Fazila Tipan From Heaven

First Love

Twenty-four hours had not passed since my beautiful daughter was in surgery, and it was true that my Shalihah daughter had begun to wake up from her long slumber. When the doctor said he would monitor Fazila, we couldn't see her beautiful face since then. We weren't allowed to see her, only doctors and nurses who have been given responsibility can go in and out of the room.

Opa Ade who continues to whine in front of Papa Araf to be allowed to enter was not able to get permission as hard as his business. Only Araf and that senior doctor could enter, and at a time like this I wished I could run and kiss my precious daughter's forehead. I want to see it, and I miss it so much.

"Where are you? Be prompt. Your daughter's conscious and she's looking for her ummy." Papa's happy voice over there made me smile wide. I do my thanksgiving while shedding tears. Sayup-sayup I still hear the sound of Ummi Fazila prayer beads, his voice still sounds the same. The voice trembled, I was sure that her tears had not stopped dripping since she sat down before God.

This is truly a wonderful gift, how can I repay the goodness of God who has given my daughter a chance? A chance to breathe air again.

"Ummiii...." I walked slowly, then sat down in front of Ummi Fazila while holding his fingers. Luckily there were only the two of us in this musalla.

"Our daughter, Fazila. He's already awarerrrrrr!" I said quietly in a barely audible voice.

"Yes... Our daughter is conscious." I said again, this time excitedly, the smile on my face explained how happy I was. Happy that I cannot express with words.

There was no reply from Ummi Fazila other than her happy smile, she hugged me tightly, so tightly that I could feel her heartbeat. A second later she started crying, her cries breaking. It was as if he lost something then he rediscovered the precious thing in his life.

"Why is Ummi crying? Is Ummi happy? If Ummi is happy why should Ummi cry? Smile to let the universe know that Ummi is really happy!" My babble while cleaning the tears of Ummi Fazila that just keep dripping.

"Ummi's happy, Bi. So happy that Ummi wants to give everything that Ummi has. It turns out that patience is really hard, but it's also true that my prayers strengthen me."

"alright. Enough crying already. Now let's go meet Fazila. That sweet boy must have missed Ummi and Abinya." Chirp me again while sticking my forehead on the smooth forehead of Ummi Fazila.

A second later I held the fingers of Ummi Fazila, helped her stand up and then walked along the hallway to Fazila's hospital room like a newlywed who had just finished her kabul.

...***...

"Hay boy... How you feeling? Are you feeling happy...?"

Fazila who was asked could only remain silent while winking. The monitor, which displays graphics of the performance of Fazila's organs to detect heart rate, oxygen levels in the blood, or blood pressure, looks normal and there is nothing to worry about.

"Son... Now you're okay. Get well and play with your friends soon. I'm sure you must be tired of sleeping in this little bed.

Ahhh sorryfff.... You talk too much. Your family must miss you a lot too, talk to them." Said the senior doctor while holding Fazila's little fingers. There was no reply for her other than a faint smile from my sweet daughter, Meyda Noviana Fazila.

"O-ummi...!"

As soon as I entered Fazila immediately called out to me in a soft voice. His eyes look beautiful.

"Prophet..."

We both walked while holding hands. I looked at Abi Fazila's face, her beautiful eyes shedding tears. I will not ask why he shed tears, because right now I am the one who knows best how bad this condition is. Everyone was sad, and everyone was panicking. This panic managed to crush all my emotions.

"Darling... How are you?" Abi Fazila asked while touching our daughter's pretty face. Fazila's head was still wrapped in bandages but this was a true crucifixion, the sweet child was still able to smile as usual, a smile that managed to eliminate all my worries for the past thirty-five hours.

"Fa-zi-la is fine sa-ja Aa-abi. Um-mi and Aa-bi are not per-lu kha-wa-tir. Allah sa-sa-ma FAZILA. Allah is FAZILA." Reply princess salihaku with a heavy voice.

"What is Um-mi me-na-ngis? FAZILA ben-ci air Mat-ta. Don't be in-h and ja-ngan du-ka. FAZILA sa-ya-ng all or-rang." Again my sweet daughter spoke in a heavy tone. His face was shining, he looked like a person who had just woken up from his beautiful dream.

