BLACK PEARL'S

CHAPTER 31

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

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I treated the wound with painstaking care, bruising around her ribs and stomach.

“who did this same sister?” my many.

“Daniel, because I asked.”. His eyes were looking at me he was not complaining of pain at all.

“see aja brother Daniel I give the calculation tomorrow.!” my threat.

Then he scratched his pajamas. She covers her body to keep her body warm. When I circled the table, my steps stopped and approached the big frame of the fishery was my photo. Got it from nowhere, I don't even veil there. I looked at him but instead I saw 2 other picture frames, framed it was a beautiful portrait of a perfect family, harmonious and happy. I stepped closer to that frame. I looked at the first photo and bigger, he was my husband at what age.

“ what age is brother Rys here?” my many.

“17 years.” he replied, I felt him hugging my body from behind and putting his chin over my head, feeling once I was short.

“ here my husband is more handsome this one, his eyes are more alive and warm, not like now.” my mumble, he heard it looks like it looks from his gurgle that tightened his embrace.

“but more look dashing and mature who is now more charismatic you should know it.” Praise yourself.

“cih..” my hiss, pretending to object when I agree.

“then he must be a father and mother-in-law.It's worth the result is so handsome father, more handsome father even than brother Rys.”.

‘seems like you're happy I'm law” growled I chuckle.

“you are both charismatic, let alone the eyes of the sister exactly mother.but the eyes of the mother are more beautiful” praise me his parents are worthy of his son like this. Descendants are more thick about looks.

“then for this one?” ask him, when turning to staring at the frame in the photo of father and mother.

“dia family photo uncle, my father's sister. Since father and mother died I have lived with them.”

“then why not stay with them again.? My toot.

“there's something I can't explain right now and it's not the time we are.” he took me in his cradle and laid my body in his bed. He lay down near me and hugged me. I turned to look at him and returned his embrace.

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I heard someone's chatter and it was quite loud, or I felt it was near my ear, when I glanced to my right side, sure enough that Brother Rys was back in his sleep, a sweaty layer peeping on his temples, his sleep was calm and panicked.

“maaf Hanna.. I'm sorry.”

“maaf.. sorry Hanna” is raining again.

I hugged him tightly and chanted another shalawat so that he would calm down, which I would always say, considering that he sometimes woke up from nightmares. Since he stopped drinking insomnia it is rare and the disturbance in his sleep no longer occurs. But tonight the rapport is back again. I wiped away the sweaty hair on his forehead and I was shocked when I felt his hot body temperature. Just as I was about to let go of the hug, she hugged me tightly.

“i am here.. will not leave you, unless you encourage me to leave your life.”whispers me slowly in his ear.

Then try to get away from it and it really works. I put on my hood, and went out of the room to take a compress and take a heat-dissipating sticker and dizzy so that the heat would go down and not dizzy when he woke up.

I painstakingly wiped his sweat coat with a dry towel, then compressed his forehead with a wet towel. After I checked his body temperature which turned out to be 38 degrees and it was quite high. 15 minutes I compressed it and then I put the heat-lowering sticker on it. Staring at his pale face and a soft ringing sound came out from his pale and dry lips. Until kegelepan ruled me and I do not know what happened again because my eyes were not able to open from so sleepy.

The next morning, I was surprised when I was in his arms, because I felt last night sleeping in a sitting position. I looked up and he looked back at me. I immediately got up and checked her body temperature, still quite hot.

“need something? Or is anyone sick?” I panicked, he smiled a little and took me back in his arms.

“little bit, and I just need your hug” he replied.

“already adzan gak?” my many.

“already, want to pray?” ask her, and I nodded. He let go of his embrace letting me into the bathroom. Finished from the bathroom I approached her she was about to touch my hand but I retreated away.

“can't be Mr. husband. If you touch me wudhuku will be void.” I explained when he did not accept my actions, but then he nodded like a boy in telling his mother. Gemes deh ya’ my inner.

“I take the face first, or we just move yuk in our room!” ask me she shakes no want okay I get along for this sick husband.

I carried out my duty as a Muslim, finished praying, I looked at him who was looking at me warmly, those eyes seemed to no doubt show me that. I smiled warmly at him, ‘yaallah this feeling is growing, just take this feeling so that I can calculate it correctly. She's the halal lover you chose. And help the servant to the same belief as the servant of your ridhomu..aamiin” my prayer is full of supplication to the owner of the heart. I climbed into the bed and he lay on his back with his eyes still staring at me.

“did you hear me teach? I asked, he nodded like pain made him become more quiet, he only spoke rarely and now increasing.

“oke listen.!” my spoken. I started with taawudz and bismillah and started teaching the same surah when I was teaching for grandfather.

Wa idza maridltu fa huwa yasfiin’

‘ And when I am sick, it is he who cures me’(QS A-SHU’ARA: 80)

Wa nunazilu minal - qur’a maa huwa syifaaaa’ uw wa rahmatul lil - mu’miniina wa laa yazidudh - dhaalimiina ila khasaaraa.

‘And we send down from the Qur'an’an a remedy and mercy for those who believe and the Qur'an’an it does not add to those who are unjust besides loss. (QS. AL – ISLANDS: 82)

Summa kulli ming kullis-samaraati faslukii subula rabbiki dzululaa, yakhruju mim butuniha syaraabum muhktalifun alwaanuhuu fihi syifaa’ul lin-naas, inna fi dzaalika la’aayatal liqaumy yatafakkarun.

‘Then eat of every kind of fruit and take the way of your Lord which has been made easy (for you). From the bee's stomach to the outside of the smell (honey) of its various colors, in it there are drugs that cure for humans. Verily in this are signs of the greatness of the Lord for those who think.” (QS. AN-WHITE: 69).

I had my thoughts about the surahs that were about pain and medicine, I remembered honey and dates, hoping they would exist. I approached her face, froze her in place and kissed her forehead long ago and whispered right in front of her face.

“shafakilah Mr. husband, may Allah quickly lift your pain. Don't go to sleep, I'll make you some warm honey!  After that go back to sleep.” But he took my hand.

“you suddenly want to make honey?” tanyakanya.

“when I was teaching earlier, there is a surah containing honey where honey can also be a medicine for the sick, direct guidance from God through the holy book. His surah name is An-Nahl, remember my husband.. I love you” I whispered slowly in the last word.

...And I immediately ran away from there not wanting to look embarrassing in front of him. Leaning my body against the wall concentrated the thump of love that happened to the work of my heart....

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