Beautiful, How is Minder?

Ayah

Aish was still struggling, less was more. But the nausea and dizziness are becoming. Her body started to cool, the girl closed her eyes. Trying to relieve nausea that is very disturbing. He smeared eucalyptus oil in his hands, and inhaled its fresh aroma. His doctor brother is still seen accompanying him, somehow the man is very henchman accompany, maybe there is no work.

The wind from the air conditioning rang out loud in the gripping night for Aish. He's seen so much blood tonight. It was also natural that his body's endurance began to weaken.

The donor process is still ongoing, time feels slow to roll if you experience this kind of scary thing. Aish already felt on the verge of his limits.

The noise of the tools in the room made him creep. Exactly like when he was lost to a strange land at that time. Aish felt that this time there was a screaming voice calling out his name.

"Aishis... Aishyah.is.." there was a familiar male voice in Ayesha's ear.

Aish opened her eyes, but she was not in the blood donor room. The needle that stuck in his arm was also absent, the hose and other medical equipment disappeared somewhere.

"Aishis... Aishya... Honey.." the voice sounded soft this time.

It seems close, but it also sounds far away. Like a sound carried by the wind.

"Where is this?" aish asked.

As far as the eye can see, it only looks white. Like in the morning in the mountains, when visibility is blocked by thick fog. Such was also what Aish was experiencing at the moment. His eyes were only in the fog.

The girl observed herself, even her clothes had been changed. Now he wears a very beautiful, white robe with beautiful Swarovski stone accessories. Dotted with regular patterns on his clothes.

Her hijab dangled long at the back, a broken white phasmina with a small crown on her head.

"Like a wedding dress, weird. Why do I have to wear this shirt?" ask Aish to yourself.

"Aisha.... Honey, come here son" the voice sounded again, more forceful than it had been.

"Who is that, where?" yell Aishyah.

"Come, son, follow your heart. Meet me here" said the voice again.

Aish was confused, looking to the right and to the left. "Where to look?" ogre.

"Come, boy." the voice sounded again.

"That's dad's voice?" aishyah shouted, she was sure that it was her father's voice.

"Yeahh... Where's dad?" yell Aishyah.

"Yes, son, it's dad. Come here, I'm waiting for you" he said.

"Ayaaahhhh" Aishyah shouted starting to panic, she ran in any direction. His eyes were still blocked by the thick fog, making it difficult to determine directions.

A bright light was visible on his right side, the beam was very small, but Aish was sure there was a source. Whether the lights or the sun, Aish should be able to go there.

"Dad's still there, right? Wait Aish yes father, Aish must have found father" Aishyah shouted increasingly panicked, because she still could not get out of the thick fog.

"Trust your heart, son, follow its direction. You can find me, I'll wait here" said his father.

Aish was still running, towards a light source that was already seen getting bigger. He fell down, apparently wearing high heels. Very pretty shoes, like Cinderella's. Glass shoes with a sprinkling of Swarovski stones are very beautiful blue.

He took off the beauty of his footwear, carrying it in his hands. And continued running towards that bright beam of light.

His sweat had already flooded, his breath was already stingy, and the fog was already thinner where he stood at the moment. The girl took a break, caught her breath and observed the area around her.

A smile was engraved on his lips, it already looked like a building in front of him. Although it looks a bit far away, but at least there are other residents who are believed to be in the building. And that means, Aish is not alone in this beautiful place.

"Gue must be excited, surely in a moment I can get out of this fog. And I get to meet dad" said Aish encouragingly.

After gathering strength back, he ran again. Aching in the legs, sweat that continues to drip, and breathing that began to be difficult, finally reciprocated with the relief of the heart because the fog can be passed.

"Alhamdulillah, the fog is gone" said Aish smiling in his short breath.

He observed the surroundings, a building similar to a Dutch colonial era house was built solidly. Very beautiful with a bridge decoration that crosses over a small river in front of him.

Many flowers are embedded neatly in the home which is also filled with wooden chairs and a small table. The white paint increasingly makes the house look striking with the surrounding conditions.

"That's great" murmured Aish.

Even the extremely scorching sunlight did not feel hot at all, the atmosphere was very cool with a breeze. Fly the dangling tip of Aish's hijab.

From where he stood at the moment, he could observe the entire building of the house. Behind him were tall trees with shrubs that no one seemed to pass through. How did he get to run here?

As he was engrossed in his thoughts, it was seen that the door of the house moved. Apparently someone's going to get out of there. Aish observed that nervously.

But the smile on her lips expands perfectly when someone looks out of there. A man in a white suit, walked out of the house while looking at Aishyah who was standing glued to her place.

"Come son" said the man with a smile, and both hands were stretched out. Hoping to get a hug from Aish who is still gawking.

"Come Aishyah, baby... You don't want to hug your father?" said the man.

"Ayaaahhh." cried Aishyah like a little boy who greeted his father when he came home from work.

Her tears had run down the river, but her smile was beautiful on her shabby face but her heart was very happy.

Aishyah ran across the bridge in front of the house, still carrying her shoes. He ran towards the arms of the father who was greatly missed.

"Aish is very much the same father" said Aish when he managed to embrace the gallant body in front of him into his arms, with tears flowing more rapidly.

"Dad never even left you, why do you feel homesick" said his father who still hugs the princess.

"Have.cup..cup.yah father's most beautiful son" seduced the father. Aish blushed while taking off her father's embrace.

"Let's sit there" he took Aish by the hand and sat her down on the porch.

"Whose house is this? Very good" asked Aish.

"Our house dong dear, but it's still not time for you to stay here. Later when it's time, we will gather together in this house" said Father.

"meaning well? I don't want to stay with Aish, do I? I have so much heart" whined the girl spoiled.

"Of course you'll be very happy when you can live together, but it's still not the time. It's still a long way off at a time like that" his father said.

"But Aish kangen is really the same dad. As long as father left, mother slammed the bones in order to meet the needs of Aish. Aish can't bear it, Aish wants to come with me" Aish said with a sobbing that grew louder.

"Father also really wants to live together, but you still can't stay here. It still takes a long time for us to be together. But believe me, son, that affection will feel real in your heart. The love of father and mother will always be with you" said the father rubbed the affection of Aish's head who was crying sobbing.

"Look, don't cry anymore. You still like to drink milk? I'll give you the sweetest milk, son. Wait here for a moment, I'll get it inside" said the father as he passed, entering his house. Leaving Aish who only nodded obediently as her father asked.

Aish looked around after his father's departure. The flowers here are beautifully preserved, living in pots engraved with various motifs, although all are the same color, namely white.

There was a large pot in the shape of a short cup at the end of this vast terrace, to the left of which he sat.

The pot was filled with water and there were small multicolored fish inside. With a lotus flower that lives on it. Truly all the beauty here is exactly the dream house Aishyah. Makes him feel very comfortable here.

A while waiting, there was the sound of clanking glasses being carried on trays. "It seems like father is back" Inner Aishyah looked towards the door.

And sure enough, his father came without bringing anything in his hands. But after passing through the door, the man stopped and allowed someone to walk first.

At first Aish kept smiling at the arrival of her father. But how surprised he was when he saw who had come from behind the father's body.

A woman carried a tray with several glasses of milk and food on it. The woman continued walking while smiling at Aishyah. Approaching Aish who was still dumbfounded by the arrival of the woman who stood beside her father, in front of him who was sitting.

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