Girl For The Widow

S2.8

The girl fought hard against her illness. He felt a chill seeping from the soles of his feet then slowly and surely ran his body until it gathered on his Head. Degup his heart began to weaken and his pulse was made sure not palpable. His head seemed to be not functioning at all. Pain and discomfort is what feels like. A cold sweat started coming out from between the pores giving a sign that the Girl was struggling hard. His eyes were closed with tears constantly seeping. While his heart did not break reading the holy verse of the Quran even though it felt very heavy.

"Lord, is it time? But I beg you to take this disease so that I will accept it."

Inwardly, the girl said she raised hopes that she would be free from the disease that had taken away her joy.

Since the disease has taken over her body. The girl could only lie weakly on the bed. Let alone standing for long, sitting was only a few minutes to last. Moreover, walking and running around the courtyard was very impossible to do at this time. His movements were only around the room where he nurtured hopes of staying afloat.

His illness has made his body shrink more and more. His cheeks that were once translucent now show a thin veil while the large round eyes that glow brightly now dim as if they did not have a living light. The girl's body was getting weaker and weaker and more helpless.

Now the girl is like a rose that has withered and soon fell to the earth and forgotten. Despite the withering, the girl is trying to survive and does not want to fall prematurely.

"Astaghfirullah."

A woman came in carrying a tray of food. Seeing the girl roll weakly with her hands and feet moving more and more agile. The woman immediately put what she was carrying on the Table then quickly grabbed the Qur'an then read Surat Al-Baqarah to help the Girl fight her illness.

"Qia fight to heal and endure the wounds and pain that envelop your increasingly fragile heart. Brother Bibah believes that you are a strong girl even though your physical and heart are currently attacked simultaneously." He kept encouraging the poor girl. The crying wanted to break, but tried at his will. He did not want to cry, which would only make the girl worse.

The woman continued to read Al Baqarah's letter until the movement of Qia's hands and feet slowly slowed down and normalized again.

He breathed a sigh of relief as Qia's body no longer moved like ayan's. Qia managed to get through the pain despite leaving a very weak body.

"Bibah" he called out in a soft voice barely hearing.

"Yes deck, Brother Bibah is here. Is he gone?" Habibah answered and asked. He saw his sister-in-law nodding her head very weakly.

In the absence of tears that flowed from the corner of the eyes belonging to his sister-in-law. There was fatigue on his pale face.

"I'm tired, brother. May I just give up" said Qia weakly. There was a bitterness implied in those two beautiful beads.

"Don't say that. Brother is sure you will recover and be able to get through this. So don't let the disease win and the person who did this to you laughs happily. You have to fight it, deck."

Habibah tried to restore the spirit of Qia who seemed to have been on the verge of despair. He understood what the suffering of the girl was like. Where the disease will be pulverized before the time will perform prayer. Time of Dzuhur, Ashar, Magrib, Isa and dawn. Even at midnight the disease will attack his tired body. Not allowed the girl to rest even a little.

Every Habibah read al-Baqarah's letter to help Qia's healing will surely shed tears. Likewise with Rizqy who looks very devastated to see the helplessness of his sister. The two of them took turns guarding Qia. Habibah never left Qia alone. If he was traveling to do something, then there would be people guarding him. Next to the task of accompanying the Girl at night was the Big Brother. Although tired, Rizqy will not move from his sister's side.

For the sake of healing Qia. Rizqy decides to stay in a Pesantren cottage not far from the School where she is serving. The two of them willingly left the Village and closed off the information about the whereabouts of the three of them as much as possible. Even Habibah was willing to stop teaching in order to focus on caring for Qia. The couple's husband and wife are shoulder to shoulder and trying to do anything for the healing of their only sister they have.

"Bibah is right, but what can I do if my lips are not able to move is just to say the holy verses of the Qur'an. Even in my heart I stammered it. Prayer is a weapon against it, right? What would happen if these lips tightly clenched no longer able to move to say prayer. Was that the end of the struggle and in fact I lost."

