My Soulmate's

Medicine VS Management

Day after day continues to change, even every change of time continues to be accompanied by a round of seconds, seconds, and minutes until finally it turns into a clock, from the number of hours that day also changes with time. Fahad has since cared for and cared for Kinan himself willing to leave for approximately seven days even Kinan did not enter the class at that time, not a single friend has visited her since she was hospitalized.

However, Kinan felt flowery when he read the incoming message notification from a friend who was none other than Ita and Brayen the two students asked his whereabouts in panic.

Brayen: [Lo where the hell has almost a week of permission to continue?]

Kinan: [Heheh, maap. God willing the day after I entered the ko]

Ita: [Oh my goodness, Plend! Don't worry!]

Kinan: [Quick down, I'm just a permit to doang]

The message was sent separately, Kinan staring at Fahad as he packed a suitcase filled with clothes. Even Kinan has changed his clothes, do not ask if it still hurts or not? Thanks to medical help and prescribed drugs slowly the pain is reduced even sometimes relieve pain in the abdomen. But, Kinan had no problem with it after a week his wound slowly began to dry up just waiting for time to release the sewing thread.

The doctor had told him that today he could go home, as long as he had to routinely treat wounds that had not been ninety-nine percent healed and completely dry let alone the stomach part of a sharp object called a machete. Because the wound nearly injured one of the reproductive organs. So inevitably Kinan meets the requirements of the doctor himself.

"Finally home!" kinan shouted excitedly on the hospital sofa bench.

Fahad shook his head to see the behavior of his wife as if he had just found his favorite game. "Yes, we're home."

"Is it ready?" ibha asked the two men.

"It's over!" compactedly.

"Before that, you want to stay with your father and mother or your home?" ask Ibha.

"I'm going with Fahad, '" replied Kinan.

"Have you been the best wife of the story?" harsa Goda.

"Ish Mother," shy Kinan.

Everyone laughed at Kinan's behavior as if he was possessed by a wrong behavior. While Fahad only smiled, it was as if the upbringing given to Kinan was too perfect to be made as a man and wife.

"Already, already. So where are you going?" asked Harsa to stop the atmosphere throwing laughter.

"Be home alone" replied Kinan briefly.

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The four men were immediately released from the house smelling of alcohol after Fahad paid for the hospital administration. Now the car carrying each of the two people began to leave the perkarangan house to the main destination, the residence Fahad. Not intending to not want to, Kinan wanted to spend his rest period comfortably without having to bother his parents.

Because of Kinan, his parents chose to comfort and even postpone and cancel the meeting schedule with company officials to discuss products to offer other contracts. Not to mention the task of neatly lined mountains certainly in the workspace of Ibha and Harsa.

No matter how many dozen minutes two cars spend the trip, now the main place Fahad is right in front of the eyes. Car type toyota fortune parked in front of there which is none other than Hasan, yes both parents Fahad waiting for the arrival of both of them from home to check the condition.

"Ummah and babah seem to have been waiting" Fahad said as he removed the seatbelt attached to his body.

One second ...

There was no conversation thrown out even the answer to his words did not exist. Fahad turned to Kinan who was sitting next to him, apparently the wife was sleeping soundly with her face facing towards him. A sweet smile was engraved on Fahad's face as his net looked sincerely at Kinan's face.

"It's worth the silence, usually chatty," murmured Fahad to remove the seatbelt attached to Kinan's body.

After that, Fahad came out first because he felt that Kinan did not feel disturbed by his movements. He immediately opened the door of the white car occupied by Kinan and carried Kinan's bare body. There is a strange feeling when lifting the body of the wife, Kinan which was once felt a bit too heavy now it feels like lifting cotton may be the effect of hospital medicine let alone almost out of blood.

"Your wife's asleep?" maryam asked when she heard Fahad's footsteps entering the house.

The brown door was deliberately not closed by Maryam, so when hearing footsteps and cars it could be ascertained that Fahad had reached home. He was surprised to find Fahad carrying Kinan's sleeping body as well as Hasan. The expected expectations turned out to be not in accordance with reality, because they would welcome the son-in-law with real zonk affection.

"He's sleeping, seems tired. Ummah and Babah please enjoy first, I'm up."

Fahad immediately walked to his main destination, the room above, after which Harsa and Ibha had just arrived with a suitcase belonging to the couple.

"Oh you have come" said Harsa, yelling at the back of Mary's hand and kissing like a socialite gang.

"We have just arrived" replied Maryam.

Bi Marni and Bi Ijah came to bring some snacks and drinks with various flavors. The two servants sat next to the seats of the two families, remembering Maryam's promise to tell the chronological story even though it had passed for about a week.

"Oh so this is his assistant?" ask Ibha.

"Yes, Sir. My name Azijah can call Bi Ijah next to me Sumarni his call Bi Marni," replied Bi Ijah lowered his head.

"I heard from Barakka, Bibi was both victims" Harsa said.

"Because of our busyness to focus on cooking, suddenly someone hit my throat until I fainted as well as Bi Ijah," continued Bi Marni lowered her head.

"Is there anything awkward?" Search Ibha.

"Nothing, Sir. Because at that time, I realized I was being helped by the citizens," Bi Ijah replied.

"That's so. Then thank you, please work," said Ibha restlessly.

