Halal Me With Your Parent's Ridho

77.Mine

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" Nseo ...... " Call the middle-aged woman, accompanied by a soft clap in the girl's hand.

While the girl was just squirming her body, she seemed reluctant to wake up from her sleep. The two women who were beside Dari just looked at each other.

" Mom, Ma'am, "She said slowly.

" hhhhhhhhhhhhh ....... "

In the end the girl opened her eyes, she was still trying to find her consciousness that seemed to still blink. Then after feeling his consciousness was full he sat up from his sleep. He was a little surprised when he found that Bu Tini and Wardah were looking at him with unusual expressions.

" Buk, what's wrong ? "

" Ehmz, until it's sleep nduk ngak wake - wake up. Isya prayer has not been ? "

" Athaghfirullah, what time is it ? "

" It's ten o'clock in the night. "

Dance immediately got up from her seat, then stepped towards the bathroom. He immediately held out his alphabet to perform his duties. While Wardah and Bu Tini did not move from their original place, waiting for the girl to finish.

Dari was astonished when the two people looked at her with another look. After returning to his place he walked towards the two of them.

" Buk, Dah what does it seem like there is a ..... ? "

Before he could finish his question, Bu Tini had cut his words.

" Nduk, please accompany Mas Rizki with Wardah home. "

" What's wrong with Dah ? "

" Anu Mbak, there is an important thing that requires me to go home. Please accompany me, there is no way I can go home with just Mas Rizki. " Wardah seemed to convince Tari with the lie she was making.

" Come on, until it's ready - ready. "

" Anggeh Buk. "

Without asking what really happened, Tari immediately memanti his home game with his real gamis put some items that felt needed to be brought into the sling bag. While Wardah and Rizki had been preparing from earlier waiting for him downstairs.

" So long ago what was the same reason for Dance. "

" I reasoned to accompany us, there are interests that we must take care of. "

" Okay, I think that's the right reason. We're going straight to the hospital. "

Not long Dance came down from the stairs, then they said goodbye to Bu Tini. The car they were riding on cut through a fairly quiet night road to the city of Malang.

Wardah sat next to Rizki who was driving, while Tari sat in the back. The girl had fallen asleep again while hugging her sling bag.

📞 Where have you been ?

📞 Soon in town

📞 Yes already, heart - heart

📞 How is it doing ?

📞 The situation continues to decline, but hopefully nothing happens.

📞 Yes I have continued the journey first.

The car arrived at a hospital parking lot, Wardah immediately woke up Tari who was sitting in the back seat.

" Our mother has arrived ? "

" Ehh....... Has it arrived yet ? "

" Yes let's go down. "

Dancing right out of the car, she was a little surprised when they were in the parking lot of a hospital. But he didn't ask why they were here. Wardah immediately led him into the building down the hospital corridor into a room.

He began to be aware of the circumstances around, and instantly the shadow of his father's face filled his mind. His mind could no longer focus, even his steps seemed light. Wardah who knew about it immediately embraced his little shoulder. While Rizki opened the door slowly, how surprised she was when she found her mother in the room.

The middle-aged woman immediately grabbed the small body that started to tremble into her arms. The hug was accompanied by a cry from his mother while stroking his back slowly. He tried to convince himself that everything was fine.

" buh ......... "

His gaze turned to the curtains covering the patient's bed, which happened to be opened by someone from inside. And the face of the father was on the bed. Suddenly he let go of his mother's embrace, a little run up to the bed.

The crystal clear granules had already broken down just like that, filling the girl's face. The wrinkled hand then kissed her, trying to channel the desire in her chest.

" Thank ....... "

" Buk, Dad why ? Forgive Ijah. "

" Patient, who are we are being tested. "

That was all the middle-aged woman could convey, her chest was too tight if she had to say many things. Seeing her husband's current state really made her lose her strength. But seeing the princess became an encouragement to him in order to be stronger in the face of this ordeal.

The clang of clocks and life support tools, they seemed to race in racing in voicing their voices. And the chanting of the holy verse from the lips of the girl seemed to mediate for the two. The middle-aged woman came over to her daughter, gently rubbing her daughter's small shoulder.

" Nduk rest for a while, let Ibuk take care of Dad. "

" What time is Buk now ? "

" It's still 03:00. "

He immediately closed the mufrod in his hand, then looked at the face of his father who looked like a sleeping man.

