Marrying Ustaz Ganteng

Episode 74

Rani is finished in her treatment period, now the woman is allowed out by the hospital.

Rani stepped slowly left the place frequented for treatment, she would return home without burden, because the problem with the police was finished. Rani was declared free of punishment.

The woman walked only with three hundred thousand dollars, it was a gift from Iyan this morning. It turned out that the person he was trying to destroy was very kind to him.

Rani stops a passing taxi, asking to be delivered to her house. Arriving at the residence, he was already greeted by several people he knew - his office employees.

"Good day, Miss Rani?" one of them represents.

"Siang," Rani smiled back. The woman stepped towards the main door her employees opened.

As soon as he entered, his eyes swept around. Nothing has changed there, just like it used to be. Rani patted her rather dusty couch, as no one had stayed in her house these few days.

"Please drink first, ma'am!" A nearby employee handed him a bottle of water.

"thank you. Why do you know I'm home?" rani asked before sipping her drink.

"Sir Riyan told me, and this is Mom's cell phone" replied the woman named Vera.

Rani receives, observing her phone that she didn't touch these few days. His lips revealed a bitter smile, for this time he was truly grateful, after many mistakes, there was still an sorry door open for him. Even from the person he almost made sense of loss.

'I'm sorry, Riyan ...." The woman bowed for a while, then walked towards the room to rest.

All of his employees began to help clean the house that was a bit dusty, not to forget also cooking for their lunch. All have been allowed by Rani, while she herself has surfed to her dream realm, resting the body and mind is quite tiring.

At about 1pm, Rani woke up. Her rumbling stomach managed to disturb the woman's sleep, forcing her to step into the kitchen after cleaning herself.

"Mom Rani? Already awake?" welcome Vera smile.

"Yes, I'm hungry" replied Rani briefly. Vera and the others follow her into the kitchen, then prepare food for Rani.

"I can do it myself. Why are you guys like this?" ask Rani wonder.

"Ah, it's okay, Mom. Mom, I'm recovering from illness."

Rani took a breath. "You eat! Come on!"

They gave a small nod, only this time Rani presented them with the sweetest smile. The woman was impressed by being quite cold.

A small group of people ate their lunch, occasionally jokingly filling the silence.

"Oh, yes, Mrs Rani. There is good news for Mother, that Mr. Herman again accepts us as his coworkers. Mr. Herman has reinstated his stake in Mother's company" one of his employees said.

"What's? You serious?" ask Rani to make sure. Even paused his bribe to get more explanation.

"Yes, Mom."

The spoon in Rani's hand slipped slowly. The woman gulped roughly down the white water and did not blink for long enough. He thinks that his company is bankrupt because he stumbles upon a murder plot, but Herman helps him a lot, even after he offends Naira-Herman's daughter.

"You guys just continue eating it. I'm done." Rani moved from sitting. Smile for a while, then pass.

'Dad ... Mother ... Rani kangen with you.' The woman's tears fell for a second, staring at a portrait she had kept for a long time.

Seven years ago, when she was fifteen years old, Rani had taken one of the photos displayed in her home before she left. At that time their families were hit by big problems, the income in the village was only a little, not to mention the debt of his father wrapped around. To force Rani to come with her father's friend to the city. Where the couple had no children.

Rani cried, she waved her hands while parting with her parents. Until three years passed, when he was finished in school, Rani went back to see her parents.

However, he soon had to return to the city, continue on the path of life and make money to pay off the rest of his father's debt.

The fateful incident was inevitable, the car he was riding collided to cause Rani amnesia. Not long after, he re-assembled the pieces of memory, but not completely.

While he was in college, it was reported that his parents had died. Only bitter tears filled the mounds of his parents' land, they could not meet again.

"Yes ... Ma'am, Rani promised you'd come back. Same dad, quiet mom, huh?" Rani said softly, hugging the little photo while crying.

***

At three o'clock in the afternoon Riyan invited his wife to come home, because today Ayu has recovered enough from her illness. They were accompanied by Erna and Rahman.

"Slow down, honey?" Iyan smiled, rubbed his wife's body to get into the car, then followed.

Ayu breathed air. "Hemm, that's fresh. Open the window, Mas!"

"Yes, honey," Iyan smiled back.

Throughout the journey Ayu looked closely around, sometimes smiling as her and Iyan's gaze unintentionally clashed.

"Mas, take me out sometime, will you?" pinta Ayu slowly.

