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Section 19

Ghibran entered his house with some plastic containing food for Azizah. The young man was surprised to find that his parents had returned from out of town.

"Lho, how come you're home?" ask the umi to approach the child only.

"Actually, today Ghibran is not working my," replied Ghibran quietly. "Azizah's sick, my, by." Ghibran looks sad.

"Oh my God, umy's son-in-law is sick?" Aminah was shocked to hear from Ghibran. The young man just nodded. Mr. Haryo who had just sat on the sofa, came to Ghibran.

"Azizah hurts what son?" haryo asked Ghibran while patting the child's shoulder gently.

"She had a fever, she was so hot." Ghibran bowed sadly.

"Have you given Azizah the medicine, son? Or have you been taken to the hospital?" ask the umy-stirring full of worry.

"Not yet, this is me just want to tell him to eat the same medicine." The ghibran showed the plastic it was carrying.

"So morning, Ghibran had invited Azizah to go to the Doctor. But, he doesn't want to. The woman is very selfish, even though her health is not good," continued Ghibran slightly began to return upset, given the attitude of Azizah this morning.

"You better give Azizah a quick meal and medicine. Later umy and aby will follow, "Aminah's orders, Ghibran just nodded and walked away.

"O Allah, may my son-in-law be well" said Aminah.

"Aamiin, maybe our son-in-law is my soybean."

"Yes, aby's right. Because, it's been a few days since Azizah took care of the house herself." Aminah looked at Haryo the husband. Haryo just smiled shadyly.

The ghibran opened the door knob and it turned out Azizah was still asleep. The young man approached Azizah, without closing the door again. The ghibran sits on a long sofa where Azizah sleeps at night. How wicked she was, letting Azizah spend her nights on that couch. Meanwhile, he slept on a bed lined with a soft mattress. Ghibran continues to curse him.

"I can't bear to wake the strange woman" said Ghibran, looking at Azizah from a distance.

"Sure, you're so exhausted, that you have to get sick like this." Continue to look at the beautiful woman who was asleep.

Slowly, Azizah opened her eyes and turned to Ghibran, who was sitting on the couch. Ghibran went straight to Azizah and sat on the edge of the bed, right next to Azizah.

"Finally, you wake up too. Ayok, eat it out first take medicine," ordered Ghibran as he opened the plastic containing food.

"Why didn't you wake me?" ask Azizah.

"So, I think you slept well. So, I can't bear to wake him up" Ghibran said, smiling clumsyly.

"Look, let me help you." The ghibran helped Azizah to get up from her lying down and become a sitting position leaning on the head of the bed.

"Now, you must eat." Ghibran thrusting a spoonful of porridge at Azizah, Azizah devoured it slowly.

The handsome-looking young man continued to feed Azizah painstakingly. Azizah just smiled as she continued to look at the Ghibran who was feeding her.

I can't believe this weird guy isn't as bad as I thought. He turned out, so much to care about me. Sampa wants to take care of me like this, is God wrong if I start to feel something different about him? I know, he's my husband now. But there is still another woman, I know that. Could we love each other someday? Astagfirullah, what do you think of Azizah?- the woman continued to hold in her heart while looking at Ghibran.

Ghibran who began to realize that Azizah was daydreaming a little confused and immediately called the woman.

"Awlucky, hey. You why?" Ghibran asked a little confused.

"Ha, no, I'm fine." Azizah replied slightly stammered and smiled clumsyly.

"Yes, now you take the medicine first yeah." Ghibran gave Azizah one pill, Azizah grabbed it and took one glass of water that Ghibran gave and immediately took the medicine.

"Now, you rest, let it heal quickly" Ghibran ordered with a smile.

"Ghibran," call Azizah.

"Yes, what is Azizah? Do you need anything?" Ask Ghibran. Azizah just shook her head.

"Thank you, because you've been willing to take care of me like this." Azizah threw a smile, the young man just nodded and also smiled.

Without them knowing, it turns out Aminah and Haryo are watching them on the doorstep. They kept smiling and looking at each other standing near the door of Ghibran's room. Aminah and Haryo approached Ghibran and Azizah, looking at each other.

