Heart Fragment

Case of Father

The morning arrived. Last night, I chose to sleep in a hospital mushalla. In the morning the body was very painful. Maybe because it's just the floor. Without a blanket or pillow to support the head.

After the dawn prayer, I took a moment to read the Qur'an. Best reading of all time. Never changed under any circumstances. Always accompany my days. Just like before. When in pain, also deep self-injury.

I remember my wife, Nayla. When she was pregnant, she was always happy with the reading of Ar-rahman's letter. I miss him again.

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[Good morning, baby] I sent him a message. A selfie I took in front of the Mushalla. Still still handsome, it just appears fine feathers on the chin.

"Tring!"

One reply I received.

[Morning is also a pity] Reply while sending an emoticon sticking out its tongue.

[Send photo] Reply quickly.

[So, still early morning gini ihh. Not yet taking a shower, mah.] He replied that he did not lose quickly. Isha! He doesn't know how much I miss him.

[Nay, Mas kangen] I sent you a message back. He has not yet retorted. I pressed the videocall button for her. So missed. Especially to my little guy.

Nayla lifted it up.

"You got a blanket?" I asked him once the picture of his face was clear.

"Yes atuh. Kan Mas again outside, if anyone saw Nay ga wear a veil, how?" stick out while sticking out your tongue. Aih, he's taunting me.

Scroll left and right. It's still very quiet and there's no one.

"No one dear" I said, winking one eye.

"Ish, Mas Devan mah!" said chiming. Both of his cheeks were flushed. He was embarrassed as it seemed. My wife, despite almost two years of marriage, still remains the same. Not much has changed.

"Still asleep, Mom. Ih, still half six." Nayla. Then he moved down the bed. Towards Hadziq's baby bed.

I look carefully. The face of my son. Both of his eyes were perfectly closed. His face is very similar to mine. His facial line, ah .. he, is also similar to my father's.

I have an appointment today. I'll take care of all the files immediately to get them out. Time for Dad. Despite the painful incident, he once incised quite deep.

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I walked with a packet of food. I'm sure my brother-in-law hasn't eaten since this morning. Luckily there are many food vendors. You don't have to go far to fill a hungry stomach.

My footsteps led me into the room. I saw Rani was silent looking at Mas Rahman. It's so sorry for him. The girl who knows nothing.

"Eat, I take care. We'll change," I said, handing Rani a packet of rice. It's almost seven o'clock, he's definitely not eating.

Rani received it, while staring fixedly she said thanks.

"No movement yet?" I asked to confirm Mas Rahman's condition. Rani nodded slowly. He stood up and walked away to leave the room.

"Nitip Mas Rahman yes, go to the bathroom first" he said with a smile.

"All right into the canteen. You might need a snack to stay here. At nine, I need to." Explain my plans, guys.

"Where?" tanyakanya.

"To Daddy's place. Mas Rahman's mother, where?" ask me before Rani really leaves.

"Mother, dragged with the same case," said Rani again. I saw his face getting sad.

"Oh, you eat first."

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