
TURKEY------
Zahran and Zenia were still sitting in the long chair, waiting for the doctor to come out, although Zahran did not know who the woman was but Zahran did not have the heart to die, without knowing her condition.
“Old pocket ya by ??” ask Zenia.
“That's it baby, be patient !! here if tired, lean on the shoulder bubu!!” pinta Zahran gently.
Zenia did not have time to answer, the doctor came out of the room, immediately Zahran and Zenia stood up and approached the doctor.
“Doctor description? (How's the state of his doctor ?)” ask Zahran.
The doctor explained in detail, using Turkish, it turns out that the patient has a history of heartburn aka dyspepsia is pain and discomfort in the stomach caused by a number of conditions. So, heartburn is not a disease, but a symptom of the disease. Generally, stomach ulcers are caused by open wounds that occur in the inner lining of the stomach (gastric ulcers), infection with Helicobacter pylori bacteria, side effects of nonsteroidal anti-inflammatory drugs (NSAIDs) and stress.
Heartburn is one of the diseases of the digestive system that is fairly easy to cure, but can also be severe if not treated immediately. Therefore, heartburn should be treated immediately.
“Yani hasta iyi mi doctor? (so the patient is okay huh doctor ??)” Zahran asked again.
“Dogru (True)” replied the doctor.
Then the doctor decided to check on the other patients, before Zahran went home and Zinia intended to see the woman Zahran helped.
Zahran and Zenia entered the room where the woman who was helped was lying on the hospital bed.
“Assalamualaikum” exciting Zahran and Zinia in unison.
The woman clad in a navy-colored robe turned her head, indeed when Zahran entered she tilted her body so she did not know the arrival of Zahran and Zenia.
Instantly the woman immediately woke up and looked at Zahran with eyes that were difficult to understand.
“Zahran” suddenly the woman called her name.
Zahran and Zinia looked at each other, why does this woman know her name ?? Does she know Zania's husband.
“You're Zahran, right ?? Oh Allah finally met also” back the woman spoke.
With confusion Zahran also asked “You know me ??”
“I Ica, your future wife, the time you forgot”
“What” is not the voice of Zahran who came out but the voice of Zenia, with eyes that have turned to look at her husband, asking for an explanation of what was said by the woman who claimed to be named Ica.
“By” call Zinia.
Zahran looked at his wife, he knew that Zenia was almost crying “Don't love, byby didn't know him” Zahran said defensively.
“You're married ??” Ica asked, watching Zinia from top to bottom.
“Yes, who are you?” Zahran replied, staring confused at the woman who claimed to be his future wife.
“I Ica, Zahran, a woman who was betrothed to you a few years ago, when you forgot, it's been 1 year I've been looking here, it's been 1 year, I want to make amends for my blurring right on the day you will preach me, I'm sorry Ran!!” said Ica who had cried, even to make Zahran believe, Ica took off her veil so that Zahran could recognize her.
A moment Zahran was silent, looking at the beautiful face of the woman who was currently before him.
“Why find now, yes Allah” Inner Zahran.
“You know him By” asked Zinia who saw Zahran silent only.
“Iya dear” reply Zahran.
“So she's your future wife??” Zenia asked a question again.
The woman named Ica looked towards Zinia, she could conclude that Zenia was a very beautiful woman.
“Ran, forgive me, I beg you !! I deliberately went to Turkey to look for you, I want to make up for all my mistakes” Ica again said, now she is crying.
“Ica everything has passed, and I have also forgiven you” Zahran replied.
“But I want to be your wife Ran, no papa I become your second wife” Ica's words managed to make Zinia look sharply at Ica.
“Mbak, you are my husband's past, and there is no way my husband would want to marry you, anyway I will not agree my husband remarried” said Zinia still uses a soft word even though every word of her managed to make Ica hurt.
“I don't need your approval, and I'm sure Zahran will marry me” Ica replied.
“Ica is enough, right my wife said, I cannot marry you, I love my wife very much, and I will not be able to hurt her feelings” explained Zahran hope Ica understands her position.
“Zahran, please give me a chance once again !!” Ica said softly, even now she was about to prostrate at Zahran's feet.
“I'm sorry Ca, but I can't” Zahran said again.
Seeing that Zenia was furious, she immediately dragged her husband away from the room, Zahran just complied, she also did not want to be there for long.
While Ica saw Zahran's departure, she stood up again.
“I will do another way to get you Zahran, I have tried my hardest to change myself, from wearing a hijab and veil, and I have also come all the way to Turkey to look for you, I do not want my struggle so far in vain” said Ica furiously.
Zenia took her husband away from the hospital.
“Sayang” call Zahran slowly.
But Zenia did not answer, this is the answer all along Zahran always avoids if she asks about her husband's past.
“Somebelieve the same byby”
“Explain later at home”
After saying that, Zenia went straight to her car and immediately drove her car with a little speeding.
A worried Zahran goes after his wife even though he knows it's dangerous.
“Yes Allah protect my wife” Inner Zahran frustrated she was really afraid of something happening to the wife.
Several times Zahran honked his horn hoping Zania understood that he told her to stop, but Zenia ignored him, Zenia continued to drive forward her car.
In the car, Zenia cries, she is afraid that her husband will be taken by another woman, she is afraid that the incident will repeat itself.
“I fear Allah” said Zinia sobbing.
Until the events in her past returned to revolve, Zinia shook her head slowly, trying to forget her fears.
But all those memories flashed through Zenia's mind, as she caught Gibran and Zara in the hotel like it was plastered clearly in front of her eyes, Zinia was really afraid that Zahran would do the same to her.
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