Kun Fayakun's

Marveled

A blood relationship is simply a reason for an identity in a relationship. But one's affection for others need not have any reason. Although there is a blood relationship or not, if it is dear then still dear

The operating room seemed closed. All of the Zeva family was waiting outside the room, feeling upset, anxious and anxious to blend into one.

In the operating room, the tools needed have appeared neatly lined up on the table. The lights in the room made things seem gripping. It is not easy to mistake the patient's life into a bet.

Several sisters took over their respective duties. Infis hose seems to hang nicely. The green uniform adds to the atmosphere of being tense.

While outside the room appeared the two friends Zeva was walking closer to where all waiting.

"Assalammualaikum" greeting greetings from the two beautiful hijab girls with distinctive features on each face.

"Waalaikumussalam" all turned to the source of the voice of the person who said hello.

Clare and Lena hurriedly and crucified the elders in the Zeva family. "Mother is here too?" ask Lena.

"Yes son. Mother just got to last night"

"Bun is patient. Zeva is strong" Klara looks pity to see the condition of Mother Laura's eyes that look moist.

"Yes son" Lovingly Lena and Klara flocked to embrace Mother Zeva.

"Miss. How's grandma doing? terahir said Zeva's grandmother was doing treatment is not it?" After taking off her arms Lena approached Ny Karina who was sitting in the hospital chair.

"Yes Le, Alhamdulillah began to improve" Ny Karina held soft cheek Lena "We pray for Ze, she is a strong girl is not it?" said Mrs Karina.

"Emm yes Grandma" Klara also approached and affectionately hugged Ms. Karina's two best friends. Don't ask about their relationship. They are like siblings. Love and strengthen each other.

Lena and Klara also chat with Papa Malik, Mr Mahendra and Mrs Veronika.

"Mbak Nur, right?" Lena asked when she saw the sky-blue hijab woman sitting not far from Mother.

"Yes" a sweet smile rose on her pretty face.

"Lena and Klara, Ma'am" Klara said with a hand out.

"Come here" Nur hugged alternately Klara and Lena.

"Mbak Nur's pregnant?" Asked the beautiful girl in black hijab and only answered a nod and smile from Nur. Klara grabbed Nur's stomach and rubbed it slowly.

"Akkam where is Ma'am? How come it's not here?" Ask Lena.

"He's also again a duty, there's an operation he has to handle"

"Loh so the one inside isn't Brother Ahkam?" shocked Klara. He thinks Zeva's handling is Ahkam.

After that conversation, the atmosphere became quiet again. All were silent and dissolved in each other's minds.

Without feeling the time is rolling quickly. The operating light has been extinguished indicating that the operation is complete. All back lined up at the door waiting for the doctor to come out with the results of the operation.

kreKK.....

The door opened and Kahfi came out of the room. Removing the mask on his face he walked up to Mr. Mahendra who was standing closest to the door.

"Dok how's the operation? smoothly?" Mr. Ahkam immediately charged to ask a question.

"Alhamdulillah, the operation is smooth" said Kahfi, immediately all said hamdalah after hearing the doctor's statement.

"The patient will be transferred to the hospital room. The problem of when we will realize we see later. There is still a possibility for patients to fall back into a coma. But we leave everything to the creator"

Relieved? that's certain. Although there was anxiety after hearing the doctor's next remark but at least they still had hope to see Zeva regained consciousness.

After a short conversation, Kahfi left all of Zeva's family. The young man returned to his room to clean himself up and pack up.

..Kahfi POV..

"Oh Allah, however, I will try to make him recover. A hint of hope becomes the foundation to keep trying. That girl? yes she's. He was the one I could only look at from a distance and never even thought I could touch, but this time I was able to touch. But unfortunately he was helpless, only a pale face with no hope of life in sight"

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Long black hair appears to decompose without a binder or hijab wrapper.

"The word of the doctor of the patient can only be found after 3 or 4 hours. That's also visitors are not allowed to enter the crowd" such is the message of the female sister after leaving the room Zeva.

"Sus, when will the patient be conscious?" Papa Malik.

"We'll look in front of sir. If the patient does not experience a coma eating 3 to 4 hours in front of the patient will be aware of the influence of anesthesia"

"All right sir, ma'am excuse me" a smile rose on the sister's lips and left everyone.

"Ma! go to lunch first. Let me wait here" said Mr. Mahendra.

"I'm just here! I'll wait for my granddaughter to wake up" Ms. Karina said.

"It's lunch time, Mama go have lunch with the others. Let me wait here. Don't let Mama and the others get sick. If it hurts then who will take care of Ze later?"

With all the persuasion, Ms. Karina wants to go for lunch. Not only the other Mrs Karina also went to lunch in the hospital cafeteria.

Klara, Lena, Nur, Bunda, Ny Karina, Veronika and Papa Malik are already in the hospital canteen. Everyone ordered food as needed.

Tasteful or not they have to keep eating, to stay healthy and later be able to keep and care for Zeva.

"Dear you wait here. I will deliver drinks and lunch for Mr Mahendra" said Papa Malik. He had finished his message without rest.

Not greedy but unfortunately if the food is left and wasted. That's going to redundant, isn't it?

"Yes well" replied the Mother while holding the soft hand of Papa Malik.

Papa Malik left the hospital canteen with a serving of lunch and mineral water. Not to forget the two cups of coffee he brought in to be able to eliminate drowsiness and saturation during the wait.

"Assalammualavall. It's eating you also need energy to be able to take care of Ze" said Papa Malik while handing over the food he brought.

"Thank you, but you don't have to bother"

"Have eaten" Papa Malik sat next to Mr Mahendra.

Calmly Mr Mahendra received the food he brought him "Why do you care so much about me? and do you also care about my daughter" Mr Mahendra asked.

"I care about you because of humanity and you ask me if I leduli to your daughter? hah" declared Papa Malik "Do not ask that she is also my daughter, although not from my flesh and blood" continued Papa Malik.

"Is that how dear you are to him?"

"People's affection for others cannot be measured just because of blood or not. I don't have to have a reason to love him. After all she's a sweet, petite and adorable girl. Anyone who sees it will surely love him" explained Papa Malik.

"But you never met him as a kid?"

"I never met and cared for her when she was a child, but I often got in touch with the little girl over the internet. Laura my wife also always told me about the little girl. And without feeling now he is very big. Unfortunately, he is now fighting for his next life"

Papa Malik's face becomes sad when telling a story. He remembered the little girl who was first married to Bubda Laura called him 'papa malik'.

Not only did he have one daughter, but Papa Malik had two daughters and one son. One biological daughter but did not distinguish the two children sambu it.

Unwittingly the conversation of the two men who had entered middle age was heard by Bubnda and Ny Karina.

There is gratitude and admiration for Mrs Karina. There are many people who love their grandchildren. So too with Mother.

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