Love Shielded Risue

tiny baby

At home, Isti looks at the rain that has been heavy while holding a mobile phone in hand. The chat message he sent was still unread. It was past Magrib's time. Makes his mind wander everywhere.

"Ummi, this is the tea first." Merr placed one medium-sized glass on the table. "Ommy?"

I looked up, his hands were shaking. "Merr, Ummi feels bad. Farah's mind is with Aiman."

"Would you try a phone?"

"The numbers are not active. It should have arrived."

Merr suddenly got a bad feeling. Until the sound of Bilal's car outside, he felt a little relieved when he knew his husband had gone home.

"Merr came out first, Yes Ummi" he said, replying with a nod of his head.

On the porch of the house, Merr waited for her husband who was walking with an umbrella.

"Assalamualaikum–"

"Getishalam." Merr kissed the husband's hand directly. "A' earlier, Farah came here. Continued since returning home until now can not be contacted. Ummi is rich in thought."

"The same direction as Aiman?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"What time is it coming home?"

"From four o'clock this afternoon."

"Maybe more busy times," replied Bilal while looking at the clock in his hand that had shown at seven less than a quarter.

"Maybe.." she answered. Bilal came in to his mother, but only until the mobile phone door in his bag rang.

"Now, Aiman the Phone." Bilal smiled at her smile. Merr herself was a little relieved. "Hello, Assalamualaikum?"

Bilal received it cheerfully, but a strange thing happened. Aiman's voice was as hoarse as crying. Bilal himself was still listening until he finished making his smile dim for a moment.

"innalilahi wa innailaihi roji'un," his murmur made Merr curious.

"Now his condition is critical, A'. Farah had to have surgery, because our son had to be rescued immediately."

"Innalilah.." he muttered, rubbing his face. His eyes immediately cut into the river. "Yes, do anything immediately. The important thing is that both survived."

Isti who was not wearing his veil immediately approached Bilal. "What's wrong?"

Bilal hung up his phone call after it was over, then hugged his mother.

"Bilal, what's wrong?"

"Ummi was patient, Aiman and Farah had an accident. Now Farah's condition is critical, Mi."

"Innalise... Farah?" Suddenly, Ummi's cry broke. Sobbing in the arms of Bilal who repeatedly exhaled him, His hand also seemed to wipe his eyes. Pause for a few minutes, before finally rushing to the hospital after praying Isya.

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In the hospital...

Aiman stood as he looked at Ummi, Bilal, Maryam and Hafiz. Bilal immediately hugged Aiman's body which actually needed treatment as well. But because the man was worried about his wife and future children, he refused to do treatment.

"Sorry, I can't take care of Farah." His issue.

"Sssstt.. don't say that, it's a disaster. Farah must be fine," Bilal tried to calm down. Until a nurse came out.

"Home Farah–'s mother" she exclaimed. Aiman then released Bilal's embrace and approached.

"I, sister."

"Father's baby is born, thank God you're safe."

"Alhamdulillah.." he murmured. "Then my wife?"

"His mother has not been able to pass through the critical period. And right now it's gonna take a lot of blood sir."

"Astagfirullah al'azim" he muttered.

"Maybe you want to accuse your son first?"

"Yes sus..." Aiman wiped his tears.

"In the meantime, there's no one here who has blood type O?"

"I! golong my blood O," replied Isti immediately.

"There again?"

"Alright, you can come with me to come in. While mom and mom wait for the officer who will take you to the lab room, yes."

"Yes Sus," they answered almost simultaneously. The door closed after Aiman entered. Bilal also took his mother's body.

"Flood... Bilal?" His issue.

"inshaAllah, Farah will heal Ummi. Let's just pray."

"Hiks, O God..." Ummi Isti's feet are like limp. So that makes Bilal invite him to sit in a long chair, while waiting for a nurse who will take Merr and Isti to the laboratory.

Meanwhile, in the operating room. Aiman looked at the glass, seeing some nurses still handling his wife. Make his steps stop.

