Brotherhood Idaman

The Part 54

[ Without Taste ]

"Well.. Why cry?" Tanya Umi suddenly, when she saw Laiqa just speechlessly stared at holding the dining chair.

Laiqa. Trying to stop her tears.

"Father usi.."

"Where's your family?.."

"In my car.."

"You sick?"

Laiqa looked at Umi with a smile as well as a pushy look.

Yes.hatiku who is sick mi. so this feels like losing a love that I once wasted. desau Laiqa in the heart.

"I'm okay umi, I'm strong"

"Yes.bismillah. accompanied your husband first, later after your new completion to the doctor.if it is right here there is a baby, we must quickly give vitamins. That's her right.."

Laiqa nodded, he kissed umi's hand and parted following to the car.

***

The sound of an open car key, the noise of the morning streets, the atmosphere of a very long discussion in a cafe, and, and it was this row of books under the light of the yellowish lamp that finally treated Laiqa's wounds this morning.

This afternoon they were already in the famous bookstore throughout the campus around here. The bustling atmosphere, the smell of books, and the rows of her husband's books that are in the ranks of best seller books can treat her heart. At least among the many people who admire him.he is still the winner..

That deeply wounded heart could still feel jealousy, resentment, anger, towards him. That means that love is still there. But somehow, he took his heart back...

"Astagfirulah.." Laiqa continued to recite while moving book after book during the autograph session.

O Allah, Rahman, only you can turn a person's heart back. Reveal my husband's heart to me, bestow sincere love, grant me unceasing affection, and great patience in my face, great sincerity to forgive me.

Now a photo session together. The style director brought the two of them closer together a little far apart until the shoulders of the two stuck together and the sturdy hand grabbed onto Laiqa. Laiqa hopes that this photo session can last even longer..

But then after that she saw her husband smiling at another newspaper, could this be called jealousy.

Although it was just a formality to make it seem friendly. But his heart was very upset. Syamil hugs her as they are about to exit the bookstore, and in the deserted corridor Shamil releases it.

"It is not good to look like a marahan in front of many people" said Laiqa quickly and then embrace the arm of Syamil again, deliberately clutching it to hit the entire nerve of the chest Laiqa.

"I'm sorry.yang"

"I'm not angry, it's just that you don't care about my feelings" Syamil said, whispering in Laiqa's ear and letting go of Laiqa's hand and walking ahead of him.

"Why do you think that?"Laiqa quickly followed Shamil, who was silent.

They're headed for the parking lot.

"I always think of you." said Laiqa again but this time his quick steps came to a halt with a sudden groan. He held his stomach, he stared at Syamil who continued to walk into the car.

Laiqa walked slowly. What kind of thought it was, Syamil couldn't possibly worry and wither when he looked sick like this. Maybe a heart that hurts too much makes it so.

Laiqa slowly entered the car.

"I said at home" said Syamil coldly.

Laiqa grimaced.

"And let you in the sea of akhwat without me?"

"Do you think I'm like you in looking at things? Do you think I'm a person who falls in love easily!?" Syamil asked looked very emotional and insinuated it very loudly.

"It hurts so much to walk quickly to keep pace with your steps" Laiqa nibbled her lips. I hope that emotion will evaporate with the air.

But there was no answer, there was only the sound of the roar of a car traveling directly at high speed.

****

Laiqa could not stop holding the handle in the car until the car covered the hospital parking lot with a tire that sounded clearly so tight.

He then sighed slowly as the engine stopped.

"Qodarullah is only this hospital whose doctors are women." Syamil . From the look in his eyes like that, making Laiqa very well understand that this hospital is the hospital where Ahsan was treated.

And that disappointment was still clearly reflected in the beautiful eyes of her husband.

They walk together. This time Syamil held her hand, but this was more like a heartless holding.

And sure enough, they met Ustadz Salman and Ahsan in a wheelchair, in a deserted corridor.