My Soulmate's

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After Kinan went through a critical period, Kinan was transferred to a VIP hospital room. One by one the family visited Kinan who was lying weakly in a hospital bed. Two infusion hoses of different colors, one regular infusion fluid and another donated blood. Not to mention with several other medical devices attached to Kinan's body, the sound of the heart was still clearly heard on a square-shaped screen that showed line by line indicating that his heart had returned to normal.

Fahad prefers to stay in the waiting chair, he intends to meet after his family. It was as if he wanted to spend his time together, until Fahad forgot there was an appointment. So inevitably Fahad chose to cancel and forget the appointment, because there is still time before the school exam which is devoted to 12th grade students of all majors.

"Son, don't you want to see Kinan?" tanya Ibha broke the silence after coming out of the room where Kinan was.

Fahad glanced and smiled at Ibha as well as his in-laws. "I'll see him after them, Dad."

"Alright, please take care of Kinan. Looks like I'll go home first with mom, because there are jobs that should not be postponed. So, I leave Kinan to you" Ibha said.

"Don't worry, Dad. I'll take care of Kinan." Fahad's calm soul managed to rob the pondakan negative thoughts that always make him lose his mind because more mused destiny that befell his wife. It was as if he did not want Kinan to feel hurt or even suffer.

"Thank you, son. Don't forget to let me know if Kinan is conscious" he continued.

Fahad just smiled and nodded, inexplicably the feeling of Fahad was so indecisive. He immediately shook his head, throwing away bad thoughts that disturbed the peace of the soul and heart.

Harsa had just walked out of the room where Kinan was, leaving behind Maryam and Hasan who were still at home staring at his youngest daughter's pity. Harsa looked at the two men who were adrift in age, the corner of her lips pulled so that it formed a sweet smile. He walked over to Fahad who was sitting opposite Ibha and sat his butt next to Fahad. The hand that had always been a witness to the growth and development of two children who had given up his status, now gently stroked Fahad's shoulders.

Fahad who realized the existence of the in-laws just took a deep breath and let it out with a huff, inexplicably the feeling of Fahad was still shrouded in great fear. Though his calm soul had managed to defeat the rebellious soul to bring out negative energy.

"Son, I leave Kinan to you. Love him, love him, and give him your sincerity. Because, you can not be a good woman for her, because Kinan was always the mother to go out of town. So that she needed that love and affection, if I remember that I felt many sins for her. Because, Kinan grew and grew up through Alsaki's care," explained Harsa looking at Fahad.

"Mother really felt sinful, even mother never freed him to live freely like his other friends. So, Kinan harbors more of all the feelings that continue to accumulate. I'm afraid, Kinan someday he hates me."

"Seeing she was lying weak, it was the first sight of the mother seeing her lying weakly on the hospital bed. Because, mother never saw Kinan weakened. He always laughs cheerfully and is good at hiding the wounds of pain. Therefore, mother forced him to match her to you so that she could remove the burden."

"Mother, I'm so sorry, son. Will you protect and protect him? Even giving love, love, and affection to him? Don't let her bear the suffering she's endured, I can't see it. For, when mother saw him lying there .. mother, saw the light of serenity in her heart. Even from the look of a sad face, make mother ashamed."

"Mother, very sorry, Son ...."

Hearing a voice that felt very painful and bitter, Fahad felt something that hit his shoulder even his feelings like being squeezed by a stone that was quite large. Not to mention with hundreds of daggers stabbing his calm soul. Harsa's words made Fahad speechless, because the feeling of worry continued to haunt him.

Harsa lowered her head, squeezing the robe she was wearing. His mind kept on teasing about Kinan growing up with less affection, and only getting love from Alsaki. The clear liquid was leaking rapidly, the pain of seeing his youngest child so tight as the chest. "Fahad, I'm sorry if my words sound like they're forcing you to love her. But, if not, don't force it. Just give him back to us, let us take care of him."

"No, please don't say it like that. I'll be a good husband to him, I can't promise because I'll prove that I love him sincerely" Fahad smiled as he clasped Harsa's hand tightly.

Ibha who saw the attachment of the wife with daughter-in-law can only bow, because what was said by Garsa is true. Kinan grew and developed not through love from him but Alsaki, making him rarely show sadness.

"Thank you, son. I leave Kinan to you, I feel grateful and lucky to have a daughter-in-law like you."

"Thank you again Mother, thank you for giving birth to Kinan for me. I'll take care of him" Fahad said.

Harsa just smiled and breathed a sigh of relief, occasionally she put away the tears with one hand to hide the wound. "Oh yeah, I have to go see an important client. Don't you have a problem leaving you?"

