Dusk Rainbow

The wingless angel

The hour hand showed at four in the afternoon. After returning home from the restaurant, Susan slept soundly until Adzan Ashar, now he was awake and in his mother's room, Susan occasionally cried, hugging Bu Naimah who was lying on the gurney.

A flash of Raisya's childhood shadow flashed by. He cried in Mahesa's father's arms when Arum's mother was unconscious. Abandoned by a loved one from childhood is not his desire, but God knows more about himself who is able to face everything.

One grain of clear liquid escaped wetting his cheeks. Devan who was sitting next to him grabbed Raisya's body and placed his head on the chest of his field.

"Sister, I was in Susan's position once, Even though your life can't be saved, I'm much luckier than she is."

Devan stroked Raisya's trembling back, not expecting Susan to remind him of a miserable childhood.

"I'm surrounded by people who love me, and Susan, she has to be alone when her mother is sick. 

"We will love him, you will not be sad anymore. Focus on Miss Naimah, if she's cured and can see Susan will be happy."

Devan continues to convince Raisya. He knew, behind the firmness of the wife, she was just a fragile woman who needed herself at a time like this.

Raisya raised her head, clearing the clear liquid still stuck to her cheek. Remembering the hijab that he had bought time at the mall.

"Sister, I'm going to Syakila's room for a moment, please accompany Susan," Raisya asked as she opened some paper bags.

Raisya smiled as she found what she was looking for.

May Syakila like it. 

Raisya walked out of the room, leisurely walking towards Syakila's room. In addition to giving gifts, Raisya also wants to re-bind the rope of brotherhood that slightly out. Upon arriving at the door, he stopped his steps, his hand which was almost holding a knob was pulled back when he heard a joking sound accompanied by laughter from within.

"That's Afif and Syakila's voice, if I go in Syakila's angry isn't it?"

Raisya looked down, staring at the black hijab in her hand. 

"I have to go in, I have to know why Syakila ignored me." Gathering all his courage, Raisya said his greetings.

The answer from Syakila and Afif together made Raisya relieved.

"Sir Raisya, '' said Afif who opened the door. He is no longer awkward and considers Raisya as a sister-in-law who must be respected, not an ex-lover anymore.

Syakila was sitting in her chair and playing with her phone. Not even a little heed the presence of Raisya.

"I want to meet Syakila" Raisya said briefly.

Afif shifted his body, giving Raisya a way to enter.

The coldness of Syakila's attitude can already be captured by Raisya. The woman did not turn her head in the slightest and chose to smile at her flat object.

"La, I bought a hijab for you." Raisya offered what he had brought in front of Syakila.

Silent, Syakila only glanced at a glance with the tail of her eyes then returned to her phone. 

"Let's put it on the table! Why is brother here? Can you call me?" syakila ketus.

Raisya closed his eyes for a moment, easing the throbbing pain that settled in his chest.

Maybe this is not the right time to talk, right what Devan said, I have to focus on Naimah ma'am. 

Raisya put the hijab on the table and came out. 

Afif closed the door again, after Raisya disappeared, he approached Syakila who was sitting with his sour face.

"Why you?" 

"Do you want to defend Raisya?" sergeant Syakila for a moment.

"No," Afif grabbed Syakila's body and grabbed her.

I have to speak slowly, my past cannot be a boomerang in my future. Pity Raisya if he has to be a victim of Syakila's anger.

Oh God, I don't want to be appreciated and praised, but I can't be ignored like this either. Make me a good person like the people you choose.

After being quite calm, Raisya returned to his room.

Devan stared at Raisya's empty hand and smiled.

"Syakila hasn't come home yet?" ask Devan. 

"Not yet, but it looks like it's almost home."

Raisya approached Naimah and Susan. 

"Susan, come with the doctor ma'am yes, we pray with om, Susan pray mommy hopefully get well soon."

Bu Naimah's hand felt towards the source of the sound until it touched Raisya's hand. 

"Mother doctor, I don't know what to say, which must be Miss Doctor is an angel sent down by God to help me. I promise after I recover I will serve the Doctor."

Devan was feeling full, all this time he never thought would have a wife like Raisya. However, life was full of mystery, and now the wingless angel became his companion.

"I don't expect anything in return, Mom. Seeing susan happy, I am happy, I just pray, reassure my mother, hopefully the operation will be smooth."

Devan embraces Raisya's shoulder, "Yes, Mom. What matters now is that I recover first, Devan timpal.

"Thank you, sir," said Naimah. 

After praying Isya' congregated, Raisya wore a special green uniform, while Devan helped Susan take off her face and approached Raiysa. If the woman always asked for blessings from her parents, this was the first time she asked Devan, her husband. 

"I will always pray for you, good luck." A kiss landed on Raisya's forehead before entering the operating room.

Devan sat on a chair made of shiny iron while holding Susan, occasionally he made jokes, boredom that struck.

It's been almost an hour. However, there was still no sign of Raisya coming out. Susan whines asking her mother's condition constantly to make Devan's heart slashed.

The girl who now changed her appearance put her head on Devan's chest as Raisya often did.

"Better Susan sleep, later if the Doctor comes out, om wake up again."

Susan nodded and closed her eyes.

After waiting for a few more minutes, the door in front of Devan opened wide, saw his wife open the mask and smile crisply and raised her thumb.

Devan slowly holds Susan and approaches Raisya who is talking to the nurse. 

"How's it?"

"Alhamdulillah, the operation is smooth, but this is only one, later after recovery will be done the other operation." 

"O.." Devan is just an o ria. His eyes glanced towards Raisya who was busy taking off his gloves. 

"Now that we go home, I'll have the sisters take care of Naimah's mother. I don't want you to get sick."

The overly ingenious Raisya stared at the clock that was coiling in his hand. It was nine o'clock at night. 

"Reason, just tell me that __"

Devan silenced Raisya's mouth as a nurse flashed by.

"The voice is not loud, later when heard by people, embarrassed," whispered Devan.

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