HALAL LOVER (Already Published )

Section 22

The handsome young man just silently stared at the woman who was behind him. Suddenly his heart felt different, like there was a feeling that troubled his heart. No, not because Azizah holds her belongings or knows she still keeps Aisyah's photos. However, when Azizah mentioned another man's name, suddenly Ghibran's heart felt so different, as if the young man did not like Fahmi.

Fahmi, well Fahmi was his friend back in college. But, why does Ghibran like to not like if Azizah mentioned the name of the young man. After all, he already knew if Azizah liked Fahmi. So, what is with the heart and the feelings?

Tok, tock, tock

Ghibran knocked on the door next to him that had opened earlier. Azizah who heard the knock on the door immediately turned to the source of the sound.

"You, how come back, why?" tanya Azizah who was standing still holding a book belonging to Ghibran.

"There is something missing, so I went back" Ghibran replied as he walked towards the cupboard. Azizah was silent with the book in her hand.

The young man picked up some documents in the special closet of books. In Azizah's room, there was a bookcase. Because the woman loved to read, so the closet was devoted to a place to store her novels and comics. But after marriage, it looks like she has to share a closet with her husband Ghibran.

"Here it is" said Ghibran, reaching for a document in the closet.

Ghibran steps towards the back door. But his steps stopped and turned to Azizah who was still standing. Ghibran sees Azizah from head to toe. Until his eyes stopped on a book held by the woman. Seen, confused look but there is a sense of worry on Azizah's face. Maybe he was afraid, the incident on campus was repeated. The ghibran was angry that the woman had taken his property without the owner's knowledge.

Azizah hurriedly put the book back into the suitcase, and she displayed her slightly clumsy smile.

"Why?" The ghibran slightly advanced his chin.

"Ha, no, it's okay" said Azizah clumsy, occasionally smiling faintly.

"I know, you're scared, aren't you?" Azizah just squinted her eyes.

"Fear, fear why?"

"Fear, the incident on campus used to happen again. Relax, it will never happen again. I respect you as my wife now and whatever I have is your right as well."

Ghibran's speech left the woman shocked and confused. Unusually, the young man behaved like that. There is something different about Ghibran today. Azizah was silent at the departure of Ghibran.

"What did Ghibran mean? He said whatever belongs to him is my right, too. What's that supposed?"

Azizah spoke for herself about the confusion and strangeness of Ghibran's attitude.

"In fact, that shitty guy didn't scold me. Didn't I do the same thing I did on campus. But why isn't he angry? In fact, in this book there is a photo of Aisyah." Azizah held the book after she had taken it back earlier.

"I should have, she's angry, right? Because, I think this is a personal thing. Ah, what a freak! What's wrong with her? Is he starting to accept my presence in his life? No, no, not Azizah's spiciness. Don't baper, you fool."

***

"I know Azizah, right now we don't have that feeling. But, now you are my wife and you deserve my life. I appreciate you as a wife."

Ghibran spoke to himself as he walked towards his car. After getting into the car, the young man drove at high speed. I don't know where he's going and what business there is until a holiday like this Ghibran goes.

Ghibran drives his car very fast. Even his thoughts that kept on remembering Aisyah made him unable to control his car. His head suddenly felt so painful, he held tightly to his head withstanding the pain.

"Why does my head suddenly hurt? Ah, what's up."

The car driven by the Ghibran began to drift and was not controlled. Until in a different direction, it looks like a car will pass. However, Ghibran could not control his car anymore. Eventually the young man slammed the steering wheel and the Ghibran car crashed into a large tree. The ghibran bounced forward and hit its head on the driver's steering wheel.

Smoke came out of the Ghibran car, slowly the fire began to be seen there. The atmosphere was quiet, not a single person was passing by. Ghibran was still in the car, unconscious. Suddenly a woman would pass by and look at the Ghibran. The woman was stunned to see the scene before her. As the fire grew, Ghibran had to be quickly removed from the car.

"Astagfirullahaladzim." The woman covered her mouth with both hands and ran towards the car.

No matter the growing fire, the woman kept trying to open the car door. Seen from the outside, Ghibran still fainted inside the car. The woman looked inwardly trying to open the locked car door.

"Hold on, I'll help you" she cried, then ran to get a stone there. Then, he hit the car glass with the stone until it finally broke.