"Sir," said the Umi, Ghibran got up and allowed his ummah to sit near Azizah.

"I'm sorry, son, you must be soaked." Aminah clasped Azizah's hand tightly. "I'm sorry, because some days umi's health is not good to not be able to help you nduk," continued the mummy-in-law feeling guilty.

"No umi, umi don't blame yourself. This is all Zizah's fault, for not being able to take care of herself." Azizah shook her head quickly.

"You go to the doctor, yeah, nduk." Aminah Pinta.

"No need, umi. Azizah was fine, and Zizah took medicine. Sure, tomorrow also healed," declined Azizah's friendliness.

"Yes, you rest well son," said the Umi, Azizah just nodded and smiled.

The umi-in-law helped Azizah to lie back down and covered her body with a blanket.

"Syafakilah dear, umi's daughter-in-law." Aminah kissed gently on the forehead of the son-in-law with affection. Azizah just closed her eyes, feeling the affection of her mother-in-law. Her husband and father-in-law smiled at them. Then he walked away leaving Azizah who had started to fall asleep again.

 

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"Yes, Allah is all-Rahman and Rahim. Forgive my sins, my parents. Give healing to Azizah, remove the disease from her body. Give him health again, Aamiin."

The young man rubbed his face rough while closing his eyes. Well, now Ghibran has finished his evening prayer. It became a habit for him. Not to forget, too, he prayed for the healing of Azizah. Azizah who was still lying weak, woke up and saw the activities being carried out by Ghibran. There was a sweet smile on his face, looking at Ghibran who was praying for him.

"Yes, God turned out to be this strange man, not as bad as I thought. Didn't I hear wrong, Ghibran prayed for me? Very good of him." Azizah monologues herself while smiling at the Ghibran who sits behind her.

"Aamiin," the woman shrieked, smiling. At once Ghibran turned to the source of the voice, then immediately approached Azizah who was sitting on the bed.

"I want to pray too." The woman smilingly looked at Ghibran who was still standing.

"But you're still sick Zah. Are you ready to stand up?" Ghibran asked a little worried about Azizah's health which was not completely healed.

"You can sit, if not while lying down" Azizah said. "Can't prayer not be abandoned, even if you're sick?" Azizah stared at Ghibran.

"Yes, I helped make ablution yah."

"No need, I can do it myself Ran," Azizah refused gently.

"You sure?" Ghibran asked to confirm, Azizah just nodded with a smile.

Ghibran exhaled, then nodded in approval to Azizah's decision.The woman smiled, slowly lowered her feet on the floor and stepped towards the bathroom slowly. Ghibran only looked at Azizah's departure with a hint of worry in him. For some reason, since Azizah was sick, the young man was very attentive to Azizah.

After a few minutes, Azizah came out of the bathroom. Mukena has Ghibran ready on the bed. But where is that young man? Two were no longer in the room. Azizah cuddled as if she was looking for something, maybe she was looking for the existence of a Ghibran that suddenly disappeared. Ayu's woman smiled when she saw the face that was already on the bed.

"Ghibran, what is this Ghibran doing?" Azizah smiled as she held the face she had held. Then, his eyes turned to look at the photo of a Ghibran attached to a wall. Seyuman was again pictured in his lips.

The young man was standing in the balcony, his hands tightly holding on to the fence. His eyes closed, feeling the gusts of night wind that hit his body. There was no coldness he felt as the wind ran through his body.

"It's late at night, why don't you go to sleep?" Asked the woman to walk over to Ghibran. Ghibran opened his eyes and turned his head, looking at the person who had just arrived. Well, it's midnight. But they are still outside.

"Azizah, why are you here?" Instead of answering Azizah's question, Ghibran asked.

"It was behind him" muttered Azizah looking straight ahead.

"Sleep, you're sick again" Ghibran also looked ahead.

"You're sleeping too." Azizah reigned.

"I still want to be here."

"I am too."

Ghibran turned to Azizah who was still looking ahead. No more chatter was heard between the two people, the situation became silent for a moment. Azizah bowed for a moment and raised her face again.

