Married to Ustaz

Chapter 51: Falling Sick

Cika sat at the study table in her room, her intention to sleep faded because her eyes could not be closed at all. Finally he chose to sit at his study table without any activity he did. Coincidentally the position of his study table was facing the window he could see his father and mother who had passed away by car. His eyes continued to stare at random things while contemplating themselves.

"Why is Ustaz Hafid not being forthright if he still loves Ning Aisyah?" ask him about himself. "With that I can step back ..." he continued talking to himself. The words he spoke really hurt himself.

For a moment, she stared at her sweet fingers. He saw a diamond ring there. Slowly, he took it out and kept the sacred diamond ring in his box again. I don't know why he doesn't feel like wearing it anymore.

The sound of a cell phone on the nightstand distracts him, he picks up the square cheek object and sees a missed call several times from Novi and Dinda. He immediately deactivated his phone. Now that he does not want to talk long with anyone, he wants to enjoy this silence without anyone while remembering and reflecting on the events that have been passed.

The hour hand kept moving and now it was showing at one o'clock in the afternoon, but Cika remained in her position in the study. Her tiny lips began to pale, her strength weakened. And her upper abdomen started to hurt.

"Huh, my stomach is relapsing," he said a little complaining of not being able to stand the pain in his stomach area. Indeed from waking up earlier, until this moment his stomach has not been filled by anything.

He inched up, trying to find an ulcer medicine in the medicine box in his room. But nil, he didn't find it at all. Now it is not a pain in the abdominal area alone, his head is dizzy and his eyes are like twitching as well.

"Auntie," called out to him in a raucous voice. He kept calling ART at his house. "Bi," called him back at the door. He took a deep breath, forgetting that his ART was with his father and mother. He is home now alone. He wanted to go down, but seeing his current condition was impossible.

Slightly bowing his body, he walked slowly towards the study desk again took his phone and turned it on. Calling anyone now.

Since his last call was his father, he immediately clicked the green button.

[Well] said Cika after making sure the phone line was connected to her father.

[What's up, Cika? Why do you feel like you are suffering from pain?] Mr. Dedi across the street asked frantically at Cika's voice.

Cika crouched down could not stand her stomach pain.

[Oh my God, don't worry me, honey.] Mr. Dedi's voice again sounded across the street, the middle-aged man was getting more panicked.

[Um, my stomach is relapsing, Dad ..] Cika could not continue her words, her phone detached from her hand fell onto the ceramic tile. Before long he felt his head so heavy, and a few seconds later he was unconscious again.

Ustaz Hafid knocked several times on the door of the house while saying his greetings, but no one answered from inside the house. He turned the door knob, it turned out that the door was not locked either.

The first thing he looked for after his foot came in was his little wife, his eyeballs moving through every room, but did not catch the figure he was looking for.

"Sika?" call him for the wrong time. His feet quickly stepped upwards towards the room. The door of the room was wide open, he was surprised to see Cika's body lying on the ceramic tile beside the bed.

"Astagfirullah," he said immediately ran as fast as possible towards Cika's helpless body. He held Cika's head, patting her many times, but there was no response. His little wife's eyes were still tightly closed. He was terrified. There was a clear liquid running down the cheek of this scabby man, a sign he was afraid of anything happening with Cika, but as fast as lightning he wiped it off.

He carried Cika's body, which he thought now he had to take Cika to the hospital as possible, but when on the doorstep he met his two in-laws who were no less panicked.

"Take Cika to my father's office as soon as possible, Fid," said Mr. Dedi. He stepped first, the middle-aged man was no less panicked.

Ten minutes passed, Cika was already finished being dealt with. Mr. Dedi breathed a sigh of relief, Cika's condition was not too bad as it was in his mind earlier. Unceasingly this middle-aged man gave thanks. He came out of his room, sitting on the couch.

"How's Cika's condition, Dad? Is it not getting worse?" ask Miss Linda.

"Alhamdulillah, no, Ma. He was also quite deprived of blood so his condition dropped like this," explained Mr. Dedi.

Ustaz Hafid, who heard this, said alhamdulillah.

"Fid, I'm sorry I didn't mean to interfere, did you and Cika fight?" asked Mr. Dedi so carefully, he only wanted to know from his son-in-law directly what was going on.

Ustaz Hafid was silent for a moment thinking. "No, Dad. Our relationship is fine."

Mr. Dedi just nodded in understanding. Before long he said in a calm, yet serious voice, "Fid, now you know better how Cika than us parents. Sometimes Cika does like to be spoiled, childish, and also very difficult to manage. I hope you can understand enough, not intend to defend, but we are the ones who wrongly educate him. I ask you to stay by his side, no matter what the circumstances. Guide her to be the best woman in your eyes, treat her as you treat your umm," said Mr. Dedi at length.

Ustaz Hafid nodded in understanding. The first time she heard her in-laws advise her with words that touched her heart.