Hanifa For Devan

He's the One Who's Sick

"Where's gue?" devan asked after a few hours he was unconscious. The last thing he remembers is he went to the library with Arjun, but his friend went back to class, and was also a long-hijab student.

Devan looked around. His eyes only caught a man in white with a telescope hanging around his neck.

“You are in the hospital," replied the doctor who had known him for a long time.

“Doctor Arif?" devan asked still in disbelief.

The man smiled at her. “Devan, you have to rest a lot. Your condition has not recovered to participate in activities that will affect your health. You know that, right?"

Devan did not answer. He chose to turn his eyes so as not to look directly at the doctor who was like his father.

“Ya it is now you rest, yes. Excuse me first," said the man smiling kindly before leaving.

After the shadow of doctor Arif disappeared, Devan sighed heavily. His eyes swept back into the white room. He really hated this place.

“Arghhh! This is my hand why wrapped around like this again anyway?!" her scolding wanted to pull out the infusion in her hand and try to get up so she could get out of the room.

As it was about to move, its movement stopped when it saw a woman enter its room.

“Where are you going?" ask a woman who just came in. He immediately ran towards Devan who was trying to remove the infusion in his hand.

Devan ignored what the woman said and still tried to take off the winding in his hand that he was very unhappy with. The woman immediately grabbed Devan's arm, trying to stop his urge to remove the infusion

“Where are you going?" ask the woman again. Now, with a slightly elevated tone.

Devan turned to look at the woman. "Gue wants to go home. Why the hell are you here?” reply with a sharpened look, showing his dislike.

The woman was still holding hands with Devan firmly and stopped her desire to get out of this room house.

“Devan, you're still sick. You can't go anywhere before you make a full recovery" he warned.

“Do you care about me? Just take care of your fancy office, and don't take care of me!" snapped Devan.

Hearing that, the woman wearing the pashmina hijab let out a long breath. “Devan, sister cares about you. I don't want you to do anything."

Devan smiled cynically at the words of the woman who was none other than his own brother. "Since when did you care about your sister? Which brother would miss the son of his mother?"

“No reason to do that Van."

“What reason? Huh huh? Now I want to ask what is the reason? ANSWER ME!" Devan's voice is a little high.

Unable to open her voice, the woman's eyes were already wet with her tears.

“Arrggh!" Devan groaned while holding his head which was very painful.

The woman wiped her tears, and immediately held the body of the man she loved dearly. “Devan Devan, brother please. Please just beat up sister this time, please. Brother does not want you to do anything," he asked with a full plea.

Devan relented. He returned to lay his body weak. The woman immediately sat down next to Devan's gurney and held the hand of her beloved sister.

“Devan, sister knows you are angry with sister. But what you're doing is for our common good."

Devan threw his face away, as if he didn't want to hear anything from the woman nearby.

“Sister love you, Van. You are the only person in the world that my sister has. So brother please, you want to listen to brother this time."

“Okay, I'll be horrified this time. But you have to promise to tell me the reason you do it all, he replied this time with a sad look.

The woman breathed a sigh of relief. At least this way Devan's state will improve a little.

“Yes, sister promise."

“But I don't want to be cared for in this place, I want to go home. Ask again."

“Okay, we're going home. But you'll be sure what your doctor says, especially taking your medication regularly."

“Hm," the answer is short.

After taking care of the administrative costs and getting approval from the doctor Arif who will take care of Devan at his home, the woman whose full name is Jihanna Amelia Zufa was immediately brought his sister home.

When he got out of the hospital to the parking lot, he never let go of his handrails. Jihan held her sister's arm firmly so Devan's body wouldn't fall, as she was still very limp.

As soon as the parking lot, he immediately drove his car so that his sister could immediately rest.

Along the way, the two of them just kept quiet without any intention to start a conversation. From the car glass, Jihan had a glance at her sister.

In the glare of those eyes, visible chunks of past wounds are still fresh gaping in his eyes that glare.

Jihan took a deep breath. Various thoughts began to wander in his brain. He doesn't know how to explain the real situation. Jihan is worried that if Devan knows the real story, it will make Devan's condition worse.

O Allah, heal him, he whispered in his heart when he saw the sleeping body of his brother with a pale face .

......

“Assalamaicum. Hanifa came home" he said as he entered the house.

“Waalaikum greetings," replied a middle-aged but still young woman who came out with a few stacks of clothes.

“Why is your face like that, son?" ask the ummi.

Hanifa. Why was he still thinking about the man's situation? Until his face changed in front of his Umminya.

“Hanifa is okay, Ummi. Just a little soybeans because there was a rehearsal for the school event later," he replied a little lying.

Astagfirullah, O Allah sorry Hanifa for lying the same ummi. His inner.

