Brotherhood Idaman

Part 45's

[ Phone ]

After receiving a call from the mysterious number. Laiqa's face turned into a bit of shock.

He started to bite his finger and asked what he should do.

Shamil, who was finished from the toilet, planned to catch up with him, but his steps stopped when he overheard their conversation on the phone.

Syamil began to retreat regularly and decided to just wait for Laiqa in his car. While waiting he continued to pay attention to his wife's movements that were clearly visible from where he was sitting. He knocks a finger at the wheel of the car until the door opens and his wife enters the car.

The worried face is still there. Even with a look of confusion.

And actually Laiqa was a little scared.

Syamil, who saw this clearly, asked,

"Who's calling?"

Laiqa sat leaning back restlessly covered up as if it was fine. His head slowly nodded

"Not .this is not who .." said Laiqa seemed to leave a disappointed look on Syamil's face.

He was disappointed that his wife was hiding something from him. In fact, he already knew who called his wife earlier.

Syamil started his car without saying. The word bismillah is spoken only in the heart. They also started the journey.

Suddenly as they were busy with each other's thoughts, Syamil said,

"We are husband and wife bound by the sacred bond of marriage. Me, you.." Syamil turned to Laiqa who looked down.

"Even I can tell what your parents don't know about you. And you can also find out what my parents don't know about me." said Syamil again. The road outside looked deserted, and was decorated with small drizzles that left the scent of soil on the glass left slightly open.

"Even in the night when we first mixed, there was no hijab, no barrier or any barrier that stood in the way of the two of us.. "

Laiqa bit her lips, her husband's voice continued to echo completing all her fears about this. There was no way he could lie to someone who had a burning sense.

"Then what makes you hide something from me?." asked Syamil.

Laiqa looked at the street in front, rather she looked at the faint reflection of her husband's face on the glass. There's no anger there. It is only the calmness and patience of one who is facing disappointment.

"Laliga ?" Syamil asked again, this time while looking at his face.

"Yes..." Timpal Laiqa. She knew when her husband was disappointed she would call him by his name. Not anymore with a call, baby.

"I'm sorry .." said Laiqa

"I'm just afraid this is gonna hurt you.."

Then Syamil rubbed his face after hearing that, "just tell me the truth." Syamil.

"God willing whatever happens in our marriage. Be it a minor problem or a severe problem, God willing I will never falter." said Syamil.

Laiqa nodded .She seemed a little relieved to see her husband's mature attitude, the embodiment of the promise he had made to God on the wedding anniversary.

A form of responsibility that makes him dare to open up.

"So.ka Azqila called.."

Syamil looked at Laiqa, then refocused on driving trying to hear carefully all the stories that came out of his wife's mouth.

"After recounting all her conditions, Ka Azqila said that.."

"No. Alhamdulillah.com, the moment of his third birth yesterday, he explained, has made many good changes. The first is her husband who has completely changed. In fact, he wanted to invite Abang Fatah to work in his office, and enter baby Faiza in daycare. So that the recovery process to Azqila becomes faster and less depressed" said Laiqa with a face that sparkles with gratitude.

"Alhamdulillah." said Syamil. "perhaps it is part of your accepted do'a-do.."

Laiqa smiled. But slowly the smile disappeared.

"then what else did he say? so that makes you seem very restless"

Laiqa lowered her head "hemmm.I'm not sure I'll say it.."

"Tell me. There may be a solution if we know it together." said Syamil.

"It's about Ahsan." said Laiqa seemingly hanging his sentence. Now they stop at the red light. She did it because she wanted to see her husband's expression.

He really did not want to hurt the feelings of the person he loved so much.

Seeing Syamil nod and gently squeeze his car as the light turned green, Laiqa continued his words .

"he's on the drop. Ka Azqila thought it might be her fault for saying a word that might be wrong about her and me."

Shamil catches that actually makes his wife shocked the most is the fact that it turns out that Ahsan also loves him. But they can't be together.

"And also. Not only that, the closeness of the two of us who are too exposed lately may make the condition drop even more post-surgery."

"exposed??" syamil asked, he seemed to digest his wife's words a little.

"Yes, when we had that talk show live streaming on YouTube. Ka Azqila thought that maybe Ahsan was watching it. Because the show's broadcast was spread across their family's whatsApp group."

Syamil breathed. He believes this is not jealousy, but there is only a little empathy and pity, imagining what if he was in the position of Ahsan. However, he had known the Brotherhood a little somewhere.

"Then what's your plan?" ask Syamil.

"I'm not sure, Ka Azqila planned to take me with her to tell Ahsan that she's apologizing, and I'll pray for her, until there's a sign she'll wake up from her critical period."

Syamil gulped. He couldn't even imagine if his wife had to meet someone his wife used to love.

Syamil breathed. Trying to think hard.

"I know it's impossible. I also said that to Ka Azqila. So I just decided to come to the hospital tomorrow just look at Ka Azqila, and pray in the room of Azqila for Ahsan's recovery. I beg you to leave. We're going to Madinah soon anyway, right?"

Syamil nodded then said

"I'll drive you.."

"And it might as well settle unfinished business"

"you mean ?"

"now we just pray that Ahsan will recover soon and be able to continue his life better than before.."

"aamiin" Laiqa continued to look at the figure of her husband who was very mature.

"Thank you . for understanding." said Laiqa later.

Syamil smiled, "thank you for keeping my feelings.."

They also entered the garage of the house, and prepared to go down, preparing energy to do the next activity.