Kun Fayakun's
Illnesses
Thank you for whatever you have right now by not wasting it. Allah will add to your favor.
After a week had passed since the day Zeva helped the poor little girl. Now the girl is working in her cafe as one of the servants.
The girl did not mind her important now her life is slowly starting to improve. Not living on the street and being able to meet his needs.
Pov Zeva
Since the last few days this girl lived in a new house owned by her brother and yesterday her brother has also started working in a famous hospital as a surgeon.
Today I stepped foot, the intention was to go to the hospital to deliver lunch made by Mbak Nur for Kak Ahkam.
Arriving at the hospital how shocked this self was when I saw my guardian angel who was getting old looking pale and was in the hospital. I approached him immediately.
"Assalammualaikum tube. What's grandma doing here? is grandma sick?" ask me to her.
Face that began to age now looks sad.As life expectancy only remains hope.Pale face with eyes begin to dim.Then it does not make his affection dim.
"Waalaikumussalam Time. How the hell are you here?" with my face, the grandmother asked back.
"Mr.." Zeva's words were cut off when a nun approached her seat, more precisely the place where Ms. Karina was sitting.
"Sorry Mom, the doctor is waiting inside" the nurse said.
Confusedly I settled not knowing. Even more strange when the nurse was present, Grandmother's face seemed to be like a confused person.
"What's this about? grandma is granny sick? then why didn't you tell me?" zeva said while holding onto Grandma's weak shoulder.
"I'm sorry, dear grandma. I don't want to make you or anyone else worry about my illness"
Grandma also finally gave up because I kept asking.And how shocked this self.Why can I not realize that all this time grandma hid her disease? and even the disease is very severe.
After explaining everything I also decided to accompany him into the room where there was a doctor in it.Rupanya all this time grandmother always did chemotherapy her disease by hiding.
After some time the chemotherapy was completed.With various explanations from the doctor ahirnya grandmother's disease seemed to begin to improve after doing a series of chemotherapy and always taking drugs regularly.
"Alright Ze, Grandma will go home now to rest.And you deliver the food to your sister, she must have been waiting for you from earlier" said Grandma when after leaving the chemotherapy room.
"But what about Grandma? I'm gonna come home and take care of Grandma at Papa's"
"It's not better to deliver the food to Ahkam's room.I'll go home with the driver and don't worry about me being okay" Grandma said.
The leaping woman however now appeared to be aging. But the warmth never faded. The shady face is now increasingly slippery due to the pale face is enveloping it.
"But grandma...."
"Don't argue.Take the food and the grandmother will go home with the driver"
"Alright" if that's what Grandma said I didn't dare to refute it.I delivered it to the front where Mang Mamat had been waiting.
After I slapped Grandma's hand and she entered the car and left the hospital, I went to Ahkam's room.
"Assalammualaikum Kak" I said when I opened the door of the room Kak Ahkam.
Don't ask me I know the room from the hospital receptionist and of course delivered by a nurse.
"Waalaikumussalam Ze" said Kak Ahkam. He had just opened his white coat and was washing his hands.
I entered the room.Look white painted room with windows and order white.The room is very clean and spacious.All the items are neatly arranged in place.
"Sorry so late Ze met Grandma here"
"Hiks.hiks.. Sis!" exclaimed Zeva he could not bear to hide his sadness.Ahkam who saw his sister crying directly approached him.
"Why are you crying?"she asked, rubbing Zeva's tears "Is grandma sick?or do you have another problem?well tell me all your problems, I'm your brother not someone else" he said again.
"Sister... Grandma's sick.." said Zeva with a mouthful.
Slowly he explained about the health of his grandmother.About the illness of his grandmother Ahkam who heard it also helped sad.He understood why his sister became sad this way.
Because the great Zeva was cared for by the Grandmother and she was also very close to her grandmother.By hugging and rubbing the shoulders of Zeva, Ahkam channeled calm for her sister.
"Relax Ze.Later we will visit the grandmother and about her illness we will try to strengthen the grandmother.Give her encouragement while undergoing treatment" said Ahkam.
At times Ahkam calms his sister by hugging her someone enters her room.
" Bak Ahkam there.." The young man's words stopped when he saw Ahkam hugging a woman who was crying.
"So what are you doing?and him! she's not Ma'am Nur.Then why are you hugging her and she's crying too?" ask the young man.
She did not see Zeva's face because Zeva's face was drowning in the chest of the field Ahkam.For Zeva the most comfortable place is Kakanya.Since since her Papa married she very rarely get affection from a man.
Comfortable is the most appropriate word when we find the most appropriate place to go home.The place to share all the likes and sorrows.The most comfortable place to complain.
Besides Allah, the next most comfortable place to go is to those who love us wholeheartedly.
Whether it's brother, brother or sister, mother, father or even friend. They are all capable of being our most comfortable home after God.
Remember that there is no love in vain when you love it because of Allah.Always involve Allah in all your affairs.Verily Allah is the most comfortable place to go.
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