Half of My Husband's life

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After dawn on the second morning.

Arafah's adorable body was moving around looking for something, his little legs were swinging around and there yet to find a buffer like the previous morning.

"Dad.." he turned around and grabbed a pillow on his left side.

What a sight that deepens the wound in the heart of a mother who has just become a widow. 'Suppose Mas Azzam still exists...'

"Dad." call Ara and then don't find what she's looking for.

"Fine." Hafizah immediately released the mucus and placed it in a hurry.

"Mother.." whining with his little mouth pulled down, can be sure soon he will cry.

"Want to play?" hafizah said with an increasingly painful heart, carrying the small body. Usually in the morning like this Azzam who carried him, while he was busy preparing breakfast for them. It was different this second morning.

'We won't find that warmth again.'

"Hek.hek....emmm..." Ara was still whining with her eyes getting wet, turning her head everywhere looking for her father's whereabouts.

Unsurprisingly, the warm tears came down again...

***

"Sir, what about the money? Is it better for Sister Fiza to make peace with them, even the driver of the car has not been aware until this heart." Ahmad asked to speak.

Fiza was silent for a moment, she knew Achmad was worried about her and Ara.

And it seems like Fiza's heart is still petrified if you remember the events that killed Azzam.

"Lusa I have to go back to the battalion. Of course the distance and the task made me unable to take care of Ara and Brother every time." he said again.

Of course Ahmad's intention is that if the money has been received, he is not worried about Ara's life anymore.

The story of Hafizah who was the son of a kiyai who were all memorizers of the Qur'an, made Azzam always privileged him. Although the money he can be fairly mediocre but for homework he always asked someone to do it on the grounds that his wife should not be too tired, he said, fear of memorized verses is removed slowly from memory. Azzam's words were always heard when Fiza refused to wear a housekeeper.

Given that, it makes him even more sincere about the departure of Azzam.

"I won't accept it" Hafizah said in the end.

"Son, should not men forgive one another. Allah is Forgiving."

"I've forgiven him, haven't I demanded anything to prove that I don't want to retaliate?" said Hafizah who could not lose if he had spoken about sincerity.

'yeah! It is sincere which one I am talking about, it is very difficult for me to understand that true sincerity is not not not not reciprocating.'

"Well, if you still don't want to accept it, then I can't force it. Every month I would send money to Arafah, as a living from Mas Azzam's family over his son, and I was his only guardian" Ahmad finally surrendered, and he is mature enough in understanding responsibility and obligation.

"Silver don't want to charge Ara to you, you yourself just work" said Hafizah felt Ahmad's shoulder was too young.

"The era of my responsibility Brother." he said then breathed a sigh of relief.

***

But the days that passed were not up to expectations. Either because of pent-up longing to his father, or indeed Hafizah is being tested. Two weeks after Azzam died, Ara became ill. The fever that never healed it made Fiza panic half dead, inevitably he took her to the hospital that night, lucky a neighbor willing to help.

"Dad.." said Arafah who was really getting thinner and thinner every day. Eat not good, sleep not so good. Maybe not comfortable with bolsters that can only be hugged, but can not reply.

"Darling... Ara." Fiza was really confused, how could Ara understand that her father was gone, she could only stroke and hug him.

"This is the recipe, ma'am, please make up in front." The doctor with glasses gave a paper that read some kind of medicine.

"Alright Doc" said Fiza after seeing Ara began to calm down, of course after the doctor injected sleeping pills in the infusion.

A good distance, a few rooms away and had to turn.

"Suster, I want to penetrate this medicine." gave the paper from the doctor.

"Nine hundred and forty-five thousand" said the nurse issued some drugs that had been wrapped in clear plastic.

"Yes." slightly nervous to hear the amount, forgetting to count the money in the wallet that Fiza herself was sure the amount was not up to that count.

And true. "Suster, my money is only six hundred thousand. Can I take this drug and later I'll pay it all off."

"Sorry ma'am, for medicine can't, this doesn't include any other hospital fees" the Sister politely replied.

"But Sister, I came in a hurry and forgot to bring money." Fiza was still trying, wanting the Sister to understand and give her medicine.

"Sorry Mom, I_"

"Let me pay for it."

Someone made him turn his head, the young man standing right beside Hafizah was busy taking the card out of his wallet.

"Ah, no Mas, I just forgot to bring money." Of course Hafizah refused, he did not know who the man was.

"It's okay, I'm also paying the hospital bill for my sister. All your bills." he explained, asking the Sister who then nodded in understanding.

"But Sister."

"Here, think of it as my apology for the accidental meeting last time" he said with a gentle smile.

"We?" Hafizah tried to remember.

"Yes, we met at the police station and we collided by accident" he said with a big smile.

"Oh, sorry. I should have apologized at the time. I remember, but I'm the one who didn't see the road."

"No problem. You were crying at the time" he said, looking at Hafizah's face.

Hafizah looked down because it was unusual to get the gaze of a foreign man other than her father and her husband Azzam.

"This sir, it's done." The nurse made him realize that he was now in debt to someone.

"Alright, thank you." the young man kept his black card again. And he left without saying anything.

"Mas, wait." Hafizah was chasing him a little.

She's looking. "Yes." Yeah."

"I must return your money" said Hafizah, not hesitating, this time he himself looked at the man's face.

"That's not necessary" he said smiling very thinly.

"No, I'm in debt and I have to pay." Of course he didn't give up. "How many cell phone numbers are you?" Hafizah was ready with a phone lit in his hand.

"A..." He looks doubtful.

"I beg you, I don't want to owe anyone anything" Hafizah said.

"All right." The man smiled widely, grabbed the phone in his pants pocket, and showed it a big screen.

"Thank you, your number is good" said Hafizah, smiling slightly.

"Of course." he was kind of amazed by the smile that after some time was invisible.

"Thank you again, excuse me. Assalamualaikum."

"Yes" he answered, staring until Fiza moved away and turned her a little.

"Good start." murmured the man smiled many times.