"I used to be eager to stare at the stars with people I love, but ...." Azizah did not continue her words, she looked down again.

"Yes, I know, but now you're living with someone you don't love" Ghibran said, as Azizah looked up at Ghibran, who was staring at him.

What is this feeling? Why my heart doesn't feel like gini. This gaze, I used to be very unwilling to look at him but now, why do I like this gaze so much?- Azizah muttered in her heart, continuing to look at Ghibran.

I don't know, now his heart is suddenly beating very fast. Like a drum yamg hammering. I don't know since when he felt it, but when he had to look at each other like this, his feelings began to be unbecoming. Did, Azizah start to love that young man?

"Cold?" Ghibran asked to look at Azizah, as if she was cold. Azizah turned and shook her head quickly.

"Sorry" said Azizah.

"For what?"

"For all that happened, and for Ayesha."

The young man only sighed slowly by continuing to look forward.

"If, if we don't agree to this match, maybe you won't lose Aisyah. I am evil! What kind of friend am I? I can take away my own best friend's happiness." Azizah smiled bitterly, starting to blame herself.

"Already Azizah, all has happened" said Ghibran still looking straight ahead.

"Don't keep blaming yourself, I know you're hurt too, right?"

Azizah only scrunched her forehead, confused by what Ghibran said earlier.

"You mean?"

"I know, you like Fahmi, don't you?"

Azizah was silent to the words of Ghibran. Where does the young man know, if he likes Fahmi, even long ago. Because, he never told about his feelings for Fahmi, including Aisyah. How did Ghibran know that?

"Where do you know that?" Tanya Azizah intogerated.

"You can't cover it all up, Azizah. Then, why do you still think about the feelings of others, even though your heart is also hurt?"

Azizah was still bowed, unable to look at Ghibran. Ghibran was right, his heart was also wounded but he did not care about his injuries, the woman just kept thinking about the fate of his best friend. He does not care if he has to lose his love, but he cannot lose his best friend.

"We are equally hurt, equally unable to have our love. But, God has destined us to be together even though well, I know we cannot love each other yet. Come, live our lives now because God has given you for me and me for you." The ghibran held both of Azizah's shoulders, staring at the woman so deeply. Azizah was silent.

"Look, sleep is already night," Ghibran asked as he walked away. Azizah was still there, still digesting Ghibran's speech just now. Mean what? Why did the young man say that. Has Ghibran begun to love himself?

The ghibran stopped in his tracks, feeling that Azizah was not following him. The young man turned his head and looked towards Azizah who was still silent looking at him. Ghibran nodded his head hinting to invite Azizah, Azizah nodded quickly and walked over to Ghibran.

 

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One month already, Azizah was staying at her in-laws' house. Today is the last day of Azizah and Ghibran in the house. As already agreed, if after marriage they will live with Fatimah, umi Azizah in her house. However, before that they will both stay at the Ghibran house for a month.

Azizah was preoccupied with her activities this morning. The beautiful woman was busy stuffing some of her clothes into a suitcase. Then, after finishing he also put the clothes of Ghibran in the same suitcase. Azizah deliberately did not bring all the Ghibran clothing, because she knew this was her husband's house and at times they would definitely come here.

There was a look of happiness on Azizah's face, who continued to smile at her. Ghibran was arrested when the young man had finished bathing.

"Today, it seems you're very happy Zah." Ghibran stepped over while drying his hair with a towel. Azizah was a little surprised to hear the voice of Ghibran, until she stopped her activities.

"Yes, that's for sure. Because, today I will meet my wingless angel. After so long without meeting," said Azizah throwing a smile, re-inserting clothes into the suitcase.

"If for example, I don't come with you how?" ghibran asked, combing his hair.

"Well, I'm, no problem, anyway" Azizah pulled up the zipper of the suitcase, then stepped over to close the door of the closet that had been open ever since.

"But, umi must be nanyain, not to mention the neighbors. Where's husband? If I only came alone," continued Azizah again sitting on the edge of the bed which was a little far from where Ghibran stood.

"Aren't you going to stay here, Zah? Are you uncomfortable living here?"

