Devotion of Love

Sincerity Love

"I will never betray our bond of love. I can't replace you with another love!"

"Sister Hafidz!" Savira and Hanna were almost at the same time.

"No need to find me another love. Because forever I will hold our love!" Hafidz said coldly, Hanna smilingly saw Hafidz standing right in front of the door.

"She's finally coming. Look beautiful, your prince is standing there. Smile, your happiness is complete. He and your little prince will be here. Be your strength and strength to me. I won't be weak, I'll make sure you're okay!" Whisper Savira, Hanna nodded weakly. A smile adorns Hanna's tiny lips.

"Goddess Savira!" Hanna said firmly, Savira nodded with a nod of her head.

"I know, if Allah SWT permits. I believe, Allah SWT in accordance with the prejudice of HIS servant and I am prejudiced. If you're gonna be okay!"

"I believe in HIS decree and I am sure of your sincerity. We will fight to the end. If you're strong for me, it's appropriate that I'm tougher than you!" When Hanna was weak, Savira nodded and kissed Hanna on the forehead.

"Let's not let the smile on your pretty face go round!" Said Savira, gently rubbing Hanna's cheek.

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"Meet Hanna, she misses you. You're the only one he's looking for when he first wakes up. If Hanna hadn't asked you. Maybe it was my own hand that dragged your body away from Hanna. Even Hanna's shadow won't be able to see!" Savira's whispers were cold and firm. Then leave without looking back or waiting for Hafidz's answer

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"Why stand so far away? Doesn't my sister miss me?" Hanna said softly, Hanna's voice was weak. The rest of his strength was drained, his body was completely weak. Hanna's gaze said, looking down on Hafidz the person she loved the most.

Hafidz silently stared at Hanna's weak body. Hanna's pretty face is still clearly visible, even without make up. A beautiful face that looks behind the pale and weak body of Hanna. A single tear Hafidz shed. His heart ached, his chest felt tight, his bones weak with power. His body feels light like a cotton swab. Hafidz felt drifting, while looking at Hanna who was clearly not okay.

"Sister, come here!" Hanna said again, his weak hand extended towards Hafidz. Hope Hafidz comes to embrace it. Grasping tightly the tiny hands that are now starting to thin.

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"Hanna!" Shouted Hafidz, holding Hanna's hand.

Hafidz was late, Hanna's hand fell before she managed to grasp it. The sound of Hanna's hand clashing with the bed. The more broken Hafidz's heart is no longer intact. Hanna's weak hand was no longer able to reach Hafidz. Let alone grasping, waiting for Hafidz's hand. It was as if Hanna was no longer capable, weak and helpless. The current state of Hanna.

"Sorry, my hands are no longer waiting for you. This hand is too weak to wait for your warm hand. Everything has changed, I am weak and helpless. But believe me, my weak body. Your son is fine. He will be born healthy, handsome like you!"

"I know!" Hafidz's voice was flat, then kissed Hanna's hand gently.

The tiny hand that was tightly held. A weak hand that he did not want to let go of. Hafidz clasped Hanna's hand tightly. Clutching the hand of his soul mate's wife. Wishing warm her love, able to remove the cold that ambushed Hanna's body. It was cold, as Hafidz touched Hanna's cheek.

"I'm fine, sister don't have to worry!" Hanna said, Hafidz was silent. No head nods or nods. Hafidz looked deeper. Hiding tears that force you to drip.

"Believe me brother, I'm fine. Nothing bad will happen to me!" Hanna said, Hafidz shut up and nodded.

"Hmmm!" Hafidz cleared his throat saying Hanna. Thinking Hanna would calm down with her short voice.

"Bless your head, brother, look at me with your love. It's been cold for a long time between us. The distance created begins to erode our sacred bond. Time becomes the invisible boundary that separates us. At least today, let me feel the warmth of your embrace. Be happy with the love you have ever offered. Don't let my weakness be the separation distance. I miss you, miss you so much!" Hanna said with the rest of her energy. Hafidz raised his head.

Hafidz stared at Hanna's face. Glued Hanna's soft cheek with her finger. Hanna's cold cheeks, freeze Hafidz's fingers. A frost that pierced deep into his heart. Long Hafidz rubbed Hanna's cheeks, pensively staring at a face that was no longer fresh. Hanna smiled knotfully full of happiness. The warm hands of Hafidz shook the cold heart. Swipe after swipe Hafidz, shaking the small body in Hanna's womb. The same longing for the old father's warmth is not felt.

"Darling, you miss me. I'm sorry that you kept you away from her. Now he's in front of my mom. Do you feel the warmth of his hands? The heavy hand that will lead you, replacing the hand of your mother who may not have had time to hold you. Honey, do you know? Your father is so handsome, one day take care and protect your father. Help him find another love. Trust me, baby, without your mama you'd be happy. Dad's a good man, he'll find a better mama for you. Don't be mad at me, you have to strengthen each other. Mama will be in your hearts. Mama love you guys!" Inner Hanna while gently rubbing her stomach. The little guy's kick moved Hanna. He was sure that his son also missed Hafidz.

