My Soulmate's
Curse of Mother and child
Fahad who was still awake, his gaze still looked at the face of Kinan who was asleep. Clean, beautiful, and enchanting succeeded in making Fahad hypnotized. He was reluctant to let go of the hand, never even tired of launching a kiss to the back of Kinan's hand with hope and prayer.
Whether it had been how long, Fahad never changed his position except when I looked adzan dzuhur after that back to his original place until Iandang ashar also echoed. "It's ashar, I pray first well, dear." Fahad ran from his seat, he went to the mosque to perform the afternoon service.
Approximately fifteen minutes, now the time shows at 16:30 pm. Fahad deliberately performed the service after 15 minutes of prayer and waiting for the iqomah, the hospital atmosphere slowly began to calm. Fahad who was staying upstairs suddenly saw the view of the swastamita, as if the orange rays missed the owner who was lying weak to give a surprise.
Our sky Jakarta since then only displays the blue horizon, now has changed with beautiful orange rays. Fahad still faithfully clasped Kinan's still weakened hand and kissed him with affection. "Darling, don't you want to wake up? That's you know, your favorite orange sky is coming. Oh, sweetie, I enjoyed it alone."
"Don't you always say, twilight is like a historical memory. Because not always dusk appeared, so this afternoon he came and send greetings to you through me," said Fahad chuckled amusedly.
"Darling, do you know? Thanks to you, I regret to interpret love with the wrong meaning, now I understand the real meaning. I want to love you like dusk and be a solace in the midst of a test that hits."
"Let's get up, the twilight will be gone," he continued again and again by kissing the back of Kinan's hand whose part was not crossed with an infusion.
One secon ...
One second ...
One minute ...
A beautiful movement danced around in the grasp of Fahad, Fahad who felt it was instantly shocked. He immediately pressed a button to call the sick runah party, that Kinan had begun to realize even though his eyes were still closed while the movement of his fingers immediately changed to grip Fahad's hand tightly, which is now accompanied by weak eye movements.
Slowly Kinan's beautiful eyes opened perfectly, the first thing he saw was the white ceiling of the hospital. Even Kinan also felt various medical devices attached to his body. Five minutes after Kinan tried to wake up, the doctor dressed in a white coat came with a nurse.
Fahad chose to stand with his hands clasped tightly to Kinan, and, The female doctor began to examine Kinan's condition after a critical period due to a knife incision that was deep so that his arm got a sewing wound and stomach pierced to bleed out a lot. "Patient Kinan is back to normal, please don't stress him out and comfort him," said the Doctor and smiled.
"Good, Doc. Thank you" Fahad said.
"Together, permission exit," he continued and immediately went out after it was felt enough to check the condition of the other patient.
After the woman's back in a white suit was gone, Fahad turned her back so that her body was faced with Kinan's body lying weakly on the hospital bed. "You're sober."
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'There's a hard word to say
There are lips that refuse to talk
There is a sense of reluctance to be silent
There is a miss that keeps on going out
All because of you
Because you are the one I miss
Because you're the one I love
Because you think it exists
You know, you know,
Dusk as you
It can never be reached with my fingers
Unable to be achieved by millions of longs
Sometimes, though,
I want to be like the wind
Bringing home memories
Which brings a million ashes
I want to be a million lights
Which can distort your beauty
The infinity in the afternoon sky
That glows like dusk
Of course it can't
I am I
They only have ordinary memories
Which happens to be you in it
Poem titled: Orange with you, Karya Siti Nurlaela'
The voice of a man talking about the poetry of twilight is very beautiful, Fahad deliberately looking for a rhyme to fill the time to be spent with Kinan under the shade of the orange horizon. Kinan's gaze was so sad, when he saw the beautiful scenery slowly began to disappear as the poetry progressed.
After feeling quite satisfied looking at the twilight in a weak lying state, his gaze pointed at the hospital window that displayed the afternoon sky which was now beginning to disappear like a saying without saying a word that would later either come or not. He glanced at Fahad who was still at home clasping the fingers of Kinan's clasped fingers while turning off the cellphone used to listen to people reading twilight poetry.
Kinan's forehead linked, digesting Fahad's words just now. "Why?"
"I'm sorry, why are you like this?"
"Did Barakka not tell you? You see, when I saw Barakka fighting two thugs even though my eyes were blurry and unclear because my head almost broke."
"She told me, it's just that I want to hear it from you right away."
"Should I tell him? It's over, though," teased Kinan.
Hearing Kinan as if he was flirting, Fahad turned his gaze in any direction. "Please take it that way."
