My madam, my poison

Become priest

Fina and Lyra just left my treatment room. Tonight my mother will accompany me here. Healthy children under the age of 12 are not allowed to stay in the hospital.

"Before the Maghrib Adhan, mother to the mushola first. You tayamum and pray in bed only," said the mother.

"Yes, Mom."

My mother opened the door of the room. At the same time, a woman sounded.

"Good night, Miss Sabrina."

Isn't that the voice of Anita? How would he know if I was treated here?

"Mrs Sabrina, Keenan? Please come in."

My mother took them both into my treatment room.

"Mr Anita? Keenan?"

"How are you doing, son?" ask Anita ma'am.

"Alhamdulillah, it's better. Just still limp. Sorry, Madam. About the cake Mother ordered, um, …"

Ms. Anita commented a smile.

"I've known everything from Keenan."

"Know from Keenan? Mean Mother?"

"Herdian told me about what happened to you this afternoon." Keenan who was standing next to Anita's mom chimed in.

"wait. A herdian? Do you know him?" my many.

"Yes, he's one of my business buddies."

"The world is so narrow it turns out," said the mother.

"Oh yeah, looks like Miss Sabrina came out. Where's Mom going?" ask Anita ma'am.

"Oh, I want to pray Maghrib in mushola."

"Yes, we are together" said Anita. I saw mom nodding her head in a sign of agreement.

"You talk first, we go to Mushola first" said Sabrina.

"I'll drop Zura for a second, Ken," said the mother. Both of them left my treatment room.

This is the first time Keenan and I have been in the same room. If we have to talk, what should we talk about? Why does it feel uncomfortable like this.

"Ehm ... Has Lyra been here?"

Keenan opened the chat. I caught no sense of awkwardness from his body's gesture.

"Already. Same with Amin and Fina. But I told them to go home. Hospitals are not good for healthy children like Lyra. Um!" Suddenly my throat was scratchy.

I tried to shift my body with the intention of grabbing a glass of water from the table. But it felt so hard to reach him.

"Would you like a drink?" ask Keenan.

I nodded slowly.

The younger brother of the late Gibran then grabbed the glass and thrust it at me.

"Thank you" I said.

The Maghrib Adhan.

"If you want to pray Maghrib in mushola, I'm fine here alone" I said.

"Where can it be. Your mother told you to leave while she and my mother prayed Maghrib in the mosque. I pray in this room only. Ehm .. how about we pray together?"

"Sha-shalat congregate?"

"Yes. You can pray without leaving your bed. Untik holily you can do it by way of tayamum using the walls of this room."

"All right."

I started doing tayamum using one side of the wall in my treatment room, while Keenan stepped into the bathroom in the room.

I'm done with the sanctification. We took advantage of Keenan's waiting time with shingles.

Chequek! The bathroom door is open. Not long after Keenan was seen coming out of the restroom. His face looks fresher because of the water washing. Not just fresh, I don't know why I feel that face looks so handsome. Handsome Gibran. Yes, their faces do have a close resemblance to a twin.

"Let's start, '" he said.

I still looked at the face full of that aura of calmness. I even flinched in surprise when Keenan called me.

"Zura, we start now" he said.

"Oh, i-i-yes."

"Zura. You are nothing. Are you starting to have a crush on Keenan?" rutukla.

Keenan held his script not far from the patient bed where I worship now. Why am I watching Keenan's face from the side?

"Astaghfirullahaldzim says. Zura .. focus! You want to pray. Don't look at Keenan, keep on," I growled at myself.

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