Love Zahra

azzanine safety

"AZAAANNNNN!!," cried Zahra who found Azan's condition was being carried by the ambulance.

"quiet Zahra, calm down, now join the ambulance, you're her mother,"

"mmm" Zahra nodded in understanding.

***

"how is my son doc," Zahra approached the doctor who came out of the room.

"mona, at the age of such a small baby, his body is so weak, actually this disease is rare to attack a baby, his body is too weak, he said, maybe this is because the intake of nutrients is so minimal that the immune power was weakened and can not strengthen the stamina" explained the doctor who also worried to see the state of Zahra.

"then doc, she's just one of my encouragement to live all this time" Zahra clasped her own hands, holding her own, all this time he had been so weak that his spirit came back just because the azan was present in his world, he would do anything for the sake of the azan.

"probably because of his premature birth that his body was so weak, and it seems that when he was in the cage he did not get good care, he was not, your baby should get special care until he is 5 years old he should check up often, and regularly, as well as the drugs he uses should be imported, and I think you. regarding the cost of this treatment.." doctors hesitated to tell Zahra the cost of treatment that would be spent on Azan knowing the state of Zahra, not yet the cost of imported drugs each month that are expected to cost tens of millions, he said, not to mention having to check up every week, not to mention the intake of nutrients and vitamins that are very required for growth and immunity.

" well doc I understand, do my best for my son, I go first I'll come back later, " Zahra nodded in understanding that this was the path she had chosen from the beginning so whatever the risk she would still struggle, there was no stopping halfway through Zahra's life, before Zahra passed away, he saw the azan from the glass of the door of the room, full of trembling and helpless sweat holding the glass with the shadow of his son.

you are my angel son (remember when Azan holds Zahra's index finger), you must live, only you are the mother's encouragement now son (remember when Azan fell asleep in Zahra's chest because he was tired of playing) you are still too small to leave your weak mother (remember when Azan laughed if Zahra tickled her when Azan finished bathing and ready to wear clothes) your dear mother, son, survive dear mother will return. he slowly removed his hand from the glass by tightly clenching his hand, unable to withstand the tightness of the chest, made her feel as if she was such a strong woman that God tested her to this extent.

Zahra also passed he was a little careless, he was confused to ask for help who else, with forced he called Tini...

Tini gave him the loan he could, he gave all the rest of his savings, but it was not enough, the money would not last for five years, he had to think of a way to last up to five years. Zahra decides to go to Octa.

***

"Zahra maybe, I can help but just a little, you know the cost for five years of treatment can't be a little, Zahra what if.." octa hesitantly continued his sentence, saying, zahra is a good and innocent girl, she is beautiful and also so closed that you can say to keep her from lust perfectly.

"what ma'am?, I would do anything for my son," Zahra, who was sitting on the floor, pleaded with octa, holding her palms together. Octa approached Zahra, who was sitting on the floor, he grabbed Zahra to sit on the sofa, and clasped Zahra's hands gently and pityfully but had no choice, because this is the only way with the greatest hope Zahra has.

"son, what if you become one of the ministries at night to entertain the men in this cafe.?" bargain Octa by subjecting the view and feeling bad for offering the job.

"!!!" Zahra was shocked for a moment.

"we guarantee there is no careless service here, son, here only serves officials and people who are full of money, we will not give a cheap price for our service, he said, and the tip you received was all yours, we protected our servants, we didn't let them roam the side of the road until they were hunted down by a PP satpol, "

"but buk.."

"heard the world is cruel, you do this for your child, think good, you come back here later, if you agree you can start whenever you want,". Octa offers the job seriously because maybe this is the only option.

***

who else can help me God I want to stay away from your prohibition, but what is the power of the servant, the servant cannot lose the slave child, this trial is so heavy, God, I do not know who else can help my servant even for five years, O Allah allow this servant to save my son once, forgive me if this time the servant approaches your prohibition, O Allah.

Zahra went to fetch the water of ablution he calmed himself by prostrating to his god.

Zahra is now raising her hand to beg God.

"god I'm sorry I have no choice, rahman, o merciful womb, take care of my servant's son, protect him, I'm sorry I'm really going to be the kid you hate."

all night Zahra did not fall asleep, and this morning Zahra was accompanied by Leela, they were in Azan's room to accompany Azan and pay attention to Azan's development.

"Leela I've paid some of the doctor's fees, after this I'll look for the rest, can I ask you for help,"

"yes Zahra say, "

"i will accompany Azan during the day, and at night can you accompany him for me, I trust you, I will give you also my tips later as a sign of my gratitude,"

"Zahra what do you mean,?"

"yes Leela it's my decision,"

"but Zahra,"

"sorry Leela don't shake me I'll go later tonight finish praying isya, please well,". Zahra clasping Leela's hand was her last hope. Zahra stood firm in principle as shy as he was towards his god would be even more ashamed if he did not consider his god to exist, ' no matter how much sin committed still have to worship the god YME, '.

***

"mom, I accept I'm going to start working tonight," slowly Zahra opened her hijab, removed her cardigan, and grabbed the sexy clothes she now had on her lap.

*sorry, sorry, sorry.

seriate....

sorry if the typo is scattered, please support yes, criticism and advice will be very helpful*.