Qia was crying, it was possible that in that way could ease her weird thoughts. His mind is branching in all directions. He wanted to let go of his suffering and chose to give up his illness and leave. But on the other hand he did not want to leave his two brothers. It is possible that with his departure will add to the sadness and deterioration of his two brothers, that is what burdens him so he does not want to lose.

Qia was tired, that was how she felt when she had to fight the pain every second. Moreover, his hope had been snatched from his hands. Keynand, the man who promised her happiness, betrayed her and inflicted a deep wound on the space of her heart that formed love for her. Without a word the man chose to knit happily with another woman as she struggled through her critical years. When Keynand said Ijab kabul on behalf of another woman instead of her, it was then that Qia was dying. That night there was pain and happiness together present in the hearts that once loved each other.

Qia felt her chest getting sicker and the tightness made it difficult for her to breathe. His sobbing further blurred the clear eyes that already had no living light. He is withered now and helpless.

Did Keynand and the Woman work together to hurt him? Why did the Man confess to loving her and ultimately hurt her by presenting the Woman in his heart.

Should Qia congratulate the couple for breaking her heart and slumping.

Hikz hikz hikz

The sobs of Qia sounded painful in Habibah's Ear. The body trembled violently in the warm embrace of the Woman who became his sister's true love. Habibah also shed tears, but hurriedly wiped them with the back of his hand. He did not want Qia to get worse seeing his brother dissolve in sadness. Habibah tried to strengthen his heart so that he could save his sister's heart.

"Sir, Brother Bibah is sure you will be healed. Mas Rizqy also believed this, so do not ditch our hope with that despair."

After saying Habibah broke the embrace. He wiped the tears flowing profusely from the corners of Qia's beautiful eyes. In his eyes the face was full of affection.

"Repeat the pain through the tears and let the wound drift with it and dry without a trace. You're a special girl, Deck! So God gave you this trial and God chose you because he believed you could bear it and go through it."

Qia enjoyed the encouraging words of the Woman who sincerely gave up all her dreams just for the sake of accompanying and taking care of her.

"Thank you, Brother. I am grateful to have Sister-in-law as good as Sister Habibah" said Qia with a smile that she tried to publish on her pale lips.

Habibah smiled sincerely. Looks softness behind beautiful eyes that always radiate warmth.

"Your happiness is the dream of Brother Bibah and Mas Rizqy at this time, so don't destroy that dream."

Qia nodded with a smile that became increasingly visible.

"Now you eat so that there is energy to fight it. After that we just pray," said Habibah firmly.

Qia nodded obediently. He leaned his thin and weak body against the bed rest. Then Habibah patiently spooned the food and then pointed the Spoon towards the lips of the Girl. Qia painstakingly swallowed the food despite being completely unappetizing. But he realized, if there is no food intake into his body, then from where he has energy.

After eating, Qia walked slowly towards the bathroom to clean herself up.

A few minutes later, the withered face looked fresher swept away by the ablution water. By trying to insinuate himself and trying to fight the laziness that every time he performs the prayer it will surely happen.

During the prayer, Qia began to feel weak. His head felt severe pain. His heart began to weaken and his breathing began to feel heavy. The girl still tried to finish her prayer without being disturbed by her body that was getting tired. He kowtowed quietly, saying a prayer in a clear and clear manner heard in his Ear. In his heart he praised his Lord. The Most Holy of Allah the Most High.

Qia extended the last prostration in the prayer she performed. In the silence in his heart said a prayer. Together with that, his tears flowed down the Sajadah he used

"O Lord, if it is time for the servant to resign, but before that lift this disease so that the servant is free from the evil of Jin and Man. I don't want to carry this disease when it's time."

After the prayer, Qia walked back to the bed and laid down her weak body. He hoped when he woke up there was a speck of energy he had. Because this afternoon it's time for her next treatment. Of course he needs energy to enjoy the pain. Can he?

Seriate.