Hanifa For Devan

Keep the Promise

The melodious chant of the Surah Quran is still heard in the white room. After feeling enough, he also invited the lying figure to speak with a few sentences in hope, the man who was sound asleep opened his eyelids slightly and greeted him with good morning. But it was all just the pseudo-dream of a Hanifa.

Today is his thirteenth day Devan is still asleep in his coma. The man was so beautiful in his sleep. Sleep that Hanifa did not know as beautiful as what her dream there was to make the man in front of her was not willing to open her eyes until now.

However, Hanifa did not stop accompanying at all times. Occasionally rub the face of the husband with warm water to keep it clean. In fact, it is not uncommon for Hanifa to tell some stories of the prophet's companions to Devan. Sometimes with some of his life stories.

Although only medical devices attached to some parts of Devan's body heard the story, but Hanifa believes slowly Hanifa's voice can be heard by the man. And Hanifa hoped, Devan would wake up soon and see her.

The bandage that was still beautifully wrapped around her head had just been replaced with a new one. The room is still quiet. Doctor Arif hasn't come yet, neither has Jihan. Hanifa's eyes felt heavy. To relieve the drowsiness in her eyes, Hanifa went to the bathroom to fetch some ablution water, after which she returned to her original place.

“Van, no matter how beautiful your dream is there, I hope you open your eyes. Just moment. I-" Hanifa lowered her head, hanging up her sentence. Then take Devan's hand free from the infusion.

“I miss you when you get mad at me, Van."

Hanifa smiled bitterly. Not wanting to hope for more, he chose to drop his head on Devan's hand. Drowsiness that had crept in his eyes, managed to make him fall asleep.

When his eyes had fallen asleep, one by one the fingers he was holding moved, albeit with a very weak movement. Slowly, the owner of the lashes opened his eyes. The blue iris moved, sweeping across the entire room. His movements stopped when he saw a woman sitting next to his bed.

The still weak hand was raised upwards, stopping just above Hanifa's head. Then stroked the head that was covered with the hijab several times.

Hanifa who felt that something was moving above her head woke up. With his vision still blurry, his eyes saw the man in front of him smiling. Hanifa rubbed her eyes, confirming whether this was a dream or not.

"O Allah, why does this have to happen in the dream of the servant?" he murmured in the heart. His eyes were still staring at the man in front of him. His heart was very hopeful, in reality all of this would happen.

“Han ... nif .. aa," call the man in a soft and weak voice.

Hearing the call, Hanifa immediately pinched herself. "Aw!" his screeches. And finally Hanifa realized, all this is not a dream.

“Devan? You?"

The so-called one only reviews smiles. To make sure all of this was not a dream, Hanifa's hand slowly touched Devan's cheek.

“You're up, Van?"

Devan did not answer with a voice, but rather the movement of his hand holding Hanifa's hand. Suddenly, her tears were spilled. This time it was not tears of sadness, but tears of happiness.

“Awhile, yes. I'll call the doctor first." Hanifa immediately ran out.

A few seconds later, he was back with a doctor and a nurse. While Devan is being examined, Hanifa immediately calls Jihan and her family.

“Alhamdulillah, his condition has improved a little. But at this time the patient should not move too much, because the condition is still very weak. Tomorrow we'll move the patient to the inpatient room."

Hanifa nodded. “Good, Doc."

After the examination was completed, the doctor then injected some liquid into Devan's infusion that Hanifa knew was medicine.

“Then, we'll excuse you."

“Iya Doc, thank you very much."

“Sama-sama."

Just one minute away from the doctor, Jihan came. His expression was exactly the same as Hanifa's. “Devan, you finally woke up too. Brother is very worried about you."

Devan didn't speak, he just smiled. A smile that means thank you and says he is okay.

***

“Why do you see me like that?" ask Hanifa.

Twenty-four hours after awakening, Devan was transferred to the inpatient room where he was in the room before surgery.

Although his condition is still weak, but some medical devices that had covered almost his entire body have been removed. Now only the remaining infusion and breathing apparatus are still attached to his hands and face.

“Fa," call him.

“Yes. You need anything?" Devan shakes. “Then?"

