His wife Ustadz Part. 2

61. The Horn's End.

An hour passed.

Roy's mother has arrived at the hospital. He looked tough, despite knowing his son was being critical in the operating room.

"Aunt ....! we've been trying to find the blood Roy needs. But the results are nil." Afnan spoke as softly as possible.

"Hmmm .... Papi, they have the same blood type. However, Auntie had promised never to meet, let alone ask for anything from him. Ever since he divorced Aunt just like that, two years ago and her family's been acting recklessly against us." Mami Roy's. Afnan was stunned and confused. He just found out, this problem.

"Sorry Auntie! but this, however, is related to the life of his son." Ubaydillah spoke.

"Roy's asking not to get in touch and asking for anything back to his Papi." Roy's mom shed tears.

"Good! I can help you, if I ask for it, won't I not break your promise?" Imron Police took the initiative.

"Son?" Roy's mom looks at Imron's cop with haru.

"I'm police. God willing can help, just pray, so that Papi Roy is healthy and can donate his blood." Tukas Police Imron.

"Amijin!"

"Alright, then Ana goes Ustadz. Let the blood be immediately obtained." Imron police say goodbye from that place.

"Toyib! Syukron Aki."

After saying hello, Police Imron left the room.

Back to the waiting room. Until Afnan's voice broke the silence.

"Dec, Zain, Dev, Aunt, Iqbal and ....?" ask Afnan to his wife Iqbal.

"Sheilla Az-Zahra, call me Zahra Ustadz." Answer his wife Iqbal.

"Good Zahra. I say a minute, I'm going to see my Son, my Daughter and my Wife!" afnan.

Sheilla nodded reverently. After greeting, and leaving the situation at that place to Ubaydillah, Afnan passed and rushed to the fourth floor, where Afkha was treated.

Iqbal and Zahra.

**

"Assalamu'alaikum!"

"Wa'alaikum salam," answered. simultaneously from within.

"Biya." Afkha who was still in Hasna's lap so sumringah saw her Biyya had just entered in good condition.

"Darling! how's she doing?" Afnan kissed Afkha's forehead and moved to Hasna's forehead. After she shakes hands and greets the rest of the family. Abi Kyai and Umi, apparently have not returned to the room.

"Alhamdulillah, A'a good caja Biy!" Afkha smile.

"Only, Mimma does not have the heart, A'a must be tilted continuously! and therefore, Mimma better be my arm, By!" said Hasna with a clear liquid floating in her eye patch.

"Hemm," Afnan smiled as he stroked Hasna's head.

"Thank you, dear Mimma! here's Biyya who changed my seat, before Ashar's time comes and Biyya has to go back to the operation waiting room." Afnan.

Hasna smile. Carefully they took turns holding Afkha. Lintang and Elyavira, seen chatting with other families, on the sofa opposite them.

"Alhamdulillah! Alas, A'a please bobo, Biyya will accompany." there is relief from Afnan who is now sitting leaning on the bed Afkha.

Afnan is very grateful, he can re-hug his baby. Although his thoughts are still fixed on Roy and his heart is not stopping berasbih, begging for safety for Roy.

"Dek Sha, where?" asked Afnan, because he didn't see his daughter.

"To the ground floor with Umi and Abi and Abang! looking for food, he said. Maybe wind-seeking too By!" answer Hasna.

"Oh, it's been a while?"

"A little over an hour ago." Answer Hasna. "Biyya has ma'em?" ask Hasna. Afnan. Signs yet.

"Oh Allah! from morning yet ma'em?" Pekik Hasna, surprised plus worried.

"Sst! no need to fight. There's more to it than this hunger, honey?" Says as usual. Soft and soothing. He grabbed Hasna's palm and linked their fingers.

"Hiswa Roy is on the edge!" answer Afnan slowly.

"Astaghfiullah! Isn't Roy being treated by a doctor?"

"Rubber! but ....!"

"Sorry, Nana cut it for a second! telling stories while Nana bribes yah! there's grilled chicken, Ubay's sister who bought it, just now." Hasna bargained.

"All right! Byby wanted to be bribed by your fingers directly." Pinta Afnan in a whisper.

"Hemmm, sure Byby baby!" Hasna blushed in shame. Afnan pulls his chin behind the niqab. Afkha like her began to sleep comfortably in Afnan's lap.

