Khadijah the Angel of My Heaven

Chapter 7. Help out

"I want to go to Umi's house" said Azril.

Umi Fatimah did not forbid her son, she knew Azril was in need of friends and entertainment at this time.

"Alright Ril, be careful on the road! Inget don't whine!" Umi Fatimah warned.

"Ready Umi!" Azril kissed his mother's cheek at a glance and then left.

That afternoon Azril rode his big motorbike, down the street and did not know where the destination was going. He does not want to be with his friends and then laughed at by them, he knows actually his friends do not mean to laugh at him but his friends just want him to also feel the beauty of courtship like what they say.

I don't know if he doesn't know and never feels it. He only has principles and until anytime he will stick to those principles. Just let people call him a colossal and hickey man, he doesn't care. Most importantly for him he was not caught in the pit of sin.

After two hours down the street and occasionally stop by the mosque, suddenly the rain fell very heavily to the earth.

His clothes were wet and suddenly his body shivered, he wanted to take shelter but it was useless because everything was wet but to continue home even he could not afford.

Then he suddenly remembered, if this area was very close to the boarding school that he used to go every week.

He also drove his motorbike towards the boarding school, when he reached the gate of the boarding school suddenly the view darkened, he dazed and fell from his motorbike.

"Braaaka!"

"Astaghfirullah Hal'adhim.. Umi, Abah! There's a guy who fell off the bike in front of the gate!" shouted Alia from the terrace of the boarding school.

He was preparing to go home but suddenly the rain fell so heavy, that Umi Mutia told him to stay for a while until the rain subsided.

Hearing Alia's cry, Umi and Abah immediately ran after Alia who had run in the rain towards the gate to help the fallen man earlier.

"Sister, awake? Aren't you papa?"

Alia shook the man's body at a glance but she did not budge.

Abah immediately lifted the body of the man who was fainting with the help of the male students.

When Abah saw the face of the man he was lifting, he realized that the man was Ustadz Azril, one of the all-round teachers who taught his students every Sunday, from teaching religion to teaching general lessons, also one of the biggest donors in the boarding school. He was a kind and intelligent teacher, the favorite teacher of the students.

"Gee.. Ustadz Azril it turns out!" chirps one of the santri who helped lift it.

"Let's get him to the guest room!" ask Abah.

"Good Bah!"

After finishing bringing Azril to the guest room, Abah Romli replaced all the wet clothes Azril with her dry clothes and covered the man's body with a thick blanket.

Abah left the room again, and Umi Mutia approached him.

"How's Abah? What's going on?" asked Umi Mutia worriedly.

Alia was no less worried.

"Her body has a fever and she's not conscious yet, please get me some wind oil and eucalyptus! Abah's gonna smear it into his body, and don't forget the heat-lowering drugs, too."

"Nice Bah,"

Umi immediately went looking for some items that Abah needed.

"Al, can Abah ask you a favor?" ask Abah Romli.

"May Bah, what can I do to help Abah?" ask Alia.

"Please make some warm tea and porridge for Ustadz Azril" Abah said.

"Well Bah, I'll make it right away,"

Alia immediately went to the kitchen, to make porridge and warm tea for Azril.

While Abah with the help of one santri belief Abah, trying to make Azril immediately aware.

Until after 10 minutes passed, Azril also realized from his stupor.

He opened his eyes slowly and saw Abah with a santri who he also knew.

"A.. Abah Romli's.. Assalamualaikum Abah's.." Azril who realized in front of him was the owner of the foundation, then immediately woke up from his lying position.

"Wa'alaikum.. Warahmatullahi.. Tabarakatuh.. Son Azril, don't get up! Just lying down is okay!" abah said that prevents Azril from standing up.

"Okay Abah,"

"Your body is very feverish, son, drink this medicine and warm tea so that the heat quickly drops!" abah's orders.

"Nice Bah,"

Azril also took the medicine that Abah Romli gave, then put the glass on the nightstand again.

Suddenly pain and pain attacked his stomach, as if squeezed from the inside, and a soft snarl was heard from his lips.

"What's the matter with Azril?" ask Abah.

"My stomach is very sore" Azril replied.

"Astaghfirullah Hal'adhim.. Do I need to call the doctor, son? But these nights let alone the heavy rain outside, there was rarely a doctor who wanted to be told to come here." Abah became confused and panicked.

"It's okay Bah, you don't worry, later also subside yourself."

"When did Nak Azril last eat?" ask Abah again.

Azril thought a little, he just remembered that from the morning he did not eat at all so nervous about the engagement that ended in failure.

"Overnight, I last ate bah," Azril felt bad.