"Princess Ummi doesn't have to force himself to talk, Ummi knows what you're going to say, we'll talk after Ummi's precious daughter is fine.

Ummi promised Ummi wouldn't cry. Ummi also promises Ummi will always take care of Fazila. Fazila knows, right, boy? Fazila is the pride Fairy of Ummi and Abi. Don't get sick again, after this we'll go to Malang. Meet your friends, Dena, Lisa and Amir. Then repeating the Qur'an memorization with Kiai's grandfather, Fazila wanted to do that right, son?"

"Ommy... Fazila. Fa-Zi-LA wants to talk to Um-mi, Ab-bi, great-grandmother, and great-grandfather.

FA-ZI-LA also ing-ngin bi-ca-ra with Om-ma can-tik and Op-pa OT-Ti-S." Say my precious daughter again.

"We want to do that, too, son. But, now you better rest. Oma and Opa promise, we won't leave our Fazila alone." Mama smiled as she wiped away the corner of her watery eyes with the back of her hand.

Opa Ade and Oma Ochi were still staring at the sofa, they were both excited to see her great-grandson awaken, but unfortunately she was still shocked by this incident until they looked weak. The restless and agitated heart and mind of the two Wijaya family elders made them helpless. Even from being happy to hear his great-granddaughter wake up Oma Ochi almost fell down from being unable to hold her body, her knees suddenly suffocated and she started to break out in cold sweat. Thankfully he is fine.

...***...

The time is 23:49 but unfortunately I still can't close my eyes. When I tried to shut it down, it was always the body that seemed to droop my divine daughter with blood that kept dripping from her head. All this felt like a dream, and at times like this was the only thing I could do, staying up all night staring at her beautiful face. If I can't blink then I won't blink just to make sure my daughter's okay.

Hhuuaa...

Abi Fazila yawned while writhing, her tall body looking uncomfortable asleep on the small sofa of the hospital.

"Ummi's not sleeping? Sleep on." Abi Fazila said slowly so that the beautiful net opened perfectly.

"Ummi's not sleepy yet, Bi. Ummi just wants to see Fazila in a minute." Reply to me while holding Fazila's fingers that are still asleep.

"Ummi need not force yourself. Abi knows Ummi is still in shock. Now our daughter is fine. Go sleep. Abi will take care of Fazila. Abi promised Abi would look after our daughter as well as Ummi would take care of her."

"That's not the problem. Ummi just wanted to see Fazila alone, looking at him made Ummi's soul feel an extraordinary calm. Let Ummi do this without having to argue anymore."

"Alright, Ummi can do that. But let Abi accompany Ummi awake all night. What can?"

I smiled while nodding slowly. A second later I walked up to Abi Fazila, hugging her tightly without worrying about anything else.

"It turns out that there's a silver lining too!" Abi Fazila said as she stroked the top of my head.

"I mean Abi, what?"

"I mean, Abi. Ummi's getting stuck. And Abi likes it." Chirps Abi Fazila excitedly, this time he tightened his embrace even more.

I who heard Abi Fazila's words could only smile knotfully while pinching her stomach. In times like these there is nothing better than to strengthen one another and be immersed in the chest of the field of Abi fazila. I am very fortunate, and I pray that all women will have the same good fortune as me, happy in their homes no matter how big the coming storm tests the faithfulness of love.

I want this kind of life to continue. Continues and continues. I have no doubt to say, being with you despite my dew is a blessing. I murmured in my heart while tightening my arms around her body, for some reason tonight I was acting like a teenager who was just getting to know love. I was happy when I looked him in the face, I was hurt when I saw him crying, and I was devastated when I found out what his life purpose was not being fulfilled.

Fatimah... You're in love with him who stole your day and night. You're in love and he's your first love, your soul mate and your coolest heart, Alan Wijaya. I muttered again in my heart, for the first time I felt this much love.

"I love you, Bi. So in love that I thought my days were incomplete without you by my side. You were my first love.

But I'm sorry, I don't love you that much. Because I know the true beauty of love is when we feel how beautiful it is to love God." I said in a soft voice, there was no reply from Abi Fazila other than a smile.

He knew I loved him, and that was enough for him. There is nothing more we want in this life than happiness. Observe, little is needed to make a happy life, everything is within ourselves in the way we think and behave.

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