"Alhamdulillah" said the woman. Then try to open the car door.

It didn't take long, the woman managed to open the car door. Then try to get rid of Ghibran who is still unconscious. Seeing the growing flames the woman pulled the Ghibran's body to a place a little far from where the car was. Until finally, there was a strong eruption. The Ghibran car exploded, and was charred in flames.

Luckily, the young man survived because of the woman.

The woman turned the body of Ghibran who was lying on his stomach. A surprised look from the woman's face. His eyes began to glaze over at the state of the Ghibran.

"Ghibran," said the woman shut her mouth, feeling shocked.

"O Allah Ghibran, what has happened?"

Slowly Ghibran's eyes began to open, he vaguely saw the woman nearby. Not so clear, but he can recognize the figure of the woman.

"A— aai— iss— shah," said Ghibran stammered and returned unconscious.

***

Azizah is making sweet tea for uminya in the kitchen. Suddenly his phone rang. Plastered on the screen of his cell phone the name Ghibran. Well, Ghibran called. Azizah felt a little strange, because it was not usual for the young man to call her.

"Ghibran, what's he calling me? Very flat, not usually." Azizah also pressed the green button on her phone screen.

"Hallo, Assalamualaikum, what's wrong?" Azizah.

"Getishalight." Sounded from behind the cell phone the voice of a man. However, it was not the voice of Ghibran, Azizah knew that. The woman was silent because she was surprised.

"Hallo ma'am, I'm sorry what's this with Mas Ghibran's family?"

"Yes sir, right. I'm his wife, what's wrong sir?"

"Look, my husband had an accident earlier."

"Astagfirullahaladzim." Azizah was shocked and the cup of tea she was holding fell down. Fatimah heard the sound of shards from the cup and immediately looked at her daughter.

"Bak, mbak, hello." People across there were heard calling Azizah, because Azizah was silent for a moment.

"Yes hello sir, has my husband been taken to the hospital?" Worry began to envelop Azizah.

"It's gone, now Mas Ghibran is in the hospital Pelita kasih."

"Yes sir, I'll be there soon. Thank you sir."

Azizah hung up the phone, tears unwittingly wetting her face. Fatimah who saw something bad on Azizah immediately approached.

"What's up nduk?" fatimah asked confused and worried.

"Ghibran my accident," Azizah replied limply looking straight ahead.

Somehow, why his feelings are so afraid— is afraid of happening to Ghibran. He did not love that young man.

"O Allah, astagfirullahaladzim. We need to get there, son, come on."

"Yes mi."

"You need to calm down, baby, be patient, boy. Has your in-laws been notified?" Azizah just shook her head to answer the question from the umi. "Just let Umi inform you later. Now we better get to the hospital."

Azizah just nodded slowly, walking with the Umi towards the hospital. Elsewhere, a woman was with a man who called Azizah in the hospital.

"Thank you sir" said the woman, thanking the man nearby who gave her a cell phone. Then the man left.

"I can't hear your voice, Zah, I'm sorry. O Allah, may Ghibran be well."

The woman looked towards the front and saw Azizah also uminya walk into the hospital, rush the long hijab woman went from that place a little run after seeing the arrival of Azizah.

Now, the young man in white is being handled by medics in a room. Azizah and uminya were waiting outside with worry. The ghibran in the room was unconscious with a medical aid attached to his body.

A doctor and several nurses were struggling to take care and do their duties, seeing the young man's current condition was really severe. I don't know if the miracle will be on Ghibran's side or not.

Azizah kept walking back and forth to here and there. Anxiety and worry felt by the hijab woman. This was the first time he felt such a great fear of the Ghibran.

"O Allah, may Ghibran be okay, protect him, O Allah," said Azizah fearfully.

"Prophe, calm down. Your husband will be fine. Trust the doctor and leave everything to God's wrestling." Fatimah approached Azizah, touching her shoulder slowly. The middle-aged woman continued to try to calm her only puppet princess. Azizah just fell silent and stared at the uminya.

Meanwhile Haryo and Aminah came in a hurry and anxiety. Moreover, Aminah, the middle-aged woman looked very shocked when she heard bad news about her son, Ghibran.

"How did this happen?" asked Aminah who looked upset.

"Eye." Azizah turned to her mother-in-law. "I'm sorry Azizah umi, Zizah can't keep Ghibran well."