The question from Ghibran left Azizah slightly stunned. Not that she didn't want to continue living in her in-laws' house. But, um there just stay alone. Azizah was very lucky, having in-laws as good as Aminah and Haryo. Moreover, the mother-in-law, so loved her like her own daughter. Who wouldn't feel at home living one roof with excellent in-laws.

"I'm comfortable, very comfortable living here. But, umi was there alone, no one accompanied. I can't bear to, if I have to let umi live alone."

"Umi you can stay here Zah, with us and also umiku and abi." Azizah turned to Ghibran.

"You're right, but Umi won't. Yasudah, if you don't allow us to stay there, it's okay. I will accept your decision" Azizah said bowed in a sad tone.

"Why?" ask Ghibran confused.

"Because you are my husband. Although, from the beginning we had agreed to stay at my house. But, if you don't want to I'll get fucked. You are my husband now, so whatever I will do must be with your permission" Azizah explained.

"No Azizah, if I behave like that, it means I have broken dong's promise. I was just kidding."

"You're well, the nyebelinya not abis-abis. I thought you were converted" said Azizah. However, suddenly Ghibran immediately pulled Azizah's hand. Azizah stopped from her steps.

"What's wrong?" asked Azizah.

"Where are you going?" ghibran asked back.

"To the bathroom," Azizah replied quickly.

"Why what?"

"You eat, you take a bath." Azizah turned around again, Ghibran just fell silent a little chuckled, I don't know what he was laughing at. "Kirain, there's an. You weird guy!" said Azizah slowly as she stepped towards the bathroom.

"I heard well, don't talk about handsome people."

Azizah stopped right in front of the bathroom door, then turned for a moment to Ghibran who was busy tidying up.

"Basic weird guy!" as Azizah was upset, she went into the bathroom.

Azizah went down one by one the steps, the mother-in-law was waiting for her downstairs. While Ghibran was entering items to be taken to the house of Azizah assisted by the driver and the abi.

Aminah throws a smile at the arrival of the son-in-law. Although the sad look can still be captured from the face of his mother-in-law.

"Sir." Aminah hugged Azizah when she was in front of her.

"Yes umi."

"Sir, fine there well. Do not forget to come here often," said Aminah release her embrace.

"Yeah, insyaallah. Umi is also well here, sorry because Azizah can not accompany umi here."

"Dear, it's okay, umi understood. Although, actually Umi does not want you to leave this house. Because, honestly from the past Umi really wanted a daughter. Thank God, Imi already has it." Aminah smiled as she gently stroked Azizah's cheek. Azizah smiled, felt moved and then kissed the hand of the mother-in-law.

"Thank you, Azizah dear umi."

"Mommy loves you too, son."

"Thank you, because Umi has been so good as long as Azizah is here. Azizah was so lucky to have a mother-in-law as good as umi." Azizah clasped Aminah's hand, Aminah just smiled.

"Duh, who wants to split up, really mellow. Galau, hell." It was the voice of Haryo who had just entered her house with Ghibran. Azizah and Aminah turned to the source of the voice.

"What, abi this is. In fact, he mocked," protested Aminah, a little embarrassed.

"Everything is in the car. We are leaving" Ghibran said.

"Hmm, you're leaving soon, you'll be overnight" Haryo suggested.

"Yes bi. Yaudah, Ghibran says goodbye, yeah." Ghibran kissed Haryo's hand.

"Be careful, bring the car don't speed it up." Haryo gave a suggestion while patting Ghibran's shoulder gently. "Take good care of Abi's son-in-law."

"You are well there, take care of your wife and mother-in-law" said Aminah as Ghibran kissed her hand.

"Yes mi."

"Mi, bi Azizah said yes." Azizah kissed Haryo and Aminah's hands in turn.

"Yes, be careful. Same old greetings."

"Sign bi, Assalamualaikum."

"Getishalight."

Azizah and Ghibran got into the car and drove away. Throughout the trip there was no chatter whatsoever that accompanied them. The ghibran was busy driving and Azizah chose instead to sleep in the backseat. Perhaps exhausted, and also the distance of the house of Ghibran to the house of Azizah a little far.