Earth Angel
Chapter 108: The Ar-Rahman Surah
The day darkens, replacing sunlight with beautiful moonlight. The weather tonight was not as warm as the night before, this time it was cold.
Since this afternoon the black clouds have continued to clump, but the rain has not yet fallen. The wind blows hard, blowing dry leaves until they fall to the ground.
The glass of the room was wide open, the curtains that were blown by the wind flew over Azwar's face. The man was sitting in a single chair facing the window.
His memory spun back, remembering about the arrsyad's condition. Feeling scared and agitated, shackled in the heart.
Zhivana called this afternoon, informing her that Arrsyad was in the hospital. He said when he wanted to go home, arrsyad even fell unconscious in the parking lot.
Lucky when the incident there was andre, until the head arrsyad not hit. Even until now arrsyad has not been conscious. Reno is furious when she learns Arrsyad is in the hospital.
Andre was the first to blame. The man said for the past few months he was aware of the arrsyad's condition. Instead of being honest, andre actually helped hide arrsyad's disease.
Getting a heart donor is very difficult, if necessary it may have to wait a long time. If waiting is impossible, what if arrsyad is dead.
If there is a miracle maybe the hope to be conveyed is do'a for arrsyad to heal.
"Who will donate heart to arrsyad."
Azwar continued to speak by repeating the same words. His mind and heart were not calm, let alone zhivana. Perhaps the veiled woman was crying with full of do'a and hope.
His jaw reads, there is an incoming message from his future wife. Almira always reminded Azwar to take medicine before going to bed.
Usually the attention of the almira makes azwar happy, but this time it is not. Even messages from the Almira were not reciprocated as usual.
Congratulations, Mr. Azwar, your disease has indeed been cured. But at times it may recur. So keep your health.
Doctor bram's words one month ago turned back around in azwar's head. Staring at the several packs of medicine, there were a few more medicines left.
Azwar's spirit of life has returned. He will soon marry Almira. The turkey-blooded woman has given love and affection to azwar.
"I don't want zhivana to cry, let alone feel the loss of someone she loves."
Apparently that affection is still in Azwar's little heart. Since childhood already know zhivana well, even women who have now become a wife and mother of two children are able to make azwar weak.
The words of Istigfar continue to be spoken from the mouth of azwar. It's the past, now she's getting married to Almira. It is not good to think of another woman.
As he wanted to sleep and was about to close his eyes, the funeral shadow of the two old men zhivana flashed. Turning to the memory where when zhivana was blind, the girl was waiting for him.
No matter where you are, where you are, I was waiting for you.
Mas, I love you.
Azwar remembers it very much. As he said that, zhivana was extremely timid.
"Astagfirullahal'adzim."
Azwar wakes up from his sleep, not wanting to remember the past. Hurriedly stepped into the bathroom, intending to wudhu and then taught for healing arrsyad.
While in the hospital. Zhivana was sitting on the floor in a prayer mat. On top of the ward next to the zhivana sitting there was an arrsyad lying on a survival aid.
The chest of the arrsyad opens perfectly without any strands of cloth covering it, many hospital tools are attached there.
Both of zhivana's hands looked up to pray, pleading with the khaliq for her husband to be healthy again. The shady eyes were swollen, and from then on his tears kept flowing.
Her children were laid to rest in Luchia. Striving strongly for the children, zhivana tries to teach. Chanting Surah Ar-Rahman, in which arrsyad presented him as a dowry.
The sudden pain of arrsyad made zhivana very surprised. Though all this time arrsyad looks fine, how can once arrsyad a direct pain as severe as this.
"Assalamualaikum mas,"
Zhivana tried to speak right in the ear of the arrsyad, trying to hold back her tears from falling. With a stammered voice, zhivana tried to speak back.
"I want to sing Surah Ar-Rahman. Yes, you are my paradise."
With care zhivana held the right hand of the arrsyad. Both of his eyes were closed, to be more solemn. Surah Ar-Rahman began to chant zhivana beautifully, soft in the arrsyad room.
No matter what her husband won't hear, zhivana will read it anyway.
Verse by verse until the last verse of zhivana is chanted, the two eyes of zhivana open again slowly. Hoping that when he finished teaching and opened his eyes, arrsyad woke up.
But unfortunately her husband was still faithfully closed his eyes, stiffened even looks like a dead man. Only with the help of this hospital tool can arrsyad survive.
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