While telling the story of Roy. Finally Hasna fed Afnan, directly with her fingers, at Afnan's request.

Occasional indigestion. When his finger entered Afnan's mouth. Sometimes Afnan bites her slowly. Or suck it by winking. Because of his shame with the other family. Hasna will purport to be upset, by glaring at Afnan and Afnan will curl.

**

Alhamdulillah! After almost five hours, Roy was done in surgery, now he is in the ICU room. Dias is still on his way. Afnan fell asleep for a while while holding Afkha. With Imron police efforts. The blood for Roy has been obtained. Roy is still unconscious.

At seven o'clock in the night, Dias had arrived at the hospital.

"Where is Brother? how's it going, Tan?" dias asked his Mami Roy worriedly, after he arrived.

"Darling! Roy is in the ICU room, his condition, still unconscious. Aunt please, Iyas be patient."

"God willing Tan! Iyas is patient and will come and take care of you here." Dias.

"But .... Pardon me! Iyas will not be able to get close and touch her. Roy's definitely not gonna let that happen, you're not mahram." Soft talk Play Roy.

"Iyas knows it's Tan! but at least allow Iyas to be close to him, even if it is far away." Pinta Dias with hope.

"As long as your parents have agreed to it" said Mami Roy with a smile.

"God willing. They've approved Tan! Iyas was already licensed."

**

Hours passed, days changed. Twelve days on, Roy is still lying in an ICU-level VVIP treatment room, still unconscious.

Afkha has recovered and can go home from five days ago. Afnan, Ubaydillah, Devano, Adrian and Iqbal will take turns accompanying Roy at night, during the day Roy will be accompanied by his Mami and Dias, occasionally Hasna and Lintang will be there.

This afternoon, Dias felt very empty, Roy has not shown any signs of improving. Dias shed tears, while reciting the Holy Quran on the side of Roy's bed. One week ago, Roy had a seizure and doctors were worried about rupturing a blood vessel. However, apparently he is allergic to drugs injected through the infusion.

"Abang, wake up. My brother promised to worship Iyas. Isn't that a promise of debt? do you want to break that promise?" ask Dias. There was no response from a Roy who was still in a coma.

"Then .... how is the responsibility of Brother, before God?" ask Dias, like asking the person who was talking to him.

"Maybe I'm selfish, brother. But there is nothing wrong with this feeling. I want to marry you, just for worship. If only my brother was halal for me. Then I'll take care of you with no distance."

"Iyas has received the ring that Brother gave to Khitbah Iyas. I dare not touch her. As to where Brother says. We will be able to touch each other when halal. So does this ring. I want you to pin it on my finger! Brother, come back in our midst." Dias wept, only able to look at Roy, accompanied by prayer. Without touching her one bit.

In that room Dias was with Mami Roy. But Mami Roy looks exhausted and she fell asleep sitting on the sofa with the Qur'an also on her lap.

"Astaghfirullah." Dias let out his sigh, when he heard I looked at Adhan Dzuhur. Dias immediately stood up from his bench, to take ablution and wake Mami Roy. But his body feels hollow.

"Astaghfirullah'aladzim's! my head!" Dias was forced to hold on to Roy's iron-caged side. Dias closed his eyes for a moment. Without realizing it, his teardrops fell right on the surface of the skin of Roy's hand which was on the iron side of the bed.

Dias managed to master himself. He immediately walked slowly towards the sofa and woke up Mami Roy.

After Mami Roy wakes up. They took ablution and prayed together still in the room.

In Roy's subconscious.

Already from a few days ago, Roy surrounded people dressed in white robes. Their faces are unclear. There are old men, women and men. There are also children who Roy often invite to run in a beautiful garden nan beautiful. The garden, with its people, seemed to glow. But there is something that baffles Roy, why he did not visit the parents up the stairs somehow to where!

Roy could see there was an easy climb up the stairs. Something is difficult. He was only able to observe it. Every time he wanted to take the stairs. There was a figure staring at her nanar expectantly for her to return and Roy always undo his intentions. But someone will disappear if Roy gets close.

But not this time. Roy was ready to take the stairs that seemed to float and towering through the sky. Slowly but surely Roy rested on the first rung of the ladder. But Roy's move seemed hesitant on the second footing.

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