"Astaghfirullah Hal'adhim.. His stomach hurts! For a moment, son, Abah look first, the porridge for you is ready." said Abah who left Azril in the guest room with his santri.

"Nice Bah,"

"Alhamdulillah is better. Thank you for helping me" Azril said sincerely.

"Together Ustadz, I just help you lift it. Earlier, Mbak Alia who knew from the beginning of ustadz fell from the bike, he shouted to call Abah and Umi," said the santri.

"Mother Alia? Who's Alia's mom?" asked Azril curiously.

I don't know if he's no stranger to that name.

"Oh that, Ms. Alia who often comes here every Tuesday and Friday to cook for all of us, she is beautiful and very good ustadz. He's a pity for the santri sisters here." praise the santri.

"Do you like me the same way as Alia?" goda Azril's.

"Ah no ustadz, I'm just amazed. He is like our own brother" said the santri while scratching his nape that does not itch.

"Ehem!" Abah cleared his throat as he entered Azril's room again.

"Change," said the two men as they nodded towards Abah at a glance.

"Let's eat this chicken porridge first, son! So that his stomach fills up immediately and does not hurt anymore" asked Abah.

"Nice Bah,"

Azril also ate the chicken porridge, the porridge tasted very good and the salty tongue was very fitting. The porridge's clear gravy was refreshing in his throat, for some reason he felt like he had not eaten for a few days. He ate so voraciously that it didn't take long to finish the porridge.

It felt like Azril wanted to ask for more but he was embarrassed to say so.

"How son? Is the stomach better?" ask Abah.

"Alhamdulillah is bah,"

"Then get some rest, son, if you need anything, call Abah!"

"Nice Bah, thank you very much. Sorry to bother Abah," Azril said feeling bad.

"It's okay, just think of it as your home too" Abah said and Azril nodded.

Abah went out of the guest room, but a few minutes later he returned to Azril's room to bring him another serving of chicken porridge.

"Here I bring you again, son, Abah know you're still hungry, eat again don't hesitate!" abah put the porridge on the table beside Azril's bed.

"Nice Bah, thank you." Azril smiled happily.

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The next morning, Azril was healthy again. He participated in the morning prayers along with Abah Romli and the santri.

After Abah Romli finished giving studies to all his students, he invited Azril to sit together in his living room. Abah could sense that Azril was having a problem right now.

"Tell Abah, boy! What makes you so anxious and sad?" ask Abah.

"A.. Do you know I'm not okay?" Azril was so astonished why Abah Romli knew he was having problems.

"Yes, from the look on your restless face and the sorrowful look. Tell son! So that the burden in your heart will be slightly reduced" Abah and Azril nodded.

Then he told Abah everything that happened to him yesterday.

"Patience boy! Give all to God the Owner of the Universe, rest assured that one day God will give you a better soul mate, someone who accepts you as you are, who accepts you in your field and in your cramped. Don't be tired of trying and praying!" abah said wisely.

"Amin Ya Robbala'laminn.thank you for your advice Bah, thank you for helping me a lot" said Azril sincerely.

"That you have done nothing son, all the good you have received is the fruit of your kindness and sincerity all along."

Azril smiled with a nod.

"Let's have breakfast together!" bring Abah.

"Nice Bah,"

And now Azril was sitting at the dinner table with Abah Romli and Umi Mutia.

Seeing Azril who was sitting with them, Abah and Umi remembered his only son.

Putra Abah and Umi are 22 years old, currently studying in Malaysia on scholarship.

Umi Mutia brought rice and side dishes for her husband and Azril.

"Thank you Umi" said Azril smiling sweetly as Umi gave a plate containing rice and side dishes to him.

"Sama-sama Ustadz Azril, eat a lot ya! Think of it as your own home!"

"Okay Umi, thank you for making porridge last night, it feels very good umi." praise Azril.

"Oh that porridge! I'm not the one who made ustadz, but Alia. One of my students also volunteers for children here." said Umi Mutia.

"Oh so! Hm, let me just say thank you directly to him umi,"

Umi Mutia nodded and they continued their breakfast.

After a few minutes after finishing their breakfast, Umi Mutia returned to the kitchen to clean all the dishes that had been used. Azril prepared to return to his home again.

Umi sees that Alia's mixer is left behind, Umi remembers that the mixer is not actually Alia's but her uncle's who he borrowed to make the children cake while here.

"Well, there's Alia's stuff missing. Can Abah deliver Umi?" ask her husband.

"Can't now Umi, we'll have an invitation to study at Haji Ridwan's house." Abah reminded.

"Astaghfirullah Hal'adhim.. Umi kok to forget ya bah, then this how?" asked Umi while holding the mixer in her hand.

"Let me just deliver Umi, all of you go home too" said Azril who just came out of the guest room.