"Oh Allah, my wife..." Aiman rubbed his tears back.

"Please come over here, sir," said the nurse. Aiman looked again. Then back to move his legs into a special room, then approached one of the cots.

As if everything was covered in mist, Aiman could not help but cry. Between happy to see his son, but sad and afraid of the condition of his wife. Slowly he leaned over to put his hands in his ears.

"Allahu Akbar's... Allah Akbar..." Aiman echoed the Adhan near his son's ear while holding the tingle that gripped the esophagus. Finished Adzan and Iqamah, Aiman raised the petite body of his son. "It's Abi, son."

Again Aiman sobbed, while hugging his son who looked calm in his arms. Not crying at all, even if his eyes are open.

***

Two days...

Farah's condition is still the same. Not giving a response, his life still depends on medical devices attached almost all over his body.

A nurse approached them. Rumored if Mother Farah's baby can be brought home.

The one who heard that could only cry. Looking at Farah's body.

"His daughter can go home, but her mother how?" Isti Gumam. Maryam rubbed her mother-in-law's shoulder.

"Ummi, if Maryam brought her son Farah home first how? Let Maryam take care of it first."

Isti. "Taking care of the baby might be a bit of a hassle. Is it okay?"

"Yes, not papa. If Ummi and Aiman allow it, Maryam will help take care of him first."

Bilal smiled when he heard that. Ummi looked back at the glass. Looking at Aiman who was still waiting for his wife while reading the small Qur'an in his hand. Then he turned back to Mary, then nodded.

"Later Bilal tried to say the same to Aiman. He must have agreed." Bilal immediately stepped into the ICU room approaching Aiman. After a while Bilal came back out, carrying permission from Aiman. Instead, the man thanked Maryam and Bilal. Aiman slid both hands in front of his chest. His lips thanked Merr.

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And after taking care of the administration, Farah's son named Umar was already in Maryam's arms. The woman kissed the tiny baby who was still red with feelings of affection like to her biological child.

After arriving home. Bilal arranged their room and prepared a baby mattress for Umar. Do not forget to also clean and boil the milk bottle below. When he finished, he went back to his room.

"Will you drink milk now?"

Merr turned her head, she was currently changing the baby boy's diaper.

"not yet A'. still full of power, just look. He slept again, " Maryam answered still focused on tying the rope.

"you can, anyway?" ask Bilal who is sitting on the side of the bed. Observing the flexible movement of the wife wearing a cloth bedong on his tiny body Umar.

"Alhamdulillah, when Arshila's son was born, I helped her take care of Daffa. So rich in training."

"oh..." Bilal rubbed Umar's tiny head, smiling. After that glance towards the bucket. "this I wash first, yes."

"Still a little A'. Let me just..."

"no papa, in the wind. Let's not run out. Or maybe later tonight with disposable diapers, huh? a'a's gonna buy it out of nyuci."

Merr nodded happily, looking at the gaze of the husband who was completely inseparable from the baby who returned to sleep in his bed. Before long the man grabbed the bucket and took it out for washing.

Just finished washing and drying. Bilal heard Umar's cries and rushed back up to the second floor.

"why, darling?" ask after opening the room door.

"A' his wealth Umar thirst."

When wiping the sweat on the forehead, then approached his wife just to kiss the baby who was in Maryam's sling.

"A'a make milk first," hurried again to walk to the table. Open the plastic bag and then remove the milk from the box. "Oh, the pacifier is still in his rich kitchen," half ran Bilal out of the room. Maryam who saw that chuckled.

"Come in a panic, son," he said before falling silent for a moment, "uh..kok be Abi?" Laughing to himself, he remembered that this boy was his nephew. "MashaAllah, funny you."

Merr was pleased, as he was able to get closer to Umar. If the same time Akhri not be able to carry, want to come to Nia's house just like not allowed by the second wife of her ex-husband. But already, it was the past that he did not want to remember anymore.