"No son, it's not your fault, it's been a disaster." Aminah immediately pulled Azizah into her arms.

Azizah cried sobbing, sobbing Aminah. I don't know why the woman was so hit. Don't you think he doesn't love Ghibran?

"I'm sorry Azizah umi."

"No, baby, it's not your fault."

"It's nduk, that's calm. Ghibran will definitely be fine, abi knows very well abi's son is very strong, surely he can get through this all." Haryo looked calmer than the three women. Although his heart was also afraid and worried, but it should not be shown to them.

"Tow, sit down" said Fatimah to Azizah and Aminah. The two women complied, then sat in a waiting room chair, and Haryo also sat beside the wife.

"Sir, why is all this happening, son? Isn't it a holiday today" asked Aminah to Azizah after she let go of her arms to her daughter-in-law.

"Azizah doesn't know about it either, this morning Ghibran told me that if he had any business, so go out. And a few hours later after Ghibran's departure, there's a call that Ghibran was in an accident." Azizah bowed sadly, the umi tried to calm her down, gently stroking the woman's back.

"Yes Allah Ghibran, son of Umi," cried Aminah sad.

A doctor came out of the room. Azizah and Umi and her two in-laws stood up directly to the doctor.

"How's my son doing, Doc?" ask Haryo.

"Alhamdulillah, the son of the father has passed his critical period and is now fine" replied the Doctor, smiling.

"Alhamdulillah." All were grateful to hear the words of the Doctor.

"But there is bad news that I have to tell my father and mother about the condition of my son." The doctor looked serious, trying to fix the location of the glasses he was wearing.

"Bad news, what's the bad news Doc? Tell us," Azizah asked curiously and worriedly. The Doctor glanced at Azizah for a moment and looked back at Haryo.

"Look, sir, buk. Because the impact that hit the head of the son of the father is quite hard. Making half of his memory disappear, the father's son will only remember the events of the past."

"So, you mean Doctor, my son's lost his memory?" aminah asked sadly. The doctor nodded slowly.

"Yes, but only half. He only remembers what happened in his past. More specifically, later I will give information about his health. Excuse me." The doctor left them.

"O Allah Ghibran, my son. Our son bi, our son." Aminah looks very shocked, tears can no longer be dammed by her. Haryo tried to calm the wife, hugging her tightly.

Azizah, what about that woman? He was also very hard hit by hearing it. Although the woman did not love Ghibran, they have now become a couple. Azizah ran away from the place.

"Azizah" called Fatimah, but Azizah ignored her. He kept running with sobs.

Meanwhile, the woman who saved Ghibran was sitting on the edge of her bed. Still thinking about the young man's situation. The woman stared straight, looking out the window. Dark, silent, one star not visible. It was as if the universe was also hurt.

"Ghibran, why is it all happening to you. Hope you're okay. O Allah, may Ghibran not suffer serious injuries. Poor Azizah, right now she must be very hard hit and sad. As a friend, I should be with him now. I'm sorry Azizah, I'm sorry." Tears were already wetting both of his cheeks. No longer powerful, resisting the sadness felt.

Azizah was in the bathroom. Feeling the deep sadness. The liquid was increasingly flowing from both of his eyelids.

"Oh my God, why is this all happening to him. I know, I don't love him but he's my husband anyway. Why, did you take half of his memory? Is this your way that he can forget Aisha? And, and she also definitely won't remember me nor our marriage. What you have planned for my life, O God. First, you separated me from my loved ones and now, you're making my husband lose his memory. Why, what for?"

Azizah cried and dropped her body on the floor. I don't know, why he could feel hit so hard.does he start loving Ghibran?

"Wait a minute." Azizah wiped her tears with her hands. "Why can I be this sad, don't I not love him?" Then stand up again.

"You're starting to love her, Azizah." Hearing someone's voice, Azizah immediately turned to look for the source of the voice. He looks like he is wearing a white robe.

"Here you go, leave him Azizah. It's time. Why do you hang out with people you don't love." Another voice sounded, Azizah turned back. He looks like he is wearing a black robe.

"No Azizah, that's not true. Stay with him, accompany him." The white mute figure spoke.

"Leave it, Azizah, leave it." The black mute figure also spoke. Azizah turned her head over here, confused.

"Don't Azizah."

"Leave Azizah."

"Don't Azizah."

"Leave Azizah."