Bi Ijah and Bi Marni who felt satisfied enough to provide some clarification finally two middle-aged women immediately moved from their seats to the main goal of the war with a variety of tools neatly lined up in the kitchen and some other equipment stored in the warehouse to be reused as a filler for the activities of a maid.

However, what happened to the two women after clarifying there was a disturbing feeling that was still mixed. Bi Ijah who sensed it instantly opened his voice, "hey, Mbok? Isn't the incident that happened to us and Kinan neng not as we think, right? You see if there is a thief should be the thief immediately take the goods in front of him instead of up?"

"Well that's it, because I doang who thought that, Mbok. The disaster did not seem unusual as a kind of surrogate," said Bi Marni agreed with the words Bi Ijah.

"Yes, my feelings aren't because of me anymore? Neng Kinan was good his person should get ill treatment as well. Though it was clear that Kinan did not have anything wrong especially with the Fahad den," Bi Ijah bellowed.

"Hopefully in the future Allah will protect Kinan and Fahad" said Bi Marni also felt his heartbreak about the incident one week ago.

"Aamiin ...," Bi Ijah replied.

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Meanwhile, in room two lovebirds that had been cleaned of blood lying fresh on the floor by Fahad since both Kinan's parents had stayed there. Fahad chose to go home to bring a change of clothes, when entering his private room there were two maids cleaning fresh blood that was still drenched on the floor. So, inevitably Fahad chose to plunge to clean it up.

The not too little blood made Fahad feel pain, as if it failed to protect Kinan. But, Fahad took wisdom in each of those events, the hope is that it will take wherever Kinan goes even that just at home.

The tired body was not disturbed until Fahad laid it on a sleeping mattress and covered it with a blanket to the waist. Not to forget, Fahad turned on the AC with a normal temperature. Afraid later Kinan felt cold, especially the atmosphere of the hospital that attached many cold tools to the room.

The beautiful face did not change even though she was in a deathly pale state, Fahad's right hand pulled out the hair that blocked Kinan's rest sleep. Yes, Fahad opened Kinan's hijab after being laid down. Her lips continue to describe a smile, as long as Kinan sleeps so moved, laid, until removed the hijab is not disturbed at all.

"I promise, every minute, even second, I will accompany you wherever you go. Even at home," said Fahad stroked Kinan's smooth cheeks and immediately rose from his squatting activity to equalize his height.

He walked to the bathroom to clean himself up. A cold shower drenched the entire plain body of Fahad who was holding back the desire of anger that peaked. The belief behind the Kinan disaster continues to be jolted, and, two thugs who have been thrown into the prison is certainly a man's errand to harm the wife who does not know the location of his guilt even lies hidden revenge. A few days ago, Fahad came to the police station where two thugs were sentenced to life with Barakka. Integrating to read the motion makes Fahad memorize right, that they are in the control of the mastermind.

Fahad's brain digests, if the thief entered the house will certainly target valuable items especially in front of the house there are various kinds of expensive objects even when entering the room was the thief would not do more to the victim as long as the victim is unconscious it is more enough to buy various kinds of valuable objects.

But, the deeds of the two thugs were absurd even different from the others. That's Fahad's current thinking about burrowing into the house. Talking to two thugs who had not been integrated by the police for a long time there was no talk that led to the mastermind, just silence and silence.

Fahad's hands danced with the shampoo attached to his black hair, once it reached as if he wanted to remember something of the memory of his fatal mistake, in fact there was not a single memory was terbesit in his mind. For approximately ten minutes collided with the shower and the body was clean. He took a neatly arranged towel on a special hanger, wrapped around it on the waist so that the upper body appeared.

"Astagfirullah satan!" fahad shouted after opening the bathroom door.

"Astagfirefull!" kinan shouted no less surprised, because Kinan already could not bear to urinate because the bathroom door was locked so there was no other way but to stand on the door of the lid.

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"Well, Babah?!" barakka shouted into Fahad's residence after receiving a message that her parents had come to welcome Kinan.

"Your ummah is in the kitchen," said Ibha just out of the guest room.

Barakka lowered her head and stretched out her hand to crucify the back of the middle-aged man who was the brother's in-law. "How are you, son?" ask Ibha.

"My news is good, Om," replied Barakka kindly.

"Allah, thank goodness."

Barakka smiled and nodded. "Yes, Om. Then I'll go to the kitchen first." And get a nod from Ibha.

In the kitchen there were four women busy with their own equipment, siaoa again if not Maryam, Harsa, Bi Ijah, and Bi Marni. The four men were doing their part to cook lunch and dinner. While Hasan was out of nowhere to make Barakka's face wanderlust.

"Ummah," call Barakka.

Maryam heard that immediately turned to look for the source of the voice that was so missed, he said, not even two months left by the son Barakka voice the more days the better and better not to mention with a distinctive voice like a child calling the mother. Netra Maryam caught Barakka standing at the door connected to the kitchen, the man in his daily clothes was so charming.

"Oh, you just came, apparently," answered Maryam approaching the master.

A non-itchy nudge is Barakka's habit of answering the nod from the mother, not to forget he crucified the back of the hand that bears witness to the giving of affection given in a sincere way so that the character of Barakka is perfectly formed as a moral man.

"Sit down" said Maryam to lead the child's tall body to sit on the table. Barakka just obeyed.

"Where is the plague?"

"You're in the back, what's wrong?"

"There's something I want to say to him, but Fahad's brother has to get involved in it. Because this is very much related to the past that happened again in a time like this" Barakka replied seriously.