“I have kept my promise," he said.

Hanifa smiled and nodded. "Yes, I know. Now you take a break, yes" he asked and immediately got a nod from him.

Just about to turn around and get out of place, Devan's hand first prevented it.

“Please read the surah that you often read before I wake up," pinta Devan.

Hanifa nodded. Because the surah has been memorized, so he does not need to go to the bathroom to take ablution. It did not take long, Hanifa had chanted some verses from Surah Ar-Rahman which became her favorite surah.

Five minutes later, the surah had finished reading Hanifa. His smile expanded to see Devan who was already asleep. Although his eyes were closed, his hands were still attached to Hanifa's.

“Assalamualaikum," said Dr. Arif.

“Waalaikumussalam. Father."

His footsteps drew closer to the two of them. "How are you doing, son?"

“Alhamdulillah has improved, Yah.”

“Thank God."

“Dad when is it coming?"

“No papa Yah.”

Looking at the scene in front of him, doctor Arif smiled. “Her cup Devan misses you dear. To the point that he won't let you go anywhere" she said.

“Ifa was grateful Well, he was awake. God is so good, He's already helped Devan through his critical period."

Doctor Arif nodded with a smile. "Oh yeah, I just remembered. Someone's out there to see you, son."

Hanifa raised her eyebrows. "Who, Dad?"

“Lifting you saw gih."

Hanifa nodded. I'm out first, Dad. Ifa tipped Devan, yeah."

“Yes, you're a flip-flop, yes. How will Devannya be?"

The girl nodded quickly. After removing Devan's hand, Hanifa immediately came out. As soon as he arrived at the door, his eyes were busy looking for the figure his father had said.

“Who would like to see me, huh?" Hanifa asked herself.

“I want to see you," said someone from the side.

Hanifa instantly turned her body.

“Assalamualaikum, Hanifa."

“Waalaikumussalam," he answered still staring at the man in front of him. “Kak Wafi?"

The one called just smiled.

“It's me. Can I talk to you for a second?"

Hanifa nodded. He immediately followed Wafi walking to a long bench, a few meters away from the VIP room.

“What do you want sister Wafi to talk about?"

Wafi remained silent for a while, then lowered his head. “I just want to see you. It seems, I miss you, Fa," she said smilingly.

“I'm sorry, Brother. But I've been-"

“Iya, I know. You're married, to Devan. The man who kept you from answering my proposal until now."

“Not so, Brother, but-"

“But you were forced, right?"

Hanifa took her breath in.

“There has never been any coercion in marriage, Brother. I'm sincere about all this. Maybe this is the destiny God has laid out. As a human being and a servant, we must accept whatever has been outlined in life, good or otherwise."

Wafi nodded slowly.

“But we must remember, as human beings we have a chance to change that destiny."

“Meanway?"

“Did I not have a chance to be a part of your destiny, Fa?"

“Hah?"

***

The afternoon wind was a little hot. In addition to the unfriendly weather, his mood also resulted in the AC above his head felt dysfunctional.

It had been five minutes Hanifa was sitting outside. After performing the Ashar prayer, he immediately returned. But when he got to the front door, his body chose to sit outside. The conversation with the man had made his mind slightly disturbed. His memory again twisted the words that Wafi said earlier.

Flashback ...

“Did I not have a chance to be a part of your destiny Fa?"

The question that came out from the man beside her was successful in making her think. “Sorry, Brother. I promised myself to honor who my husband was. Whatever the circumstances. Before God changes my destiny into what it is, I will still hold on to my present position."

“Although your own husband does not love you? Or not even care about you?"

To this question, Hanifa was silent. He doesn't know what to answer. “Alright Fa, if that is your decision. May your marriage be happy, yes."

“I'm sorry, Brother."

Wafi smiled hearing that. "You don't have to apologize. Like you said, we must accept what God has outlined. And like you, I will not change my feelings until God changes them. Assalamualaikum."

“Waalaikumussalam," he answered looking at the back that was disappearing. Hanifa let out a long breath.

Flashback off

"I believe in Your choice, O God. But, what if Devan really doesn't care about me?" Hanifa muttered softly.

***