"Yes. God willing," Riyan replied.

Before long their car arrived home, followed by Om and his aunt who did bring their own car.

Riyan leads his wife to the bathroom to clean up, but Ayu's three days in the hospital don't touch the water for a bath, making her feel uncomfortable.

"When you're done call me, will you?"

"Yes, Mas. I can, really," Ayu replied slowly.

Iyan left him and waited on the sofa of the room, pulled out a cell phone to contact Rifky. It had been three days that the man did not participate in work or teach naji, although Rifky and Ustaz Hanan did not make a problem, Iyan still expressed his incompetence.

"Assalamualaikum, Ky?" Iyan greeted.

"Waalaikumussalam, what's wrong, Yan?" ask Rifky.

"Still naji, huh? I can't come today, yeah. My wife just came home," Iyan smiled, as if talking directly to Rifky.

"Yes, Yan, no papa." Rifky chuckles. His best friend is like talking to someone else.

"Well, if that's what I'm closing, huh? Assalamualaikum."

"Mosur." Rifky kept his phone and continued his activities, teaching his children to read the Quran gently and thoroughly.

The activity took place as usual, where when the Ashar time entered, they all moved to the mosque for congregational prayer.

When everyone else recited at the end of the prayer, Naira instead felt nauseous and vomited out the contents of her stomach that she had been holding since. Fortunately, he went outside.

"Jeek! Hah, O Allah ... Rifky." Naira called out to her husband. His eyes were watering with trembling hands, for all the food he ate came back.

Naira felt that dizziness attacked violently, holding her head while trying to resist falling down.

"Akhs! Mas Rifky ...." The little scream was barely audible, Naira could only cry withstanding the pain in her head.

"Akh!"

Bruk!

His body crashed, and coincided when Rifky also came to hold him.

"Naira's? The darling? Hey!" Rifky patted Naira on the cheek, her brown eyes still open.

"Mas ... pain ...," said Naira restrained.

"What's sick, honey? Chief?" ask Rifky worried. Naira nodded weakly, then closed her eyes as Rifky led her out of the bathroom.

"What's up, Rifky? Naira why?" Ustaz Hanan was worried.

"No idea for sure, Pa. Rifky take Naira to the hospital first, okay?" pamit Rifky's. Ustaz Hanan nodded despite being a little confused, wanting to ask again did not have time to remember the situation of his son-in-law.

"Darling? Hold on a second, will you?" Rifky kissed Naira's forehead after installing his wife's seatbelt. Rifky quickly drove the car to the nearest hospital.

Naira was examined gradually, then the doctor stated that she was sick. Rifky was surprised, more precisely worried.

"What's he sick of, Doc?" ask Rifky worriedly.

"Ordinary pain, sir. His body temperature also increased. I suggest for a few days his wife rest first, don't forget to take her vitamins." The doctor gives a small parcel of medicine to Naira.

Rifky nodded. "Do you need to stay here longer?"

"At home, Mas. I don't want to be here!" timpal Naira fast. Seen smooth hands wipe the tears slowly.

"Yes, it's okay to be home. It's the same, sir. After all the pain is not too serious," the doctor smiled. The female doctor held Naira's warm hand, as if strengthening because she knew Naira was pregnant.

"Well, now we go home, okay?" Naira nodded, and after saying goodbye to the doctor they got to the car.

"I don't want to take medicine if it's bitter! Throw it!" Naira stared at the fierce Rifky. He did not like drugs before.

"It's a vitamin for you, honey. Not bitter, though." Gently Rifky replied. Naira did not budge, still grimacing slowly while holding her nape.

"Sleep if you're dizzy. Don't be forced." Rifky suggested, a little speed up the speed of his car to arrive soon.

As soon as Rifky raised his wife's body, Rifky did not allow Naira to walk because she had to climb stairs.

Bi Ira who saw a little confused, because Naira's unusual like that. Moreover, his face looked gloomy.

"Why, Den?" ask the woman.

"Naira's sick, Bi. Please make ginger ale, huh?" pinta Rifky.

Bi Ira nodded small. She thought Naira was angry with Rifky, but she was sick. Quickly the woman went to the kitchen, concocting a warm drink for Naira.

While Rifky had just arrived in the room, the man laid his wife on the bed and looked at her deeply.

"Cheal fast, yes, dear," he said sincerely. Then he kissed Naira's head gently.