich, ticklish.except Umma ngusuk’’

‘’if mas ngusuk in guaranteed not amused.’’ said Gibran with a super smile sumringah and it could see Almeera, because Almeera immediately opened her eyes wide when hearing Gibran's speech

‘’Mas mah different destination kusuk his.’’ reply while manyun

And that made Gibran kiss Almeera's lips briefly

‘’Ihh..meera again less fit mas, can not smell, later if Meera turns out to be flu, mas can be contagious loh..’’ protest Almeera

‘’ is okay, so you can be spoiled with you dear.’’ reply Gibran and repeat the kiss again

‘’maaas.. where good spoiled when sick... watch out for words it's a prayer..’’

A moment of togetherness that is quite simple, but able to divert their world, the more the day Gibran indulges the Almeera, not in material form, but in the form of attention. Almeera's material problem is more understanding.

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