Love the Happy Grief

Operation Preparation

"Well, brother where the hell is it?"

Gently, mamah rubbed Kirana's hand, while she was about to leave for campus. Is her brother coming?

"Well, this must be because of Rania deh's sister, not permission for Irsyad to come here. Huh, what kind of wife?" Kirana talked about it as well as jidat.

Papah patted Kirana on the shoulder.

"You graduated in Medina, during strata one you learned a lot there. And here you are majoring in religion too, why play guess so deck? Can't imagine that, what the lecturer said later? Adek will be stamped as--" The paper reminds. Because that's where the science goes?

Kirana shuddered, "Pah, already! Just leave first, who knows your brother went straight there." Mamah gave a warm smile, only Kirana gave a reply smiling wryly.

"If so, we stopped by Ibra's house first Pah, seemed to forget or no business of the same Rania Irsyad." Papah agreed.

"No, mah, Pah. Mending we leave first, than we wait for Irsyad." It seemed like Kirana was already angry, and she could not bear it, papah understood this.

"Patient boy! Because we don't know if your brother has any problems or other business, we're still together. Don't do that, papah sama mamah exists..." Papah also gave me spirit.

"Yes, your father said," Mamah took Kirana and Papah in front, with the driver. They were both in the passenger seat.

"This goes straight to the college, sir?"

"Yes, just go to college, sir!"

***

Irsyad prepared food for Rania, until the storm itself prepared it.

"Mas, it's best if Nurul and Onyon ask me to come here again. They'll help us, rather than you who are troubled." Rania said by taking the bowl in Rania's hand.

"Well, I'll have them back here. A little disappointed, but the laundry has piled up. There's no way I'll do it myself" said Irsyad, Irsyad helping Rania to sit down.

"He'eh, I'd like some milk dong mas." Irsyad's mind began to languish, not he today focused on his wife, to get well soon.

"Yes, but the milk's gone Na... No, at first I want to make it but yes I have made you this, warm drink in love honey. Let it be faster," said Irsyad by stroking the Rania hijab.

"Hem, don't papa. Oh yeah, doctor Fadli's home yet?" Rania stirred her porridge, then she ate. "Fadli had come home from earlier, it seemed like he was starving here. And not at home, hahaha..." Rania patted Irsyad on the back.

"Huh, it's the same thing."

"Well, what kind of a temen is he? No need to be pityed," just look out for lu Syad will get his own karma to know the taste.

"Husstt, let me eat first. Uh yes, I'll have my operation?" Irsyad.

Then he grabbed his hand and he grabbed the wife's hand, "No Na, I'm not strong even hold back tears later." Rania smiled and held tightness in the chest.

She held on until her husband really saw her happy.

***

Rania is ready in the ER room, which will soon be moved to the operating room. Irsyad bothered to this friend.

If his wife's life is not safe, then get ready Fadli's head will be slashed and rolled like a ball, passing here and there.

"Patience, I'm sure... It doesn't hurt, it only takes a few hours, after which you recover. Only God knows, we're just trying, your fearing opponent, don't think of anything weird." Irsyad has since made it clear that everything is not stiff and anxious.

"Yes, mas... I'm so strong," Rania gave a warm smile, remember today, is she still safe or not?

Because the Power has the right to know everything, if Rania is taken out of her life now Rania is ready, because every living thing will return to its original place.

But, according to Irsyad amit-amit if he is a widower now, because it is not Irsyad wait. His wife had said, the second person in the world besides his mother, therefore Irsyad was persistent to encourage his wife to be happy and emit a light that was initially dim, bright again.

***

"Where are you ready, sir?" ask the nurse who pushed the patient's bed into the operating room.

"Bissmillah, God willing God will always protect you, Na." Peeping his wife's forehead and firming his heart, let it feel like a plong of his soul and body.

Finally the friction of the wheels towards the operating room made Irsyad instantly goosebumps, every word will definitely really happen.

Irsyad commits to pray that everything will run normally, and in accordance with the reality.

Aamiins.

Fadli who was heading to the operating room, stopped his steps, Irsyad stared intently, like killing people.

"Santayy bro, don't take it too hard! Leave everything to me, same uncle I have inside." Irsyad clenched his hands.

"Review it!!! And I want to ask how Rania is doing in the future?" Fadli. "You're not doing the surgery yet, I've asked you ahead... Yes, wait for the results... God gives an opportunity for anyone who has the right to be healed, I've been to the operating room first... Assalamu'alaikum," said Fadli with a step gontai.

Irsyad hesitated, but this was for the good of his wife, he would be unable to cry.

"Wa'alaikumsalam," until he forgot to answer the greeting from what Fadli had just said.

Where his face during this time, being a doctor saw his wife was sick along with the plot in the story.

Seriate...

Dag-dug sweerrr, adoh why ya today kayak in pursuit of deadline task, and make a novel 🙃, seems tired already🥴.

Okay bye-bye, thanks.