Hanifa For Devan

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"Shadaqallahulazimhave…"

Devan closed his little mushaf when he saw someone enter. It has been the umpteenth of the day since waking up from his critical period, little by little his condition improved.

His smile expanded as he looked at the figure walking towards him, but slowly disappeared upon seeing the look of sadness on that face. Although not a fortune teller, at least Devan knows what others are feeling through his eyes.

“Newback? Where's it?"

All I asked was smile. “Yes, out of the mosque," replied Hanifa sitting herself beside Devan.

“Who did you meet?" devan asked suddenly, it made Hanifa shut up.

“Fa?"

“Hah? Huh yeah?"

“You daydream, huh?"

“Nno really."

“Terus why was shocked earlier? After meeting who, hmm?”

“If I say, ntar you are angry.

Hearing that made Devan smile again. “If the newly healed person can't be angry yet, Fa," he replied casually.

“Last I was, who did you meet? Important guy?"

“Not so important."

“Yes who's it, Hanifa?"

“Tadi, I met Brother Wafi."

Hearing the name, Devan did not respond and chose silence. It made Hanifa feel guilty.

“Tu is diem. Nyesel, I'll tell you," upset Hanifa.

“You sulking?" ask Devan.

“Ngak."

“The angry one should be me, how come you're the one who craves?"

“But it said it wouldn't get angry."

Devan folded his hands, then leaned his head against the wall. “There was no intention of anger, but ngedenger my wife met her former fiance, it feels ..." Devan did not continue his words.

“Why?"

“Gini. For example, yes you see I met my ex-boyfriend, continue to change how it feels?"

“No fun."

“That's it."

“Iya, sorry," said Hanifa lowered her head. "You jealous, Van?"

Devan raised his eyebrows. "Come," he answered briefly.

“Mmm, do you want to go for a walk?" tawang Hanifa tried to refresh the atmosphere.

“Where?"

Hearing that, Hanifa smiled. Thank God, Devan is no longer angry. Hanifa was grateful in her heart. Not wanting Devan's mood to disappear again, Hanifa immediately took a wheelchair and helped Devan sit on it.

Besides not being able to move too much, Hanifa also understood that Devan's legs are currently still not strong to walk, none other than because of his long coma.

“The old guys didn't breathe fresh air like gini," Devan said as they came close to the park.

“Then I brought you here, Van. Let you feel fresher."

“Pinter really bribes people," said Devan smiling.

"I don't want to bribe, Van, but I want to make up for my mistake earlier."

For a while both were silent. Busy with their own minds. The air at the time was very fresh. So fresh, Devan's hair that slightly decomposes forward made to move.

“Btw, the Wafi says what are you?"

“So he's just saying something."

Devan looks to be nodding. “You're sure it's just doang?"

Hanifa nodded. If you do not remember Devan's condition that has not recovered and the doctor's advice so that he does not have much thought, maybe Hanifa has said everything.

“How is college?" ask Devan again. Now his eyes were fixed on the woman beside him.

“I, come in next year."

“Why? Is it because of me?"

Hanifa immediately shook her head. Feeling guilty, Hanifa's hand reflexively held Devan's hand.

“Ngak. I purposely gapyear. Father's advice, let the preparation be more mature," he replied convincingly. “And so you can go to college with you too."

Hearing that, the corner of Devan's lips was attracted to form a beautiful arch.

“Oh yes, related to your question earlier, I once read a hadith. Prophet Muhammad SAW once said: There are three people whom Allah forbids to enter Heaven, namely khamr addicts, people who are disobedient to parents, and those who are, and a man who has no jealousy who approves of heinous matters to his family. (CHR. Ahmad2:69)."

"The meaning of this hadith about the meaning of Ad-dayyuts as mentioned in Al-Mujam Al wasith is the men who became leaders for his family and he had no jealousy and no shame."

Devan breathed a moment.

“A husband in question has no jealousy is to let his family interact without reminding. In this day and age, the forms are diverse. For example, letting your wife or daughter or other female members relate to men who are not mahrams, either directly or via cell phone and so on. Or give up a wife alone with a man who is not a mahram.

Hanifa who heard Devan's explanation from earlier was still silent, trying to permeate every sentence she said."

“I do not want to be a man and husband who is not recognized by the Prophet as his people. In the afterlife, I don't want the door of Heaven that I should have entered to be open to receive me. You get it, don't you, Hanifa?"

Hanifa nodded. Yeah, I get it. Sorry I am yes. I promise I won't repeat this again.

“Good."

“Yes already if that's it we're back, yuk. I think it would rain, "pinta Hanifa and immediately got a nod from her interlocutor.

“Your head is still sick?" ask Hanifa.

Devan nodded quickly. “Still, but not as sick as before. Most fitting just see the light of the new doang kasa," he replied.

“Kata dad did too, Van. Patients post-operative brain tumors with fluorescence are indeed a little sensitive to light, but it is not long. It's gonna heal."

“You sure?"

“Yakinu. By God's permission must be healed."

Devan covered his smile. "It can really make people excited. Thanks, yeah, Fa."

“You make?"

“Because it's always there."

With his hands still focused on pushing the wheelchair, Hanifa's head nodded slowly.

“It's not time you said that, Van. I don't even feel like I've done anything to you."

The words made Devan ask Hanifa to stop walking. This made Hanifa feel astonished.

“What's Van? Something wrong with what I just said? hanifa asked after sitting on the hospital bench facing the other side.

Devan immediately shook his head.

“Cause why stop? Your room is there."

Devan did not answer. His eyes were still looking at Hanifa, as if he wanted to say something through the look in his eyes.

"Devan?" hanifa asked a little worriedly.

Not answering either, Devan's hand went up and stopped right on Hanifa's right cheek. And again, Hanifa felt something in her heart.

“Whatever it is, I thank God for bringing you in my life. I hope youre the last woman in my destiny, my wife.”

In the middle of the scene that made Hanifa's heart work above average, someone was watching them with incredulous eyes. A woman with two plastics in her hands was silent on the spot when she saw Hanifa and Devan. The woman immediately approached him after making sure his eyes did not look wrong.

“What are you doing here?"

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