"Actually I did not know that I would be overflowing with a calamity this heavy, because at that time I had finished praying dhuha and then my stomach felt rumbling and wanted to eat a snack. When I opened the door, I was surprised by the arrival of two thugs."
"Didn't you hear some kind of knock on the door?"
"Oh my God, sir! Where there's a thief knocking on the victim's door, if you knock on the door later kelyduk if they want to pick up the goods." Kinan pat on jidat, it could be that the teacher and her husband think like that.
Fahad manggut-mangut understand. "Yes, anyway."
"Oh yes, don't worry about me I'm fine" said Kinan smiling calmly.
"Well from where, you're almost dying, you're even running out of blood. Now the doctor has given blood transfusions as many as 3 bags, initially the doctor needs 5 bags. Now is enough, because you are good at resting and you have spent three bags and that is the last one," explained Fahad ranting because the soul of his panic has not subsided.
"Oh, so the story of Mr protest?"
"Not protesting, dear. I panicked, even more panicked since Barakka told me that, I panicked half to death even my soul was overwhelmed with guilt. I'm guilty of not being able to look after my wife well" Fahad said, kissing Kinan's hand, which was still wrapped in an infusion hose.
"Now, what's that talking about?"
"And the proof is that you're lying weak in the hospital."
"Oh my God, I'm okay with the originals. Look I'm conscious, so don't worry I'm strong" Kinan said, smiling at Fahad.
Fahad just took a deep breath and breathed it out, as if a little Fahad's brain remembered Barakka's words. "I heard from Barakka, that thug almost did something?"
"Yes, thankfully Barakka arrived on time. So, that thug didn't touch my skin even if it was just one hair. Oh yeah, how's bi Ijah and bi Marni doing?" ask Kinan.
"Thank God, he's fine" Fahad replied. "You think of others, you think of yourself. Obviously you're hurt here and there, and he just fainted from getting hit in the nose."
Kinan took a breath and threw it away with a huff, the hand was always held by Fahad now Kinan let go. Grabbing Fahad's smooth cheeks, and rubbing Fahad's eyes that looked a little puffy like he had been crying for hours. Kinan's lips never stopped smiling, his heart felt a pain even more than anything. The soul who always asked to be pampered, now wants to spoil Fahad as it should.
"Looks like your eyes were crying ...."
"That's because I'm worried about you, I'm your husband so it's natural that I worry about you."
"Now don't cry, I'm fine" Kinan said.
Fahad nodded and smiled, he took Kinan's still-felt hand stroking his smooth cheek. Now Fahad chose to drown his face in the palm of Kinan's hand, bodo very with the smell of medical alcohol which he said was sterile.
"Oh yeah, he said our parents would come here?"
"Yes, mom and dad will be here later tonight while ummah and abah he said tomorrow morning," explained Fahad.
Kinan's forehead screeched in wonder. "Lho's? Mom and dad were here last night? Is that disturbing?"
"No, he said that tomorrow he cannot come here. Tomorrow they have to attend a meeting with the company's top officials to talk about business" Fahad replied.
Hearing that somehow Kinan's feelings are so sliced, a feeling that has always been felt since the age of a toddler. He turned his gaze towards the window, beautiful twilight had accompanied the sense of sadness now the horizon began to enter dark time. 'Even after I got married, my mom and dad never paid me any attention. You are always preoccupied with various activities, until you forget the promise I once wanted, ' Inner Kinan screamed.
'I want to share my burden, I want to chat with you at that time. But, you ignored me and placed importance on duty to the point of never giving me attention and advice. Had time replayed, I wouldn't want to feel how wonderful the world would be if you were more concerned with it.'
'But God is fair to me. He touched me with the figure of a great man, thanks to your choice I felt my burden reduced even though it was only as big as a seed of Dharrah. I'm lucky, ' Inner Kinan again and again pathetic.
Fahad who noticed it seemed to know what the wife was harboring, considering his conversation with the in-laws of course Fahad felt pity. Kinan who is so poor, only gets affection through Alsaki. 'I understand your mind, your feelings, and everything, ' Fahad's mind.
"Kinan, what's going on? Is anyone sick?"
"No."
"Then why are you turning your back on me?"
"A-I just miss mom and dad," Kinan replied stammeringly.
"really that? But, from your gestures like something is hidden," Fahad said.
"No, ko," Kinan replied quickly and turned his gaze to Fahad so that the gazes of the two met.
"I see what you mean."
"Thank you" said Kinan.
'The ******* it's not dead either, ' the inner person is dressed all in black and immediately leaves after witnessing a hot scene.
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Thank you for reading, may the days we pass always be happy❤❤
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