Love of Muhallil

Hizbahs

Flash back on last week

"It's raining so hard, ah shit____!" Meca hit the steering wheel, because the car broke down at the wrong time. The weather is not good, it is on strike. Ah base can't be compromised!

Meca immediately contacted the subscription workshop to immediately come to his help.There is fear in Meca's heart, when looking outside the car glass, the air outside is cold and creepy. It's dark, it's raining, it's serem again.

The rain was so heavy, plus the thunder roar that heard.

Meca observes outside of the car, fearing criminals, fearing creepy things like ghosts for example. Meca closed her eyes, expelling the worry that came to slip suddenly.

"Please_____!"

Bugh...

Bugh..

Meca held onto her chest.His eyes turned towards the right and left of the car glass, a feeling of fear creeping in Meca's heart. What's that sound, ah maybe Mecca misheard. Maybe the wind was blown by the rain on the branches of the trees.

Pl-please...

The voice is back. Meca was nervous and scared, why on this night, there was a voice of people asking for help, it was a human voice or not.

Long_____

"Geez, what's that sound?" lirih Meca tried to neutralize the feeling of fear.

venturing out, Meca slowly opened the windshield and looked outside. Due to the extremely heavy rain, Meca's eyes could not see outside clearly, let alone it was already night. Occasionally there is lightning Thunder that makes Meca stop to get out of the car.

After observing for a while, my eyes saw something that made his heart beat violently.

Just to the left of the road, there was someone floating on the wood.

Right on the river connecting between the bridge work projects, Meca held onto her chest with mixed feelings.

Meca immediately closed the windshield, closed her eyes hoping that what Meca saw was wrong, and just a hallucination. Is that the ghost of one of the dead worker's spirits? Meca desperately endured the fear. After feeling calmer, Meca opened her eyes again.

Meca slowly turned to the left again, and the man was still there. It's not a ghost, but a person. Meca hesitated between helping or letting it go.

But if left alone, that person could die. But, if it turns out that person is dead, Meca will definitely be accused of killing people.

Meca knew it might be one of the workers in the development project that Meca was running, but Meca stopped helping. Meca was completely confused, Meca chose to stay in the car.

Highlight the car lights, causing Meca to panic.

Car repair shop must have come, as soon as it.

Meca came out with an umbrella, got out of the car and told a lie. "Help me sir, the man tried to help me, but he slipped and fell into the river as he was about to fetch some water," inexplicably Meca was trying to help the man.

A car mechanic looked over where someone was on the wood.

With a body that swung, it seemed like the man looked motionless, the mechanic who subscribed to Meca felt hesitant to help the man who was in the river.

"Sir, I beg you!" pinta Meca pleaded.

The mechanic shakily helped Meca. "but Mom, if anything happens to this man, we can go to jail. Because there is no evidence that we are innocent here, there's only us here, ma'am, I don't want to be a suspect, ma'am, we better call the police, ma'am!"

"Please, sir. Don't report to the police, then the problem gets longer." Pinta Meca.

With a puzzled face, the mechanic helps Meca lift a seriously injured man to the ground.

"But this seems like a serious injury not a fall injury. The wound that must be treated immediately, look at his face ashen as it does not bleed anymore." the middle-aged man looked at Meca in surprise.

Meca looked at the man's face, the face of a man who was somehow able to make Meca feel she had to help him.

Like there's a magnet, which attracts Meca to be able to do more.

Meca looked at the helpless man with a strange feeling.

Once Meca's car was ready to allow what would have been damaged, Meca quickly took the man to an elite hospital for intensive and complete treatment.

"What's the patient's name?" A nurse asked Meca when she was going to write the patient's name.

"Hey___" answered Meca Asal in surprise at Sister's question.

"Hey my God, Hey what, Hey what_____ my God!" Meca patted her own eel.

The nurse looked at Meca in surprise, because Meca looked so confused and agitated.

"I mean, Hizam. I used to call him Hey" Meca explained that she hoped the nurse was unsuspecting and understood Meca's intentions.

"Alright mother, please finish the administration. The patient must be operated on immediately."

"Operation___!" Meca's surprised.

"Yes, mother, because there are many collisions in the head of Hizam patients. There are some severe injuries in the legs, bruises, even broken bones in the patient's hands."

Meca looked up, so badly was the wound of the man she found. What would be more terrible than this broken bone.

That man will die, how will Meca bury him.

"I'm sorry, ma'am." The nurse left Meca, after Meca signed a letter of approval for the surgery.

Drt...

Meca's phone shook, Meca was shocked.

Who in the middle of the night is calling.

Papa's..

Meca swiped the screen of her phone, answering the phone call.

"Meca, what are you doing, baby?" meca's voice from across there.

"I'm, ah ordinary pa. There's a little unfinished work. What's the matter, Dad, why is it so late at night you called Meca?"

"Well, papa can't sleep. papa miss you son," explained papa Meca.

