Missing Voice Azhan

Will the human amnesia ?

Cclek

The door finally opened after almost 7 hours of closing. Scurat's lethargic face and tired of a doctor was clearly visible there. The appearance of the doctor certainly makes their feelings there mixed, between Happy and Riled.

Akia immediately jumped up from her seat when the doctor just came out of the room in which there was her beloved husband. Crowd the doctor with a myriad of questions representing everyone who was there.

Seeing the son-in-law who is very enthusiastic makes Ummi Hana even more sad. He could see how fragile the son-in-law was when he saw the condition of his son.

"Son, calm down, baby. Let the doctor calmly convey Azriel's current condition." The soft voice of Ummi Hana was heard in the girl's ears.

"Sorry Ummi, Akia is only worried about the state of ma's Azriel." Lirih.

Ummi Hana gave a smile with a hand that stroked the head of her daughter-in-law.

"We give up God, we have good prejudices for Him. We must be sure of the miracle that God has given us."

Akiia nodded with a weak move. Give the doctor space to explain the current condition of the man who is currently lying in the ICU room.

The doctor stared one by one at the face in front of him who was currently hoping to be anxious waiting for news from him. A long breath coming out of the doctor's nose also explained that the current situation is not conducive.

"Doctor please explain to us how our daughter-in-law is doing." Resolutely Mr. Aryan's voice chimed in his iron speech.

"The patient's condition is now past its critical period." Said the doctor who immediately greeted the cheerful face of everyone there.

"But..."

The face of the face that had just been cheerful now changed pias again when the doctor resumed his story.

"The bump on his head was so hard that it caused him to lose a lot of blood. Fortunately, the blood supply in the hospital is enough to save the life of the patient. The patient is still in a coma."

"Astaghfirullah azdhim thing.."

"Inalillahi wa inna ilaihi.."

They also spoke Istighfar and called Allah's Asthma. Ask for forgiveness for all sins and ask for protection.

Akiia again suffocated to hear the doctor's statement, the girl's body drooped limp in the waiting chair.

"There's one more thing I have to say, sir." The doctor hesitated a little.

"Say the doctor, we'll try to accept it. Even the bad news." Sahut Kyai Ahmad with a very calm face, but in his heart implied a very deep sadness.

The doctor looked to be holding a long nafass.

"Due to a very hard impact on the head, making the area of the brain commonly called the Hippocampus damaged. And because of the damage I can conclude the patient's condition is currently experiencing amnesia. It's just that because the patient loves in a coma, we still can't confirm the type of amnesia suffered by the patient. We hope everything improves as it was."

All of them there no one can make their voice. Everything was still fixed in its place, even Akia seemed like an undead. The girl's eyes looked very empty ahead.

"Prophe Yes, Istighfar yes..God must have had a wonderful plan behind all this. Keep full faith in God."

Akiia nodded with a soft-sounding sobbing. Mr. Aryan who saw how the princess just destroyed her wayang, no longer strong to hide the feelings of his wounds.

He moved quickly towards his wife and son and hugged them both tightly. There was nothing the man said, just a hug to encourage his daughter.

"Calm down baby, there's papa and mama here with you, son." His whisper was in the ears of Akia.

After being able to control her emotions, the girl then stepped closer to the doctor who was currently talking to Dhafa and Rio.

"Doctor.." Calling lirih. " May I see my husband." Reciprocity.

The doctor nodded slowly after getting the code from Mr. Aryan. Passing the girl to the ICU room where Azriel lay with various hospital equipment attached to her body.

Akia stepped towards where her husband was currently lying helplessly in the hospital bed. The cry that he had endured earlier as he stepped into the room now he could not control anymore. The girl was crying bitterly with her hand tightly grasping her husband's arm.

"Mas.wake up. Why you let me be here alone. I can't afford to lose you again. Is this a punishment for me because I used to reject you and also leave you. You can punish me, but not this way. Please wake up, and punish me as you please. I will definitely accept and obey all your wishes."

Akia was still sobbing with a very broken heart. Her bathinnya saw the condition of her helpless husband with both eyes closed.

"I love you so much, you want to hear me say all my heart. I'll say it every day without pause as long as you get back here. I love you so much that it feels like my heart is breaking to see your suffering. Just now we've been living a happy life, and now you're leaving me here alone."

Akia drowned her head in her husband's field. Sometimes she kissed her husband's face with a whisper in his ear.

"Go home and I will lead you. I'll sing you the most beautiful song that'll make you happy."

Akia then confirmed his sitting position, his hand reaching for a small object in his pocket that he always carried with him wherever he went. With her beautiful voice, Akia chanted Ar-Rahman's letter in a soft and subtle tone. In the hope that Azriel could hear her and God gave her husband a miracle.

Long enough the girl taught beside her husband, not even once. Akia always repeated her reading until several times to make the girl exhausted and finally fell asleep in a position to embrace the little Koran that she held. While her right hand tightly grasped the palm of her husband's hand as if he did not want to escape from his grasp.

Morning approached and the sun began to emit light until the day that had been dark now turned into light. The ICU room where Akia was lying in a sitting position hugging her husband's body is now starting to light because of the sunlight entering through the gap in the room.

The weak body is still closed with a face that looks damp and eyes that slightly swell because so long he cried.

While the man who was still closed little by little began to move his fingers. From one finger to another. And this time not only his fingers, but those two eyes were slowly opening.

Both of his eyes seemed to blink adjusting the sunlight that seemed to dazzle his eyes. His forehead creased slightly as he felt that something was afflicting his right body.

His head turned towards the right, staring at the head covered in hijab. His hand stroked the head limp to make the owner wake up because a little disturbed.

Those beautiful eyes blinked slowly, but a second later turned into widened gazes. His gaze was fixed straight on the figure in front of him with an incredulous look. Until at the end the screeches slowly but full of happiness emanated clearly there.

"Mas.alhamdulillah you are conscious."

TB