Azizah looked at the two figures in turn. The woman began to get dizzy, and could not control herself to see the two figures.

"Diaaaaam!" azizah shouted, closing her ears and closing her eyes.

Slowly, Azizah opened her eyes and the two figures were no longer visible there. His breath was hunting, sounding exhausted.

"Sir, are you okay, son?" There was the sound of Fatimah knocking on the door from outside. Azizah just looked at the door, not opening it.

* * *

The accident that hit Ghibran, making the young man lost his memory half. He only remembers the events in his past or the events that have passed. In medical science, it is called anterograde amnesia. And regarding his marriage to Azizah, of course the young man would not remember it.

Now, Ghibran is still lying weakly on the bed, still unconscious after the doctor handled it a few hours ago. Because the state of the Ghibran yamg is not fully stable, it has not been allowed to enter the room.

Azizah was still in the bathroom, staring fixedly at the door. Fatimah's voice was still heard outside continuously calling the Princess just wayangnya. Every mother will certainly feel the sadness felt by her child, as well as Fatimah.

"Sir, open son, come out baby. Are you all right?"

Slowly Azizah opened the bathroom door, bowed with eyes that already looked very damp. Fatimah immediately hugged Azizah, the woman again sobbed in the arms of the umi.

"Patience son, patience darling, this is a trial. You must be strong." Fatimah continued to calm Azizah, stroking her back gently.

"This, this is all Azizah mi's fault," said Azizah, growing sobbing.

Again, the woman felt guilty. After, I used to feel guilty for my best friend and now for my husband. The wound came back to Azizah. All the pain is getting stronger.

"No son, it's fate." Fatimah let go of her embrace, then wiped away the tears on her daughter's face. "Of course, don't cry. You have to be strong, you have to look tough in front of your husband. Don't come, your husband will be sad too."

Fatimah kept Azizah calm while giving advice to the child. Although he knew, his daughter was devastated but Azizah had to look strong for the recovery of Ghibran. That's what Fatimah said. Azizah just stared at the late earth and then hugged Fatimah again.

"Look, look at your husband, nduk," Fatimah asked as she let go of her embrace, Azizah just nodded slowly. Then they both left the place.

Haryo and Aminah were still sitting in the waiting room. Aminah was devastated by the reality that had to befall her son. The middle-aged woman continued to cry from earlier. Haryo simply calmed his wife down, embracing Aminah affectionately.

Azizah and the Umi came to them both. Azizah approached the umi-in-law. Sitting beside Aminah, her mother-in-law turned her head and immediately embraced the daughter-in-law and grew increasingly sobbing in her cries.

"Ghibran nduk, Ghibran."

"Yes mi, patient mi, this is a trial from God. We must be strong" said Azizah trying to calm her mother-in-law. Haryo and Fatimah only saw pity on the two of them.

"Come in, son, meet your husband, accompany him" Haryo said, staring at Azizah. Azizah immediately released her embrace from Aminah.

"Are you in, bi?" ask Azizah.

"May son, come in" replied Haryo calmly.

"Better, umi and abi are the first to enter. Aren't you two the main ones, because of Ghibran's parents."

"No son, you're Ghibran's wife now. You are more worthy of your husband."

"But, bi umi would have wanted to see the state of Ghibran now and not that a husband's paradise remains at his mother's feet."

"True son, but it's a different matter. Now that you are the wife of Umi's son, you are more entitled to her. Come in, son," said Aminah, touching Azizah's arm. The woman just stared at her father-in-law. Then, Azizah looked at Fatimah, as if she was asking for an opinion and Fatimah just nodded slowly while smiling. Azizah smiled.

"Well, Zizah will come in." Aminah smiled, Azizah got up and stepped towards the door.

Crick..

Slowly, the woman opened the door to Ghibran's room. Seen there, the handsome young man was still lying with the help of breathing apparatus and infusion stuck in his hand. Azizah was still reluctant to get close to Ghibran, the woman was just silent at the door to see the handsome young man's situation now.

With courage, Azizahpun stepped into the hospital room. The door closed slowly. The woman walked over and approached the Ghibran and sat down on a chair beside the Ghibran. Azizah continued to stare at the young man who had not yet regained consciousness from his stupor.

"Hey, shitty guy, wake up! Look, you, weak, ugly. Come awake! Are you afraid of me? Come wake. Basic suck!