"I'm sorry Meca ya pa. But Meca is still busy. Meca's work is a lot and still piling up, but Meca promises that after all Meca's business is done, Meca will go straight home."

"Promise.it always is. Your promise is a fake, son."

"No pa, this time Meca said seriously, okay. Papa don't worry, Meca's fine."

"Papa wait, now papa is in the hospital, papa gout disease relapses, papa's legs are difficult to walk," explained papa Meca told.

"Yes." Yeah." Reply papa Meca is lazy.

Call disconnected.

Meca sat in a special chair waiting, Meca worried what would be done to the man she had found?

Trings..

A chat message came in

Clique

Meca opened a message from her papa, a man in a navy shirt sitting on top of a car so cool.

"Hanafi her name, papa intends to match you with her. You have long separated from your husband, even your husband has three children, you are still loyal to your divorce status. Come on, boy, move on."

"Pa. next time just discuss the problem. I'm lazy to talk about the problem of prospective husbands," replied Meca lazily.

"This time you can't resist, papa's been waiting a long time. In fact, now papa is old, has often been sickly. Papa's afraid he can't hold the grandchild you'll give him later."

Meca exhaled a rough breath.

Problem after problem comes, the workmanship project is destroyed, there will be a lot of losses, because the project this time is really fatal.

Many lives were lost because of the projects that Meca worked on, even the Meca company will hold compensation funds or insurance for every life lost.

Meca pinched her forehead, the mixed feeling made Meca speechless and stared straight ahead.

Sretti...

Several nurses took the man she helped to the operating room.

Meca exhaled, hoping the operation went smoothly.

"Bombs____!" Meca smiled, imagining the ridiculous name he called himself.

Meca slowly followed until the front of the operating room. Meca will wait until the operation is over, Meca hopes that the man she finds can survive.

******

"Mother had a mild stroke, O God pity mother," Nahla rubbed Malik's arm.

Malik remained silent and looked at Malik.

"Already Mom, we're all there for mom, I don't think anything. Mother must be strong, we will try to make mother healed again, and by praying, insyallah mother will soon recover and healthy." said Mr. Malik encouraging.

Ms. Malik closed her eyes, the tears fell down her cheeks.

"Haya, we're going back to the village. You will find a way for traditional maternal treatment, hopefully the mother will soon recover through herbal healing agents. Because at the acupuncture site, many have recovered from the disease."

Haya bowed bitterly, Attar who was in his sling also looked at Haya who closed his eyes. The feeling of heaviness and unrelenting pain is reduced, it is still equally painful.

"Haya, listen son. We leave only temporarily, after mother can walk again we will immediately visit you, do not worry son," said Mr. Malik, seeing Haya down sobbed bitterly.

Huhuhuhu

Haya could not help the pain in the heart that kept fluttering, Haya hugged Ma Malik so lovingly.

Hoot

Hixes..

Haya shook weakly.

Haya wants to say no, but this is for the sake of the healing of Malik, although heavy but Haya must give up the return of her parents to the village.

"Take care of yourself, son, if there's anything, call Mom and Dad, we'll always be there for you. You have to be strong and passionate, don't give up!"

Haya is getting more and more confused.

"Whatever happens, stay upbeat for the sake of your children. Don't be discouraged, don't despair, don't be sad, there's a God who's always with you at every step of your foot."

Hixes..

Hixes..

Malik hugged Haya.

"do not leave prayers, and other worship. Always pray for the father," Mr. Malik could not resist the grief, his tears fell.

Malik quickly rubbed the clear circle.

"father and mother?"

Mr. Malik pushed the wheelchair that took Ms. Malik to the travel car, which was already standing bye in front of the clinic.

"Sir Nahla, take care of yourself. Don't linger angry with Abi and Umi, if you feel better, go home, meet your parents, they will miss you. Don't forget to take Jak Evan with you" Malik advised Nahla.

"Yes, sir." answered Nahla while kissing the reverence of Mr. Malik's hand.

Then he hugged Malik.

"May the mother be healed soon" Nahla wiped Malik's tears. Nahla knows that if Malik is very hurt this time, Nahla does not want to make Ms. Malik even sadder with her cries.

With as much as possible, Nahla was firm and looked fine.

Mr. Malik kissed Attar who was in Haya's arms. "grandfather go home first yes, tomorrow we play again, do not be naughty with Mother, take care of mother huh?" mr. Malik rubbed Attar's head.

Little Attar could only look and see the people around him sad and teary-eyed.

Slowly the car that was riding Mr. Malik and Ms. Malik walked away, slowly creeping away, lost and invisible again.

Nahla hugged the troubled Haya..

Hoot

Hixes..

"Yes Allah___!" Haya quivered to hold the feeling that increasingly pierced the heart. The pain is very deep, can Haya step without the presence of Ahmad Faiz, a man who is able to make Haya turned into a better woman.

Will Haya be able to look at the outside world with her persistence as a single parent to Attar and the baby in the womb?

Is Haya capable of doing all that?