"It's okay, I'll take care of him because Kinan is my responsibility" Fahad smiled.

"Alright, then mommy's the same permission to say goodbye, son." Harsa stood as well as Ibha, even Fahad stood up to crucify the backs of the hands of two parents who were his in-laws.

Fahad looked at the backs of two people who slowly began to move away and invisible, guilt still haunts the quiet soul of Fahad. However, Fahad tried as much as possible to eliminate negative feelings. Where that feeling disturbs humans to step in a better direction.

"Son, stop feeling guilty. Meet your wife, ummah and abah will go check your grandfather's boarding school," explained Maryam patted Fahad's shoulder which has a high posture of about 189 cm.

Hasan just smiled looking at his son, he pulled the tall and athletic body and put it into the deck of the father who was about 180 cm tall. Patting gently on Fahad's back, as if calming his son. The longing to hear the sobs of Fahad was first born makes Hasan want to repeat the innocent period Fahad who when crying because of pain then calmed him through the chants of beautiful prayers.

"Prophe knows you feel excruciating pain, but don't keep getting dissolved in it. Don't make your sense of fear because you are guilty, because it will end up being a hater and forget about God. Therefore, go see your wife, she must miss your voice, son," Hasan said after caressing a hug with Fahad.

Hearing that, Fahad smiled faintly. His eyes looked at the faces of both parents as if expecting a sincere prayer that they always chanted every third of the night. "Thank you, Ummah and Babah."

"Yes, Son. Ummah same Babah permission first well," said Maryam.

Fahad immediately crucified his two middle-aged hands and kissed his palms. "Yes, be careful."

"Alright," said Hasan immediately left Fahad alone.

After Fahad's parents' backs began to move away and disappear, Fahad immediately entered the inpatient room where Kinan underwent his treatment after a critical period. When Fahad's vision met with a weak body wrapped in several medical devices attached to his body and two arms Kinan.

Walking with a blank gaze Fahad continued to lead to that weakened Kinan, the two atmas seemed to only meet in an unconscious state. Now that Fahad's body was right faced with the weak force of Kinan, his right hand grabbed Kinan's hand wrapped with an infusion hose. His mind was excited by Kinan's cheerful face, a beautiful and charming face that always made Fahad opiate. Now, that expression turned into a comfortable Kinan with his long sleep.

Fortunately on the side of the bed there was a bench, so Fahad could sit himself on the bench occasionally his hands clasped tightly to Kinan's hands that felt a little cold. The eyes that Fahad had always been able to resist crying, the cold man was now withered. Her tears were hidden behind Kinan's weak hands.

"Dear, wake up please. Don't you want to go to the pier to see the twilight? If so, let's get up I'll take you there until you're satisfied to look at it."

"I feel like my husband is not very good, I don't take care of you according to my responsibilities. I was really scared, when I got the news from Barakka I was surprised to hear it, even my feelings were so scared. I'm scared, I'm really scared, honey."

"When you're brought into this house, the doctor tells you about you. My soul is fragile and collapses, I can't do anything I can just put it all on God. But, do you know behind that I'm really sorry."

"Honey, come on wake up ..," said Fahad kissing Kinan's hand after being satisfied talking to his powerful wife.

Fahad gently stroked Kinan's clean and smooth cheeks, he took a deep breath and exhaled it out. Occasionally rubbing his face with one hand, he did not understand the direction of the real road. The fear is still there, even the anger is the same. But, Fahad did not want to rashly take action his only focus was Kinan for the woman to regain consciousness.

"I hate this feeling of indecision, dear. In my heart there is fear, anger, disappointment, and anxiety. I touched on hearing this direction, seeing you I wanted to forget that bad feeling a little more. Do you know, every time I look at you my turbulent feelings instantly turn into sincere love, I love you like I first saw you."

"Oh yes, I have beautiful words for you. Will you hear it?" fahad asked with his hands clasped tightly and kissed her affectionately.

"You are like a ratna and beautiful like a cartika candra" replied Fahad with a small and amused smile.

After Fahad was satisfied to let out everything, Fahad somehow felt a little calm when Kinan's cold hand slowly began to go in the normal direction. He glanced at a box-shaped medical device that displayed a heartbeat sound indicating that Kinan was still in normal condition. The two men were swept away in the same blood stream, as Fahad touched and clasped Kinan's hand he felt two atmas praying for each other.

The two atmas continued to throw communication, even though the body did not hear it. It allows the flow of blood and the sound of a heartbeat to accompany the silence created. "After you wake up, I promise to take you to the dock to see the orange swastamita." continued Fahad lowered his head and smiled again as if there would be a beautiful miracle.

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