Hanifa For Devan

Accidentally Accidental Guests

"Why, Son?" asked Dr. Arif after Hanifa was silent for a while.

Hanifa looked towards her father with an unusual look.

“His face is not clear, Dad" he replied smilingly and handed the phone to his father.

Doctor Arif patted his head slowly. He forgot to explain that the photo he took after the child in question had surgery two years ago. And at that time his condition was still very critical, so it was not possible to capture his face clearly because it was blocked by some medical devices that were attached to his face.

Hanifa glanced at her watch. “Dad, Ifa should be home soon. You see, ummi told Ifa to buy cake ingredients. Ummi must be worried because Ifa came home late."

Doctor Arif nodded. He immediately finished the rest of his drink. "Then let me deliver, yeah."

Hanifa smiled a sign of agreement. After paying off the payment, Arif's doctor catches up with Hanifa, who is already in the car with two black plastics in her hand.

“This will give Ummi and the children yes," he said handed the two black plastics to Hanifa

Hanifa accepted it with a smile. "Thank you, Dad."

“Same-sama, Son."

“Oh yes, Daddy will stay here long?"

“Actually my father went home from Bogor to Bandung, son," explained the man with a focused look at the road in front of him.

“Daddy is not tired?"

Doctor Arif smiled at his daughter's question. “It's Dad's obligation, son."

Hanifa nodded slowly. He actually felt sorry for his father. The distance between Bogor-Bandung is quite far. Hanifa could imagine how tired the father was.

“Why don't you find someone to help you here? So, you don't have to go back and forth every day." Hanifa gave a suggestion.

Doctor Arif turned his head, then smiled.

“Actually I once intended to find people to help dad, but did not have time because the schedule is crowded. And also, finding someone to trust is hard, son."

“Actually Ifa wants to help Dad, but later who will help ummi make a cake?"

Doctor Arif stopped his car. “You want to help Dad?" Hanifa nodded immediately.

“Ummi problem, Hanifa don't have to worry. Later Dad who talked to ummi.”

“Truly, Dad?" asked Hanifa with a sparkling face.

“In the meantime Ifa is twelfth class. That's a sign that he's about to graduate. Later after Ifa graduated from school, Dad will register Ifa to the medical school. He wants to be a doctor, right, like Dad?"

Hanifa smiled very happily. "But, Dad. Am I acceptable?"

“Daddy sure will be directly accepted. Because Ifa will learn many things while helping Dad."

“Alhamdulillah, thank you very much Yah," he said full of haru. He was very grateful because the path to achieve his dream was a step easier.

“Sama-sama, Darling. Father's son must succeed. Yeah, well, now we go home and meet ummi, yeah."

Hanifa smiled. Soon Dr. Arif put his car back on.

***

After arriving at the home, Hanifa immediately entered and called her umminya with plastic given by her father.

“Where have you been, son? You're okay, right?" tanya ummi Fatimah looked worried.

Hanifa immediately brushed off the anxiety on her official face with a sweet smile. "Hanifa's okay, Umm. The cake in the stall was finished, so Ifa went to buy it at the supermarket. And it just so happened that Ifa met Dad."

“You mean Dr Arif?" tanya ummi, Hanifa nodded. "Where does his father matter? Wasn't invited in?"

“There is, Umm. Dad's in front, he says he wants to see Ummi."

“Meet Ummi? What's up?"

“Dimming, Ummi to the front first gih. Ifa wants to put these ingredients first," he said smiling and passing.

While Ummi Fatimah immediately went to see doctor Arif with a glass of warm tea in his hand. When they got there, they talked for a long time.

Doctor Arif explains many things, especially about Hanifa's desire to help her. After explaining his intentions and goals, doctor Arif finally felt relieved because ummi Fatimah allowed Hanifa to help him.

“However, Hanifa is already a son of Father. So there's no reason for me to ban Hanifa."

“One more time thank you. I will guarantee all the needs of Mother, Hanifa and the orphanage children. Think of it as charity. Then I say goodbye, ma'am. Tomorrow I'm here to pick up Ifa" said Dr. Arif.

Umm Fatimah smiled. "Be careful, Mr. Arif."

“Iya, Mom. Assalamualaikum."

“Waalaikum greetings."

Hanifa had just left the room after Dr. Arif's car had just left. "Dad's home, Um?"

“Yes, he said tomorrow he would come back to pick you up, son."

Hanifa was a little surprised by her official speech just now. Did you tell ummi? His inner.

“Nak, your father asked Ummi for permission to help him. Ummi strongly agrees. Doctor Arif would have been your father, so it's appropriate that you could help him."

Hanifa. On the one hand he is happy because he can attach his relationship with his adoptive father. But on the other hand he felt guilty and sad because he could no longer help his umminya sell.

“Kok his face so anyway?"

“Ummi, if If Ifa helps dad, what kind of job at the parlor?"

Umm Fatimah took a deep breath. Her aging hand was spontaneously caressing the soft head of Hanifa covered in hijab.

“Darling, you do not feel sad because of thinking about the affairs of the home. There will still be Wulan, Mira, who can help Ummi. If it's dad, right, no one's helping, son. Poor are. Hanifa is big. It's time Ifa dutifully dutifully father, yes."

Hanifa nodded and smiled. Umminya right, during this time Ariflah father who helped the family economy of the home, especially the cost of education. And this is the time when he can help his father a little.