"Should you be this calm? Your smile won't erase my sadness, after all. My heart hurts Hanna, not just because I saw your pain. But I was sick when I realized how stupid I was? At least I never realized your pain, I couldn't feel the pain in your heart. Just once Hanna, let me see your weakness. Tell me your pain, don't let me be the last person to realize your pain. Lean on me, so that I feel worthy to be your priest!" Said Hafidz.

"The left hand doesn't need a mouth, to tell the right hand it will hurt. The left hand is able to withstand pain, as long as it can help the task of the right hand. Instead, the right hand replaces the left hand when needed. These two hands are like a relationship between us. No need to say, to explain the pain. No need to understand, to understand each other. There is no need to blame if someone disagrees. The left hand will complete the right hand. On the contrary, the right hand strengthens the weak left hand. Without the right hand thinking, the left hand is lower or itself is higher. Both are there to perfect one with the other!"

"Hanna!"

"If you're broken without me, do you think I'm strong without you?"

"Sister is strong and must be strong, not for my sake but for the sake of our son. Remember me in your deepest heart, write my name on the wall of your heart. But promise me, you will live happily without me. Find a love that will make you happy!"

"If I choose not to be with you!" Hafidz said firmly, Hanna shut Hafidz's mouth with her palm. Hanna shook her head weakly, gesturing Hanna to disagree.

"Never say that, you must be strong. Our son needs you, he misses you. It's the voice he wants to hear first. The chanting of the chastisement from your lips, the light of faith that will illuminate the way. Your warm hand is waiting for him. Gently caress her dreadlocks cheeks, warmly embrace her tiny body. I believe, brother is able to educate our son with love. But if there is another love in your heart. Please let my son grow up with my family. I've had a taste of living with a new family and it's very uncomfortable!"

"Hanna's enough, enough!" Shouted Hafidz, Hanna was silent at once. Hafidz stood behind him. It was clear his back was straight. Their backs are like walls between them.

"Sister!"

"Why are you making me stupid? You don't like hating me. There is no anger in your mother, even though her attitude is very inappropriate. Until when did Hanna you keep me haunted by guilt? Is there not one chance for me, to atone for all my sins against you. Replacing the tears that drip from your beautiful eyes. To be a husband worthy of your protection!"

"There is no shortage in you. Your love gives unlimited happiness. Your love makes me smile for no reason. The love from the heart you offer, makes me happy until the end of my life. No complaints, no scolding, no regrets. My son came because of your love, I left with your love. I love you so much!" Hanna said, with a breath that began to pant.

"No Hanna, don't go!" Said Hafidz worriedly, Hafidz held Hanna tightly.

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"No Hanna, please stay by my side!"

"Thank you, brother introduced me to the meaning of love!" Whisper Hanna with half her consciousness.

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"Hanna!" Shouted Arkan and Savira, they ran when they heard the call from Hafidz.

"No Hanna, you'll stay with us!" Savira muttered, while continuing to regain Hanna's consciousness.

"Hafidz, come out!" Arkan's ink, Hafidz silently sculpted. His bones were stiff, Hafidz unable to step out. Hanna's cooling body made her freeze. Hafidz was scared, he was afraid of losing Hanna.

"Doctor Arkan, there's no other way!" Said Savira, Arkan nodded slowly.

"Has he come? The room is ready!" Arkan said, Savira nodded slowly.

"Everything's come, but the doctor Hanna asked Hanna to do hasn't come yet. Whether he comes or not?" Said Savira cynically.

"She's coming, because Hanna believes only in her!" Arkan said, Savira nodded slowly.

"Doctor Arkan, we need to hurry. Hanna's time isn't much!"

"You're finally here!" Arkan said, shortly after hearing a voice calling out to him. Arkan and Savira take Hanna out of the ward.

"What is Hanna's older brother's husband?" Hafidz nodded slowly.

"Sister Hanna loves you so much, so much love for you. Until she could ask me to be your wife. Replaced her position as her son's mother. What a big-hearted woman, her true love made me tremble. But trust me, I never agreed with his request. I will help her, but not her husband's wife. Rather than a brother who replaces his duty as mother!"

"Would you love him so much? It is clear that his love for you, a pain that will not heal even if I take your place. What a great love, a love that is beginning to disappear eroded by time!" Inner Doctor Aura Shrivelled.

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**Hi reader,

Sorry the old author is not up, not intentionally unless there is an obstacle. A few days ago, the author had an accident. So that the author's two hands are injured and difficult to move Once again sorry and thank you**.