Kun Fayakun's

Hair

**dear Heart

Be calm!

God will not betray you, let you down. Because he is not a man who can do that. All your hard work, sacrifice, patience, struggle and waiting will not be in vain.

Don't grieve!

Just because God has not answered your prayers, you need not despair. Keep praying. One day it will certainly materialize even in a time that cannot be specified**.

Ze conscious. All looked happy as if the sun that had been covered in cloudy clouds had now shone again.

Millions of gratitude cannot be expressed in words. Everything in the room came back closer to Zeva. Although he was conscious, he could not wake up completely.

"Badan Ze all sick" that's Zeva's complaint when asked if someone is sick or not?

The doctor smiled, but not the others. All were anxious and looked at the smiling doctor with a million questions.

"It's okay it's normal. For five days Ze slept and never realized so natural if his body stiff. Later will also return to normal" said the middle-aged doctor who is very friendly.

Everybody smile. Relieved? that's certain. Soon Grandma and Mr. Mahendra also arrived. Grandma looked excited with a happy heart she headed straight to Branka Zeva. The old woman was eager to hug her beloved granddaughter. But when he saw Ze still lay his intention in his mouth.

"Honey quickly healed ya" Grandma said while kissing Zeva's forehead wrapped in bandages.

The doctor who saw the warmth of the family went straight out. He wanted to give a separate room for the family to pour out all its uneg-unek while waiting for Zeva to wake up.

"Ze we'll talk to you a lot. But later! you need to heal first. If you recover later we will have a long conversation" Klara said with excitement. Zeva simply responded with a smile.

"Why not talk today?"

"Don't be crazy Ze! you just realized and you have to rest a lot for recovery. After all one day is not enough to tell a story" Denied Lena responding to Zeva's remarks.

"All right, well I'm receding"

"Well, if so, we go home first. You see we have business" Seulas smiles rise on both of Zeva's best friend's faces.

"Light later we will often look at you anyway"

"Be careful" said Zeva.

The two girls finally left after saying goodbye to everyone.

"Bak Nur, where's Ahkam?" With a twist of his gaze Ze asked. All have seen and greeted him. But the kakanya was invisible.

"He still has Ze's surgery assignment. Later he will come" Nur stroked Zeva's head while saying.

"Sir, how healthy is the baby dede right?" Zeva stroked Nur's enlarged stomach with weakly limped hands.

"Thank God he's healthy. Maybe she misses her aunt. Her aunt hadn't greeted her in the morning" a smile appeared on Nur and Zeva's faces.

Since living in Indonesia and Zeva lived in the house Ahkam she was often stroking Nur's stomach in the morning. And since Zeva returned to the main house it has not been done again because he also had the biggest accident.

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It had been three days since Zeva came to her senses. Everyone faithfully visited him. Starting from family, friends, friends, and caffe employees also alternated to visit him.

But different than today. Maybe because today is Monday so everything is busy with their respective affairs. This morning Mother, Papa Malik and Grandma have not visited. Maybe more work that's what he thought.

kreKKkkkp...

Amidst the boredom of Zeva the door opened and showed the figure of a man who loved him very much.

Ahkam and Kafi visit Zeva. Kahfi told a lot of stories and maybe they are currently undergoing an approach.

The young man smiled and approached where his sister was lying. He slowly helped her sit up and lean on the pillow behind her.

"Ze where's your hijab? why not wear it?"

"Ze's hair hasn't been draped yet. Mother or Grandma and the others have not come here. New brother coming. So nothing helped Ze comb this long hair" Zeva lamented.

"Ehhh little sister brother. Where's the comb? let the sister tidy it up" Ahkam raised a hand asking for a comb to Zeva.

"It's the comb" Zeva thrusts the comb over Ahkam's palm "But can big brother? Ze's hair will be long later brother bother" he continued again.

"It's easy and won't be a hassle. You're my brother and everything to you. As soon as healed there is waiting for you to go to the next bajagia" said Ahkam.

"There-there's just one brother. I have always been happy all this time too. Which way to happiness again?"

"It's healing fast. Later you also know" Ahkam painstakingly and slowly he combed his sister's hair.

The scene that looks is like when a father is laughing happily while piggybacking his little daughter's hair.

Ahkam and Zeva talked and laughed. Every now and then ahkam pranks Zeva by tinkering at her hair so that it turns into a funny shape.

"Your hair is very long, if it's pinched in two and given a little bangs over the eyebrows and given a pink rabbit clasp you're exactly like a Kindergarten child. Hahahha" Ahkam's laughter broke as he imagined it.

Imagination wild. Looking at Zeva was like looking at a Kindergarten boy, that was how he thought.

"I'm so excited to see you. It used to be papau-like cheeks, puffed up like this" Ahkam gave a cute expression as she puffed her cheeks and laughed again.

"Sister, you kept mocking me. I will pray that if your daughter is like me, she will be like me. Having cuby cheeks and puffiness like this" Zeva did not want to lose she also showed her expression while puffing her cheeks.

"Haha. Your cheeks are still puffed up from small as well. But ever since you got sick this cheek became thin" Ahkam said he cupped Zeva's cheek and landed a kiss there.

"I've grown up don't kiss me on the cheek. Brother can only kiss me here" Zeva held the top of her head "And even then if I don't have a husband yet. And later if you have a husband you can't kiss me" added Zeva again.

"You're still my little girl. Adorable. Already wearing her hijab" Ahkam thrusts her maroon-colored instant hijab and helps Zeva wear it "Chealing quickly" Ahkam rubbed Zeva's head gently.

The peaceful scene in the room did not go unnoticed by the middle-aged man outside Zeva's door.

Be happy? that's how he feels. Namu is also a piece of regret stored in the heart. Regret why they were separated as children? If it had not been separated for sure he would have been able to see the development of his two children when he was a child.

"Assalammualaikum" said the middle-aged man opening the door.

"Vaalaikumussalam. Papa!" Ahkam and Zeva cried when they saw Papa standing in the doorway and stepping in.

"How are you doing, baby?" Mr. Mahendra asked as he gently rubbed Zeva's head.

"Thank God, it's getting better"

"Thank God"

A smile rose on his face as he spoke. Lately since Zeva was in an accident and in the care of Mr. Mahendra more often care about Zeva and slowly turned warmer when with family.

That's a good change. There is great progress in it. The change is also the result of one's sacrifice.

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