Prayer of the Worthwhile. Taligama Lotus

The Part 18

Marwah's tears could not be contained anymore, worry dominated his heart and mind, seeing the youngest rolled with his eyes closed, and his eyes closed, although Marko said that Nisa was asleep but the feeling of a mother still can not ignore when seeing her baby suffered a disaster.

"Dec, already, let Nisa rest, has it dealt with, you also rest, child where?" Marko is next to Marwah.

A sense of astonishment ambushed Marwah when she heard Marko calling himself Dek.

"Children outside the sams Bang Jaka, can not enter the problem," explained Marwah.

"I stay a while anter children go home is all right? kasian if I have to wait outside."

"At home there is no one who Mas, I am worried," anxiety returned to the heart of Marwah.

"I take you home, at home there are aunts who can nemenin them, you don't have to worry, just focus on meenin Nisa."

"Wouldn't it be a hassle later?"

"No, Fahmi same Rahma is an independent child, I say yes, if there is anything Jaka in front."

"Okay, take heart and pick up the child."

"Yes, assalamualaikum."

"Alaikumsalam."

After Marko's death, the mother of three children immediately imposed the obligation of four of his designs are delayed, prostrate in hanparan prayer mat musola hospital, after first entrust Nisa to the care nurse.

Shedding all her heartbreak, asking for healing for the youngest, as well as protection for her other children, asking for clues about her relationship with a man who was so good.

It feels like some time his life is calm, peaceful, but once he meets Marko again there is only a problem, no, not himself to blame the handsome man, he said, but since the terror incident at his home two months ago, worries always overshadowed his life.

After being satisfied with his Rabb, Marwah rushed back to Nisa's nursery, in front of the room Jaka was still faithfully sitting while playing his cellphone.

"Assalamualaikum, Bang," said Marwah.

"Alaikumsalam, you are already inside Mbak," replied Jaka by informing Marko of his whereabouts.

"Yes Bang, thanks for the info."

"Same, Ma'am, before I apologize, it's good that the events of a few months ago were notified to you, afraid that if there is another incident," Jaka suggested.

"Try later I consider Bang, thanks for the input, I pwrmisi first."

"The same, please Ma'am."

When entering the nursery of Nisa, there was a scene that disturbed the heart of Marwah, the painstaking and patient incense Marko was greeting Nisa while telling her, I don't know what the man told her, to make her little girl laugh widely, and to make her laugh, forget for a moment the pain in his hand.

The man why can make his children feel comfortable around him, take their hearts, so that their relationship can be that close, honestly when the beginning of the family avoid Marko, Nisa Deman, and so on, even to the delirious, call out the name Marko, and at the same time the noble-hearted man was on a vigorous search for their existence.

"Mommy," Nisa's voice breaks Marwah's daydream.

"L-yes baby, sorry old man, pray in musola." I got closer to my little girl's bed.

"No matter what Mak, there is Om Marko who nemenin Nisa," replied straightforwardly the youngest.

"Thank you, I'm sorry it's always been a hassle."

"Repot what, no one bothered, this is aunt cook more, I bring it for lunch, you eat first."

"Mas already eaten?"

Marwah enjoyed a afternoon lunch with her favorite menu, chicken pepper with veggie anointing, she realized that the man sitting next to her son's bed was staring at her endlessly.

Trying to stay calm and enjoy the food, regardless of the gaze of the man who had been able to shake his heart, until the last mouth felt his phone vibrate.

Immediately retrieved flat objects given by Marko, visible chat notifications Whatsapp, then in the content of the message terasebut.

Still not staying Marko as well it turns out, it was just your son's broken hand, not his life that floated, the voice of the caller across there was able to make Marwah in a sense of fear.

"Who is this?" marwah asked, his appetite instantly gone

Try it with me, okay look at me what happened after your son's broken hand, back the voice on the other end of the phone threatened Marwah.

"You want what? if I have something wrong with you saying, don't touch my son's son," Marawah's voice rose, his emotions ignited until he forgot that there was Marko, who would question what was happening.

I never play, just look at what will happen.

"Your mouth is with me, don't hurt my children, they don't know what," the voice of Marwah shuddered between the scourging fear as well as the stifled emotions.

Tuuut.

"Hello, hello, what do you want?" marwah's body immediately suffocated like boneless.

Marko approached and held the shoulder of the woman who looked frightened and anxious covering her face.

"Dec, what's wrong? who's on the phone?" leaning Marko on the woman sitting in front of him.

"I don't know, the crazy neror neror continues, Nisa is rich gini also her actions, not threatening to harm children if Mas, continues to be close to us," Marwah explained.

"Since when? why didn't you say?" frankly Marko was very surprised to find out that the family of the woman he loved had experienced terrorization because of him.

"From a few months ago."

"Why not talk, Dek? can I take care of it, kasian son if it gets rich gini?" angry at Marko, Marwah can usually hide this big thing from him.

"The last few months Mas was not present in our lives, all is well, today, only a few hours Mas with us Nisa has been wretched, what's wrong if I stay away from Mas?" Marwah started to sob.

"Sir, this can be overcome if you talk from the beginning, don't tell me you guys moved house deliberately avoiding me?" investigating Marko about his suspicions that instantly flashed through his mind just like that.

"Yes, I beg you never again to be present in our lives Mas, I am afraid of losing children, only those I have, I certainly can't survive if something happens to them," the cry of Marwah increasingly became.

"Listen, I'm gonna finish this, give me your phone so I can track down who called you earlier." Marwah gave Marko his phone.

"Hold this phone, this thing is connected to my phone as well as Jaka, if anything immediately contact me, in front there will still be a replacement guard Jaka so do not worry," at length Marko gave an explanation to Marwah.

"But Mas, what about Fahmi and Rahma?" worry enveloped the heart of the mother who was separated from her two other children.

"Security there layered, with confidants, pray everything will be fine, I go first, take good care of Nisa well, take care of your heart for me, assalamualaikum."

"Mas' heart, alaikumsalam."

Marko left the hospital to coordinate with his confidants, in front of Nisa's nursery there were two guards specially prepared for the man, outside the hospital there are also some guards who placed Marko at some point.

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