Prayer of the Worthwhile. Taligama Lotus
The Part 11
Almost midnight Marko returned to the hospital, it was not calm if he had to leave Marwah alone, yes even though there are sisters, she said, but still he felt there was less if not look at his woman when he went to sleep.
This morning the doctor did a last visit on Marwah, his physical condition and psychic had improved, the infusion was also able to be removed after it ran out, then also had several times of therapy for his left foot, he also had several times of therapy for his left foot, thank God it has started to improve and can walk normally even though it is still not perfect.
"Bu Marwah, thank God his condition has improved, can be continued outpatient, for therapy still has to be done, insyaallah can return to normal walking, just because of the stiffness of the muscles that are left alone," the light of the doctor who treated Marwah, at length.
"Okay Doc, my left leg is already feeling good, Doc, thank you for taking good care of me," sincere Marwah words came out from the bottom of his heart.
"Sama-sama, Mom, it has become my duty, later I will schedule for therapy and prescription vitamins for the nerves of the feet of Bu Marwah."
"Thank you again, Doc."
"Yes ma'am, if anyone wants to ask can pass the guard nurse, God willing I will answer."
"All right, Doc."
"I'm sorry, stay healthy Ms. Marwah, assalamualaikum," said the female doctor who always patiently takes care of her patients.
"Alaikumsalam."
Highlights of relief are also the happiness emanated from the face of a woman who misses her children so much, impatient to go home and meet them.
"Hey, what's wrong? did I miss the news, so I couldn't guess why your face seemed to be beaming my queen?" suddenly Marko's voice sounded in the room with luxurious facilities.
"Thank God I can go home, Mom, so can't wait to meet the kids" Marwah replied with a fluffy smile.
"Alhamdulillah, yes I have been to the administration first yes, sus, please be given the goods of Bu Marwah."
"Good, sir."
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Dusk crept down, revealing orange rays on the horizon, Marwah standing in front of a large glass window framing a beautiful painting of the creator of the universe.
He really liked the atmosphere like this, making him feel comfortable, instantaneously repeated gratitude in his heart because he could still enjoy the twilight so charming, until he did not feel his memory back in the days of being a teenager.
"Marwah, Isman, let's go home, take a bath, soon enter the time of magrib lo, get ready to touch," the loud voice of a woman in her forties called out to her two daughters' sons who were playing basketball on the back court of their home.
The two teenagers were brothers chasing each other towards their mother, the cheerful laughter of the two of them made the afternoon atmosphere in the big house become more crowded and cheerful.
Subroyo Atmojo family, is a family of middle class, Pak Subroto office echelon III in BUMN, with two children, boys and girls, who are 5 years of birth, who are, while the mother is dedicated to taking care of the family, although highly educated namin has become a commitment for her to take care of her child and husband.
It is certain that the life of Marwah and her brother Isman has never lacked since they were still in the womb of the mother. The reflection of a happy family, with abundant luxury, but behind all that Mr. Subroto turns out to be a person who is less grateful, even his daily life is arguably far from the Khaliq.
Just fiddling with spending money for mischief, even Mr. Subroto also has a mistress, but his family does not know the behavior of their family head when outside the house.
It is very nice Mr. Subroto wrapped all his behavior in front of the family and the public, while at home he became a family man, so Isman always hibla on his papa in many ways, in many ways, but the young man did not know the vices of his role models.
The gentle touch on Marwah's boat made her wishful thinking back from reminiscing about her moments still with her only parents and older sister.
"Just the mother's keinget, papa also mas Isman, miss their equal," replied Marwah after positioning himself against Marko.
"Just pray that they are well, pray that the deceased may have the best place in his heaven, amiin."
"Aamiin, thank you Mas, has always been encouraging, has always been good."
"Together, let's go home, it's all done, right?"
"Here you go, Mas, come on."
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"Assalamualaiku."
"Mamak, it's a mamak" Nisa shouted from inside the house, followed by the sound of footsteps running towards the door.
As soon as the door opened from the inside, an 8-year-old little girl rushed out, followed by her two brothers, Fahmi and Rahma.
Nisa immediately mixed into her mother's arms, "Mommy, Nisa kangen, Mamak don't get sick anymore, Nisa can't sleep if it's not the same mamak," sobs Nisa spilled in Marwah's warm embrace.
Behind his small body Fahmi also Rahma also sobbed, really they are strong children, in their early age they have to be independent because of circumstances, a look of happiness emanated from the three children of Marwah, Marwah, when separated from their mother, it was the hardest they felt.
"Dek, already hugged his mother, let mamak enter first," Fahmi sounded out.
Nisa immediately released her embrace from the body of the mother, clasping tightly the hand of the woman who had given birth to her, as if afraid of being left again, the two mothers and children stepped into the house, after Fahmi and Rahma gave way.
Marko followed Jaka who carried Marwah's personal belongings to follow the happy-looking woman into a small rented house. In the mind of the man, Marwah and her children wanted to occupy a more decent home, but there was still doubt to express his intentions to the woman so dear.
"Sir, who are they?" , the Marwah jagoan asked about the two men who drove his mother, with an inquiring look and could not be separated from the figure of both.
"Oh, yes, Mak forgot, this is Om Marko, and another Bang Jaka," Marwah replied while introducing two men who were sitting on the living room bench.
"Om Marko is a friend of my mother since she was in school.if Bang Jaka is Om Marko's confidant," Marwah continued to explain.
Nisa drags to the bag room containing clothes and personal needs of her mother, when Rahma comes out carrying a tray on top of which there are three glasses of warm sweet tea made by her tiny hand.
"This is Fahmi, this beautiful Rahma and the youngest was Nisa," again Marwah's voice was heard memoerintokannya his children to Marko and Jaka.
When Fahmi would shake Marko and Jaka's hands, the man prevented him, "Sister, don't have physical contact first yes, again susceptible to the virus, right," straightforward Marko gave an explanation to the teenage boy.
"Yes om, drink om, sorry there is only drinking water," so mature said Fahmi when offering a drink to his guests.
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About how did Fahmi's response also his two younger brothers to Om Marko?
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