" Well, Tari stayed for a while. "

Then she stood up from her seat, walked towards the bathroom to purify herself. After coming out of the bathroom she was a little surprised when she saw the room her father occupied. A VIP treatment room visible from the facilities in it.

But his focus is back on what he wants to do now. Immediately he took his sling bag which turned out to be on the sofa, next to a doreng patterned backpack. Not taking a headache about it, he immediately took the mucus that was in it.

He held his prayer rug, and then he drowned himself on it. Complain to the owner of life, about all the things he has now experienced.

O God, there is no God but You nothing that can walk without Your will. Make all of this a reminder to the servant and a means of committing sin for the servant's father. O God, You are the best medicine that is upon the world and its fill. Give wisdom and patience to the servant, and give healing to the servant's father. Lift all the diseases that he feels today replace with the pleasure of physical and spiritual health. Give way to the difficulties we feel today ............. And, recite him in the state of Khusnul khatimah. Amians ...........

The girl kept going, struggling with her alphabet the thing that could calm her heart and mind for now. Without him noticing there was a figure watching him from the window that happened to be his curtain was opening. A faint smile curved across that sturdy trading face as it stared at the girl he was watching.

" It's over there soon until you meet, don't stare at it like this. It's like a thief like this. "

" Not yet, the time is not right. "

" Why, he's halal for the sakean. "

" It is impossible to arrive - to tell the truth, at least I have to wait for Dad to improve. "

The man moved away from the window, and sat on a bench not far from him. He picked up a pack of cigarettes in his pants pocket. Then he picked it up and turned it on.

" Doctor is smoking to San ? "

" Well, is there a rule that a doctor should not smoke ? Lanang ora smoking less Ki. " The answer is accompanied by a smile that is his.

" Who said, the proof that I don't smoke still doesn't reduce my fondness. "

" Ra connect. "

One day went through yes with many new things, even he still does not believe in the important decision he just took. Is it really like this the path chosen for him, or is it his destiny that must be like this.

In the face of the prayer beads that he always wears in his right hand, a curved smile appears on his face. Let destiny play with him at this time, but the partisanship of destiny upon him cannot be denied.

" San, I have to go back to Kediri. "

" Why not make it in the morning, it's still early morning. "

" I'm sorry there's a job waiting for me, sorry I couldn't stay with you any longer. "

" I should be apologizing the same way, because it's been a hassle by the way. "

" It's okay, may your in-laws get well soon. I'm staying first. Assalamualaikum says. "

" Thank you, Walaikumsalam. "

The man scrunched up the butts of cigarettes that had been used up in his sip. Then he took another stick and turned it on, trying to repel the sleepiness that had begun to attack him.

While in the room Dari had finished her prayer, she folded her mukena and put it into her Sling bag. Back sitting on the edge of his father's bed, watching the middle-aged man's face closely.

Before long, the closed eyes began to blink - erjap then opened slowly. Dari and her mother looked at each other knowing that, while the middle-aged man seemed to smile at the two women.

" Why, how do you see Dad like that ? " She asked in a hoarse voice.

" Well, don't be forced to talk first. "

" Dad is okay - is Buk, is it samean kok already here nduk ? "

" Enggeh Yah, forgive Ijah Yah can not accompany Dad. "the crystal crystal clear has been broken without being able to hold it again.

" Lah Ojo nangis. Dad's fine, don't cry. "

" Nduk called the nurse so he could see your father's condition. "

Dance immediately walked out of the room, without paying attention to the person sitting on the bench in front of the door. The focus is just to find the presence of a nurse or a guard doctor, to immediately check on his father. He realized that there was something wrong with him,

He was shocked when he had not yet put on his hood, and hurried out to find his conscious father. Without wearing back his veil after removing it when going to pray last night. He turned his body and walked back to his father's room.

Bbrruuukkk .........

His body staggered as he smashed into the sturdy figure that was in front of him, his body falling backwards. But before his body could touch the floor, a burly hand pulled his waist. So that he was in the arms of that sturdy body, and the smell of sandalwood instantly filled his sense of smell. Making a strange noise that arrives - arrives.

Moreover, this pounding of his heart, he could no longer control it might even be heard clearly by the person who was now hugging him.

" I don't want mine to be seen by anyone else. " Say the man, closing the girl's fist with his turban, with a smile on his face.

Connect .............