Azizah continued to speak as if she was mocking Ghibran. However, his heart actually already felt tight. His voice sounded stammered as he said that sentence. Tears came out of the woman's eyes.

"Ghibran, get up, get up. Ayok jahili me again. Don't shut up like this, get up." Azizah laughed a little followed by her crying.

The woman held Ghibran's hand. The pain in his heart made him cry. Especially looking at the current state of Ghibran. Azizah felt more guilty.

"Wake up Ghibran, don't you love Ayesha? Come on get up, find Aisyah, get her back." Azizah hiccupped more and more, alone staring fixedly at her husband.

***

"O Allah, O my Lord, grant healing to the Ghibran. Remove the disease from his body. Heal my husband, God. Only to You do I ask for help, O God of all things. Rabbana attina fiidunya hasanah, waqiina adzabannar, Aamiin." Azizah gently rubbed her face, exhaling slowly.

A week later, Ghibran was hospitalized. However, the young man was not conscious. Due to heavy bleeding due to the impact on his very hard head, Ghibran fell into a coma. Azizah always prayed for the healing of Ghibran. Never stopping, continue to pray for the recovery of her husband. Like, that afternoon Azizah had finished betdo'a for the Ghibran.

"Sir, dear," called Aminah a little run over Azizah who was still sitting in the mosque. The woman turned to look at the arrival of her mother-in-law. Seen, Aminah's face sparkled happily. I hope there is good news, Azizah thought.

"Sir, your husband is conscious, son."

"Alhamdulillah."

Azizah immediately gave thanks and bowed in gratitude, her heart was very happy to hear the good news from her mother-in-law.

"Really, is that umi?" tanya Azizah Fitri still does not believe. Aminah just nodded with a smile. Seeing the response from his mother-in-law Azizah also smiled and immediately embraced Aminah.

However, she did not love the young man who is now her husband. But Azizah was very grateful and happy to hear the state of Ghibran. Did she love Ghibran but she didn't realize it?

"Thank you, I'm so happy to hear that."

"Yes son, Umi is also very happy and grateful. Finally the miracle for the son of Umi has been given by God. Come on, kid, meet your husband." Azizah simply nodded, and the two of them left the mosque.

Haryo was already inside the Ghibran's room. The young man also had a safar from his coma. Azizah and Aminah entered and approached the two men who were busy talking.

The eyes of the Ghibran were immediately fixed on Azizah, after the arrival of the two of them. Now, Azizah's face looks foreign to Ghibran. The young man kept looking at the woman. Azizah just threw a smile and bowed.

"Who is this woman, mi. Why did Umi come with him? What, I recognize this woman?" Questions came from the mouth of the Ghibran.

Deg.

Sick, hearing that made Azizah slightly injured. Sure enough, Ghibran did not recognize himself let alone his marriage. The young man only remembered his past. Perhaps only Aisha he remembered. Of course, because that woman is someone the Ghibran loves.

"She's your wife, son," said Aminah.

"Wife?" Ghibran repeated his ummah. He looked very surprised to hear the words from Aminah.

"Yes son, she is your wife" Haryo said. Ghibran looked at the azizah for a while, then looked back at his parents alternately.

"Is Ghibran married?" Ghibran asked again, as if dissatisfied with the first answer.

"Yes," replied Aminah.

"When mi, bi?" Ghibran sees alternately on umi as well as her ashes. Azizah was silent, there was no way she could talk, because Ghibran did not recognize her where the young man might believe her words.

"A few months ago, son," explained Aminah. "Umi and abi have betrothed you to abi's best friend's son. Well, this, this woman in front of you is your wife" Aminah explained.

"stupid? Wife, but why don't I remember a bit of mi? Argh," Ghibran held his head which began to hurt as it forced him to remember.

Everyone there looked worried and scared, and so did Azizah. The woman raised her face and immediately looked at the Ghibran who continued to grimace in pain.

"Why son, why are you?" tanya Aminah was worried.

"The head of Ghibran is sick mi, arh." Ghibran is in pain.

"Rest son, don't think much" Haryo said, helping the Ghibran to lie down.

Azizah just stared at Ghibran. Pain, worry, pity all those feelings become one. In the past, when first married the woman felt ordinary and did not even feel if she was married. But after that day it was very painful. Her own husband could not recognize her. Until when, it's all gonna happen?

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