Love for Zahra (END)

Love for Zahra (END)
99. Lowest Point



They arrived at Ega's stately home after about a ten-minute walk from the cemetery. In the house it still looks crowded by mourners who arrive.


Ega guides Zahra to come with him to accompany him to meet the mourners who are none other than his papa business partners. The girl sat quietly beside Ega and occasionally smiled as she accidentally met them.


Being in a crowd like this left the girl engulfed in unrest and uneasiness. He is unable to socialize well because of his hearing that has not returned.


One by one the mourners returned home. Then came another mourner. Until nightfall, no mourners came.


"You tired?" ask Ega to Zahra who has been with him all day. Although many mourners gave a cynical and dismissive look at him because of his troubled hearing he still tried hard and accompanied his fiancee.


"Let's take a break" said Ega. He embraces Zahra and takes her to the second floor where her room is located.


"Ega. Can I rest in my room that I normally occupy?" the door to the man.


Ega nodded and escorted Zahra to the room in question. He opened the door for his girl.


"Rest. I'll go back to my room" said Ega before leaving.


Kissed Zahra's forehead for so long. Making her cheeks red receive Ega's treatment. After that he came out of the room Zahra occupied.


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Zahra POVs


I closed the door to my room after Ega left. I locked the door immediately before anyone entered the room.


I know, these two days are tough days for Ega. So do I.


My hearing that never improved made me more depressed with the situation now. I feel like every time I cross paths with people in this house they always give me a condescending look.


My little heart is sure, they obviously don't like me. Maybe because I'm a cripple now. Can't hear.


Really, I want to cry every time they look at me like that. I often find them talking and watching me. My feeling was that they were using me at the time.


I'm not strong with the current situation. What do I need to do so I can hear again?


If I keep like this. Will Ega still love me?


The fear of it began to appear in my heart. What if I can't hear forever? What if my voice disappears if I can't hear it anymore?


Am I going to be dumb and deaf?


Imagining it really makes me unable to stem the tears that never end.


How will I continue my life? If I continue to be with Ega, it is not impossible that he will be ashamed of having a deaf wife like me.


Will the Ega family accept me well if I stay like this?


Oh God, what should I do?


How will I live my next day, O God?


It has been a great pleasure to me all this time. Now that You have only taken the hearing favors that You gave me, it makes me feel like I have no spirit to continue tomorrow.


O Allah. I was afraid that they would leave me because now I'm disabled.


I don't know how long I've been sitting behind this door. My whole body feels cold and makes me a little unwell.


And again I felt my ears ringing loudly. I don't know how many times I've felt something like this all day.


Every ear is ringing, it hurts so much. My head hurts too the nausea that suddenly comes.


This whole day I could hide the pain in my head from the people who were in this house.


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"This afternoon, where's your future wife?" ask one of Ega's aunts.


"Attent, Aunt. Let me see him in his room. Have breakfast first" replied Ega.


He moved from his seat in the dining room. He stepped up the stairs to the room in Zahra's place.


Sayup-sayup from the direction of the dining room he still heard his relatives were talking about his future wife.


He could only sigh harshly. Continue to approach Zahra.


The light blue door Zahra occupied by occasionally calling her fiance's name. He forgot that Zahra might not have heard his call.


Try turning that doorknob. Locked up. Anxiety slipped within him. Worried something bad happened to Zahra.


Without a second thought, he immediately broke down the door of the room. Until the fourth experiment, the door was opened.


"Zahra," call Ega.


He walked quickly to the bed. There Zahra is seen still asleep. Once he was a few steps away from the bed, he saw his girl with her eyes closed and sweat flooding her face.


"By!" He shook Zahra's body a little. There was no response. And instead he was surprised because the body of the girl's hand was cold as ice.


"Ra, what's wrong with you? Zahras!" Ega uses a little Zahra's body.


The girl moved her head slightly. Trying to open his eyes that felt very heavy. Even his head seemed unable to move.


"Mother.." said the girl.


"Dear, what's wrong with you? We're going to the hospital, yeah," Ega's worried.


"Mother, my head hurts. Cold, Bun. My ears are also sick," he lamented in a hoarse voice holding back his cries.


Without asking any more, Ega immediately raised Zahra's body. The weak body was brought to the hospital.


"Sir Udin! Please prepare the car, sir. We're going to the hospital now!" ega called out to one of his drivers.


"Sir Udin! Anybody! Please get the car ready!" the man shouted because there was no answer from Mr. Udin.


Some people who were having breakfast in the dining room immediately approached and saw what was happening.


"Why your future wife?" ask one of the people there in a cynical tone.


"No idea, Auntie. I broke down the door he was like this" replied Ega in panic.


"Om help me get Zahra to the hospital, please" the man told him.


He felt sorry and immediately took his car keys. Ega immediately takes Zahra to follow omya who will take her to the hospital.


"Zahra, wake up, honey? You're all right, sweetie? You can hear my voice, can't you, honey?" ega's grunts near the head of his guild he was hugging.


"Om, please hurry," said Ega impatiently.


"Patience. It's hours of leaving the office. the streets are very crowded," he said.


Rubbing his face violently Ega no longer said anything.


"Calm down. Your future wife will not die. He doesn't have a history of severe illness, does he?" said the middle-aged man in a very unpleasant tone.


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