Actually Hanifa is not purely lying, she is really tired of attending the rehearsals for the school event that will be held soon.

Umm Fatimah smiled in response. "Yes already then, now Ifa rest, yes."

After putting down her bag, Hanifa opened the lessons she had received at school. He has been accustomed since sitting on the SD bench. Hanifa believes that if the knowledge that has been received in school, if not repeated then everything will be lost.

Hanifa remembered the word ummi, "Your religion is like a lover. If he is not noticed, he will leave. If he is often noticed, he will stay with us. The science will be more strongly attached if we often repeat reading it, son."

However, for some reason this time the advice seemed to play no role. His eyes were staring at the book, but his heart was staring somewhere. Apparently the shadow about Devan's condition was still wandering in his brain.

“Yes Allah, why do I still think of him?" he nodded while shaking his head for a while. Trying to eliminate everything that messes with his mind.

“God willing he will be fine. There are also women who take care of him" he said again to himself.

In order to eliminate all its turmoil, Hanifa decided to take ablution water. After ablution he was sure that his heart would calm down again.

“Assalamaicum, Hanifa!" Call Ayyan from the door.

Hearing the greeting from outside, ummi Fatimah who happened to be making cakes in the kitchen immediately opened the door. “Waalaikumussalam. Ayyan?"

Ayyan smiled and immediately kissed the back of Fatimah's hand.

“Hanifa exists, Umm?"

“There's. He's in his room."

“Ayyan can not enter, Umm?"

“Bby, dong. Ayyan, right, Hanifa's best friend since childhood. Yes, just look for it to his room," said Ummi Fatimah.

Ayyan nodded excitedly. “Thank you Ummi."

After being given permission to enter, Ayyan quickly drove to her best friend's room. Once there, he saw no one there. While waiting, Ayyan laid her body on a small mattress with Doraemon bed linen. How surprised Hanifa who just came out of the bathroom saw her best friend was suddenly in her room.

“Ayyan? You're suddenly here? why?"

Ayyan awoke from her fall. “Yes for God, Fa. We have training today. The time you forgot anyway?"

Hanifa patted her head. "Yes Allah. I just wanted Ayy, but I want to get ready first."

“Pocket, yes."

“OK!"

It doesn't take long for a Hanifa to get ready, because indeed Hanifa is a typical girl who is simple in every way, especially in terms of appearance. Despite this, she still looked graceful to who was looking at her.

“Already. Let's go!"

Ayyan rubbed her eyes. He stared at the friend who was standing with a smile on his thin lips from head to toe. The clothes are very simple, sports clothes complete with a long hijab color in line with the color of his clothes.

“Come Ayy! Ntar we are punished for being late," he said immediately pulled Ayyan's hand and moved quickly.

“Iya yes. Who's old, who nagged who. You weird Hanifa," Ayyan grumbled.

The two of them immediately went to school by bicycle after saying goodbye to Umm Fatimah. Arriving at school, they immediately lined up because the training activities were about to begin. After the opening ceremony was completed, all members of both the PMI and the Scouts who were present in the exercise immediately returned to their respective training grounds.

PMI members do exercises on the sports field, while Scouts members on the main field. Before joining the other members, Hanifa was assigned to pick up tools at the cooperative. But his steps stopped when he passed Devan.

It seems that Devan will also take training tools, tents, stretchers and so on. Same with himself. Their eyes met when Devan's body was right next to Hanifa.

I don't know why Hanifa saw that there were many wounds from her eyes that she had just seen. Although Devan's gaze was razor-sharp, Hanifa was sure Devan's heart was currently as fragile as porous wood.

Hanifa turned her body around for a while as Devan's shadow disappeared in the swallow of the classroom hallway.

“Has he really healed?" Hanifa thought for a moment.

“Did I just ask the person?" thought again. Long enough to think, he finally made a decision.

"Devan!"

Finally, Hanifa actually called out to him.

Hearing someone call out to him, Devan immediately turned around. "Lo call me?"

Hanifa nodded. He actually cursed himself for not following his heart.

"Do you know me?"

"You're Devan, right?" Hanifa asked back.

"No," he said.

Astagfirullah, patience Hanifa.

"What do you call me? You want to get some compensation?"

Hanifa then shook her head. Actually that was not the purpose of calling the man. Yesterday's problem he forgot.

"No. It's not that."

"Keep what?"

Just about to say something, a call from someone else makes the sentence stop. Hanifa looked back, looking for who was calling her. When it was about to turn around again, the man who had just been in front of it had already disappeared.

"That's it. It's not important that I ask her how she is, either" she said, then left the place.

"Why do you care about me? I was wrong" said a man behind the wall.

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