Is it My fault, If I Desire Heaven..??

Attempts to heal.

"Slow Ummar," instructions from doctor Malik that he kept repeating as he was helping the healing therapy big boss that day.

Slowly the big boss seemed to be following everything his in-laws taught at the time.

With his hands and feet still trembling while training motion, but the big boss still insisted not to rest even a little until his therapy session was completely finished.

While Fatimah continued to be in the corner of the waiting room while carrying a small quran in her hands.

Her heart was unceasingly chanting verse by verse written there while waiting for her husband to come out of the therapy room.

"Slowly son, slowly!," exclaimed Malik's doctor with his swift support the body of the big Boss who seemed to have been exhausted with his various therapies that day.

But only a small smile was shown by the son-in-law, making doctor Malik so salute will persistence of his son-in-law.

I'll heal quickly and tell all the truth about myself to your family doctor, I can't imagine if Mr. Danu or someone else you knew all the truth, the Inner Boss said without fighting back as she returned to her wheelchair to end her therapy that day.

"How was the father's first therapy?" cried Fatimah immediately came as the nurse called her in.

"I never found a patient who was so ambitious to recover as Ummar son, even the usual stage of therapy until the third day he had mastered in his first day," flattering doctor Malik was also happy with the progress of her daughter's husband.

"Alhamdulillah father, include your prayers also in every effort," said Fatimah so happy when hearing the results.

"You want to go straight home?" asked Malik while prescribing medicine for his son-in-law.

"I will visit my grandfather first, I have not had time to see him until today," said Fatimah to make Malik's doctor more happy.

"Then I will be your driver today" cried the Malik doctor, making Fatimah's little laugh until it was heard in their ears.

"Dad doesn't have to do that, I've brought my own driver, and my driver is quite unique, I even have to scold him every day," exclaimed doctor Malik immediately fell silent for quite a long time thinking about Fatimah's words.

But a few moments later, he also laughed when the puzzle he could solve.

"Good, good!, keep mad at him until his brain is clean and conscious son," said the father as he drove Fatimah and the big boss out of the hospital.

From a distance, it appears that someone is ready with his complaints and anger.

"For so long!, I've been starving here!, you know how many hours you've been in hah!," Aqly lamented as she ruffled before Fatimah and the others.

"Have you been?, have you been satisfied with your babble, hem!," said Fatimah so calm without caring about the look of Aqly's face that was getting upset when she heard it.

But without answering a word.

Aqly immediately took over the task of helping the big Boss get into her car as if she already knew the task she had to do by then.

"Titip greetings to grandfather son," exclaimed the doctor Malik made Aqly cluck slowly.

"Okay father, assalammualaikum," said Fatimah along with the speed of their car that increasingly left the hospital area.

"We pull over first at your favorite restaurant, Dik," exclaimed Fatimah to make Aqly a little forget her frustration.

"You sure?" said Aqly reassuringly.

"Of course, you can order whatever you want" said Fatimah, making Aqly smile slightly.

"Whatever?, really?" said Aqly while imagining all the food he wanted to order.

With a small smile, Fatimah simply nodded confirming everything she had said.

"Ready!, let's eat," cried Aqly making Fatimah try hard to hold back her laughter.

While the big Boss was just stunned to witness the way Fatimah educated Aqly.

Sometimes he will be hard and nice to the sister, but sometimes he will pamper and love her like a brother who cares so much for his sister, but sometimes he will pamper and love her like a brother who cares so much for his sister, truly you can never guess Fatimah, the inner Great Boss was so amazed every time he was near Fatimah.

The simple yet so special girl, her unceasingly large Inner Boss admired the figure of Fatimah.

If I recover later, I will re-apply to you and marry you in a better way Fatimah, may you accept me later, the Inner Great Boss was so tired of her that he slowly began to fall asleep with his slumber before reaching their next destination.