
The three of them had arrived at the home, the atmosphere there seemed quiet because it was so crowded that the children were still in school.
Farid rushes out of his car, then runs into his wife's hand.
The three of them hurriedly entered the parlour, Farid and Fina repeatedly called Bu Yati's name but there was no word.
Then they continued to go deeper, the goal was immediately fixed on Azizah's room.
It was there that they saw a heartwarming scene, Bu Yati could not stem the roar of her tears, she sat down while rubbing her daughter's hand over and over.
From behind the mosquito net was the pale white face of Azizah, her gaze was blank, her two neutrals did not turn away from the sky.
"Bu Yati how is Azizah's condition" asked Fina and Farid together. Aisyah preferred to stand a little far away, she could not bear to see the condition of the skinny teenage girl.
"Azizah doesn't want to talk to you, non Fina. How is this, what should I do" said Bu Yati continued to shed tears
"Azizah baby, this is Fina's sister, why do you love? The story is the same brother" Fina said as she stepped into the mosquito net, Bu Yati slowly moved from her seat, replaced by Fina.
But the result was the same, Azizah kept staring up, she did not respond at all to Fina's words.
I don't know what was on the girl's mind, it seemed like she was devastated.
Now it was Farid's turn to enter the bed net of the girl, Farid holding Aisyah's hand closer to her. Fina immediately moved, she opened the mosquito net so that it looked wide open.
"Little angel, Brother Farid is coming, brother wants to know sister's wife, look at her face... Surely you like it" said Farid lirih, Aisyah slightly clumsy to respond to the girl, because she is the type of person who does not have the heart. He occasionally blinked his two watery eyes. The thread that he had been holding back from earlier did not feel dripping by itself.
"Mas Farid is evil.mas Farid is evil" his tone was stammering, both of his eye cuffs wet by the clear droplets. Azizah remained in his sight even though he started to make a sound.
"Sorry brother Azizah, this brother brought Ayesha sister's wife."
"Bad Farid is evil, but Farid has to hurt Azizah, I hate Farid"
Azizah continued to talk like that, not a single bit did she turn her eyes to look at the person in front of her.
Farid was confused by Azizah's words
"Aciziah... What do you mean, I'm getting less and less" asked Farid as he stroked Azizah's hand on her stomach.
Azizah still did not want to look at Farid's face.
Aisha, standing beside her husband, tried to strengthen her husband by stroking his shoulders.
"I love you, Farid, but Farid can hurt my feelings, but Farid married another woman. I know I'm a sick girl, not worth loving, I want to die. Why do I live if my love is taken away by others" Azizah ventured, she began to voice her heart. His gaze remained on the ceiling, he did not dare to turn his head in the slightest
Everyone in the room looked surprised by Azizah's expression of feeling.
Farid looked at his wife, he shook his head in disbelief. Why can Azizah talk like that. So all this time the girl he thought was like his own sister had put a heart on him
Farid continued to stare at the face of his wife, Aisyah seemed to hide her sadness. And Farid understood what was on his wife's mind, he started to feel uncomfortable being there.
Fina also shook her head in disbelief, she also only realized that Azizah put her heart on her brother. Though it was clear, he and Farid paid more attention to him, it was nothing more than a sense of brotherhood alone not based on love.
Farid slowly released his grasp from Azizah's hand, he was speechless. His handsome face instantly turned cold like a frozen rock.
"Mother does not need to apologize like this, Azizah may still be unstable, but Farid must understand her more, slowly we love understanding yes mas" said Aisyah while holding her husband's step. Although his heart was a little strange, but he tried to understand what the girl of Azizah's age felt, moreover, the physical condition of the girl was also very concerning
"Enough... Thats enough... I hate all of you, I'd rather just die" cried Azizah frustrated, she took all the medicine in the bottle, then immediately swallowed it.
"Aziziah"
"Azizah don't"
Everyone in the room panicked, they immediately walked up to the girl.
Farid tried to sit down his thin body, then he patted his back, hoping that the ingested medicine could be spewed out.
But he did not succeed, Azizah's body twitched, her mouth frothy. Slowly, both eyes began to close.
"Azizah wake... Open your eyes"
Farid patted Azizah's cheek.
"Mas let's take her to the hospital" said Aisyah, filled with thoughts of Azizah's condition.
"Please save my daughter master" Bu Yati said again pleading.
Quickly Farid directly carrying the frail body of the girl, he ran towards the car, behind Aisyah, Fina and Bu Yati appeared to run in the back.
"Pak gun let's go, we'll go to the nearest hospital" Farid said.
"Pak gun cepetan dong" added Fina, he did not have the heart to see the condition of Azizah, he was afraid the girl why-not.
Gunawan increasingly powerful to plunge the gas, his eyes focused on the crowded street, every gap he immediately plugged the gas overtaking the car in front of him.
After a few minutes they arrived at the hospital entrance, Farid again carrying Azizah's unconscious body, inside several nurses immediately prepare a bed for Azizah to lie down, and the body of Azizah was unconscious, in the ICU room, the doctor and several nurses began to examine her condition.
"All of you wait outside" the doctor said as they walked in and followed the doctor.
Bu Yati increasingly unable to stem his tears, he spilled all his tears until he was not left.
"God save my daughter, take my life instead, O God" so the words of a mother's despair.
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Will Azizah be saved ?
Does he still force his will to love Farid ?
What about Aisha ?
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Cigarette cock welcomes the morning, Tunaikan Prayer ied with my sisters, Good morning and Fitri, May this Eid Al-Adha 2021 Day always give meaning. But pandemics make us face-to-face. Think of this as the way we sacrifice. To improve the situation next year. May the covid quickly pass from our homeland... Amens
"Happy Eid Al Adha 1442 H. Taqabbalallahu Minna wa minkum. Kullu am wa antum bikhair."