“Ya already, now we enter yuk. I want azan."

***

"Because the show will be held the day after tomorrow, then our time for practice just stay this afternoon. Because tomorrow afternoon all members, both Scouts, PMI and OSIS will prepare facilities and infrastructure for the event. So, I hope all of you are present this afternoon." Wafi explained the entire activity to the students who were in the room.

All members of the extracurricular organization gathered in the hall nodded at the explanation of the former head of OSIS as well as the chairman of the PMI organization that is still active.

Since long ago, Hasbi Warafqi Firyas has held the mandate to be the chairman even in almost all organizations. No other because he is one of the brightest students.

Even now, he is receiving scholarship offers from various well-known universities. If you look at his achievements, he is very likely to be accepted at a foreign university without a test though. But he chose UI as his place to study until graduating strata one.

With all the advantages, then not infrequently there are students and students who often seek attention with him.

After the meeting, all students immediately went to their respective classes because the break was almost finished. But in the XI class of IPA 2, the students are still casually playing because the teacher in question has not been present.

“Oiya, later if I don't come to practice permit me yes," pinta Hanifa who is busy with some notes on her desk.

Ayyan who had been busy with her phone glanced over. "Where are you going Fa? This is the last day of practice, when you didn't come?"

“I still don't know, Ayy. I want to go with Dad."

“Where to go?"

“Let me tell you, yes. What matters is permission first. Okay?"

"Yes, yes" he replied a little annoyed.

“Eh Fa, you know what? The Devan fainted again just got together," Ayyan told me.

Hanifa who was busy taking notes, suddenly took off her pen and looked at her best friend.

“You're serious?" Ayyan nodded steadily. “Where is he now?" hanifa asked a little worriedly. I don't know what makes his heart always care for men like him.

“Saying his classmate anyway, he's been ushered home."

Hearing that, Hanifa's spirit suddenly disappeared. Now his mind is focused on his father's story about the child who was affected by the tumor.

“Did Devan have such a disease?" ask him to himself.

Before prejudging too far, the anticipated teacher arrived and managed to make his heart not think about Devan anymore.

***

It had been twenty minutes of Hanifa waiting in the corridor of the hospital. His eyes were already very satisfied to see the doctor and nurse passing in front of him. He hopes in his heart that someday he can be a part of them.

Ifa, let's go, son, doctor Arif's voice breaks his daydream.

“It's done, Dad?" tanya Hanifa looked at the figure of her father who was almost at the place waiting.

Doctor Arif nodded. "Yes, Son. Thank God it's over, so we can go to the house of the father's best friend's son."

“Hurry, Dad?" hanifa asked a little curiously with a worried face from her father's eyes.

"Yes. This morning the boy's sister called, that she fainted again at school."

“Yes Allah, has the disease recurred again?"

“Maybe so, Son. We better get going soon. I'm worried that his condition is getting worse."

Hanifa immediately nodded and walked following her father to the parking lot. Fortunately the streets of the city that afternoon were not too jammed. So they can get to their destination a little faster.

Doctor Arif's car goes into the courtyard of a large house that is heavily guarded by two bodyguards at its main gate. After being invited inside, Arif's doctor immediately parked his car, then walked to the door, Hanifa following behind. His eyes were slightly amazed by what he saw. A very large house with a beautiful garden in every corner of the house.

After going inside, his eyes were still unceasingly looking at the entire grand mansion. Perhaps this thing looks amazing in the eyes of Hanifa who is used to living simply.

“Thank God the Doctor has arrived, let's Doc," said a young woman who is familiar in Hanifa's eyes.

Looking at her face, Hanifa tried to remember where she had seen this woman. But before finding her memory, Hanifa immediately told her father to go into a room upstairs.

“Dad," call Hanifa.

Doctor Arif stopped his steps on the first step. “Ifa wait outside only, yes," pinta Hanifa.

Hearing that his daughter did not want to come in, Arif's doctor held her favorite daughter's shoulder. "Why, Son?"

Hanifa shook her head. Actually he felt bad to enter people's rooms carelessly. Seeing that, the woman who had been paying attention approached Hanifa and doctor Arif.

“Who, Om?"

“This is Hanifa, my daughter. He'll help with some of Devan's needs if I can't come here. Son Jihan don't worry, Ifa has learned a lot. So I'm sure, he's reliable.”

Waitaminute! What did dad say? Devan's Needs? Inner Hanifa in his heart.

The woman smiled and extended a hand. "Hello, I'm Jihan. Devan's brother." Jihan smiled as she extended her right hand.

Before receiving Jihan's hand, Hanifa was silent for a while. His heart was still asking about Devan in question. What is Devan IPA 1 grade kid?

“Hanifa."

Hanifa returned the woman's hand. He assures his heart that there are many names of Devan in this world and hopefully not him that Devan is referring to.

“Mari Dok," said Jihan.

“Come, Son."

Hanifa nodded. His father has entered. But his legs felt stiff, as if someone was pulling him so as not to enter.

“Yes God, what's wrong with me?"

Hanifa moved her legs heavily. Arriving inside the room, his eyes were round watching the entire room. Inside the room with an interior and plain white paint, a person lay weakly with an ornate smile on his or her face.

She's she? Hanifa was surprised to see it.

***