HIJRAH IS LOVE

Chapter 53. The Hospital Park

That morning, the sky was bright and fresh, and there was a low boisterous sound of flowers blowing gently on the trellis of the fence.

Ghibran slowly dragged his feet towards the green path that led to the hospital park where his wife, Aisha, was being treated. Syifa, their young child, was running around cheerfully following from behind.

Ghibran pushed the wheelchair Aisha occupied slowly. He wanted his wife to be happy with a breath of fresh air in the garden this morning.

"You're happy to play here, Syifa?" ghibran asked as he lightly touched the nose of his little daughter.

"Yes, Papi!" syifa replied with a big smile on her lips. "This park is beautiful!"

Ghibran smiled gently. Syifa is a cheerful and cheerful child, never showing anxiety or fear even though the mother is ill. His maturity is beyond his age.

Arriving at the park, Ghibran immediately found a seat for the two of them while Syifa ran around the park. This park is quite large and shady, there are many flowers and trees that are soothing.

While in the park, Ghibran put the books he wanted to read on the sidelines of Aisha's recovery. The books tell the story of beauty and philosophy of life. Ghibran always felt calm when reading these books. In that serenity, Ghibran has always found inspiration and strength.

"Darling, does anything still hurt?" ghibran asked as they sat on a park bench.

"Nothing, Mas," replied Aisha slowly. These two days, Ghibran always accompanied his wife. He patiently looks after Aisha and her daughter Syifa.

"I hope it's the last time you're sick and treated" Ghibran said.

"No one wants to get sick, Mom. All by God's will" replied Aisha.

"If I may ask, I want God to transfer all your diseases to me alone" Ghibran said.

"Mas can't talk like that" said Aisha. Hearing his wife's words, Ghibran then smiled realizing the wrong words, then kissed the wife's cheeks. She was happy because Aisha no longer talked about it

For almost an hour they sat in the hospital garden, talking about trivial things and trying to make Aisha feel comfortable. Syifa kept running around in the park, sometimes she jumped or played with a few earrings of small creatures in the pebbles of a small garden.

"Don't wander too far huh, son," Ghibran scolded as Syifa jumped on the rock.

"Yes, Papi," Syifa replied cheerfully.

"Darling, you must be hungry. I'll order some food, okay? What do you want?" ghibran asked softly.

"Mas, can I eat Padang rice?" Instead of answering Ghibran's question, he asked.

"I don't think it's a problem, honey. But don't be spicy. You want me to order some rice Padang?" ask Ghibran again. Aisha nodded her head in response.

I don't know why from yesterday he wanted to eat rice Padang. However, Aisha is afraid to tell Ghibran.

A few moments later, the food ordered arrived. Ghibran helps Aisha compose a pillow on her back.

Aisha smiled as she saw Ghibran trying to put the stuffy rice in her mouth. " I can eat by myself, Mum!"

"Yes, I know you can eat alone, but I won't let that happen. You are sick" said Ghibran, smiling gently. His gaze pierced deep into Aisha's heart as he looked at her.

They spend a few hours in the park, enjoying the beautiful weather and the togetherness intertwined in warmth. Ghibran read the philosophical books he brought to Aisha and both understood the wisdom in the story.

Aisha seems to have started forgetting the events that made her angry until she fainted. He has also accepted and forgiven Ghibran again.

Syifa ran small towards them, then showed them the earrings and stones she collected while running in the park and explained how she found them to her parents.

Time passes so quickly. Suddenly, Syifa approached their parents feeling a little nervous and asked a very unexpected question.

"But, when can you go home?" ask Syifa.

Ghibran was stunned to hear it and a little confused as to how he should have answered the question because he also did not know when his wife was allowed to return home. Aisha who heard it also looked sad, but tried to calm Syifa down with a small smile.

"Mommy still needs to be cared for, honey. So I can't go home yet. Maybe two more days for my mom to be allowed to go home" Aisha replied gently.

"I don't like Mommy being sick. I want my mom to get well soon" Syifa said sadly. "We have a school holiday soon. We're going on vacation, right?"

"Yes, we're going on vacation together after mom gets home from the hospital, son. We're going to a beautiful place, like this park," Ghibran said.

"Syifa is going to the beach" the little girl replied in a carefree voice.

"Well, we'll go to the beach. We swim and play sand" said Aisha, stroking her daughter's hair.

"Now, I want to play the game that Papi brought, like yesterday," said the little girl with a cheerful face.

Ghibran smiled and brought some cards from his bag. "Okay, what are we playing this time?"

They play cards until noon. The sun shines its light with a fierce. The dominant Syifa won and grew more cheerful because of her victory. Aisha looked at them with haru and smiled happily.

Finally, it was time for them to return to Aisha's treatment room. They say goodbye to the park and walk to the hospital hallway.

At the same time, Ghibran realized that even though the place was sad and tense, he had found beauty. The beauty of togetherness and love between her family. Some days there, they have learned to love life better.

Ghibran will soon take his son and wife to the house he just bought. Stay away from her family.

Not because they want to break the brotherhood. Sometimes staying away from someone or family is not because you want to break the cord, but just want to decide disputes, debates and misunderstandings that are not comfortable at heart. If someone has hurt with attitude and words, let alone to say hello, look at his face was lazy. It is not hate, but just want to keep the hearts and feelings of ordinary people humbling us. Let it be, there is no need to feel offended what else is sad. If we are judged well, thank goodness. At the value of not being good is okay, all present in our lives have their respective roles. Some give happiness and some give pain.

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