Prayer of the Worthwhile. Taligama Lotus

Part 5's

The doctor was examining Marwah's condition, the woman's forehead slightly wrinkled when examining the left leg of her patient, then stared for a moment at the nurse who became her assistant, Marko saw, and then looked, changes in the facial features of the female doctor who stands right in front of her, and only separated by the patient's bed.

"That injury, that accident a few years ago, Doc," Marko tried to answer the question that raged on the middle-aged, glasses-wearing woman's mind.

"Aren't you crowned sir, after the accident?"

"The limited cost of the dock, so not the maximum treatment is also therapeutic."

The face of the doctor who uses the blue hijab, increasingly wrinkled, as if not understood by Marko's explanation, hospitalization with room facilities and the best treatment, but for therapy alone there is no cost, but for therapy alone there is no cost, it doesn't make sense to the general surgeon.

Like megeti, with what was in the mind of the doctor who was very critical according to Marko, to want to stop wanting he had to explain about who Marwah really was and what his relationship with the woman who still closed her eyes, so he wanted to tell her about who Marwah really was and what her relationship with the woman who still closed her eyes, although it is already human.

"I'm a distant relative of the dock, only a few days ago discovered its existence, after years of searching, so only this time I can help."

"O, like that, if it can be checked again sir, the condition of his legs, it seems only hardened muscle stiffness, and needs to be treated seriously," explained doctor Retno, about Marwah's condition.

"God, please give me the best care, Doc."

"Well sir, I'll give you an introduction to the reference of interest, to the nerve and neorology, I'll excuse you first."

"Okay doc, thank you."

"Together, assalamualaikum."

"Alaikumsalam."

After the death of Retno doctor, Marko approached Marwah lying down, rubbed gently the head of the woman who was still covered in milk chocolate hijab.

"Mas, we open the muhrim," the voice of Marwah shrewdly rebuked, subtly, not to touch it.

"Sorry, how should I make you my mahram, if you are still someone's wife?" Marko replied in a soft voice.

At once Marwah remembered that he had been ingrained Sudrajad, but he would not tell Marko that, at this time he only focused on raising his children, after his recovery later.

"Mas, please leave me alone, your work certainly cannot be left behind, right?" , back Marko felt there was a tone of expulsion, from the woman he loved so much.

"My men will do everything, I just direct from here, why always avoid? why don't you meet me?" 'scar Marko to the woman who tried to change her position to sit down.

"I can be alone" said Marwah, as Marko would help.

the man could only notice, every woman who had made him unable to move the other side of the heart, made a move on his bed.

Feeling stared at, with the intense man who had once made his life, focused only on one goal, being the wife of Marko Fernando Adiguna, he felt careless, stared at behind the greenish-colored net, he said, belonging to men of Javanese, Portuguese, tionghua descent, carefully, there is a puddle of longing there and still looks like a lake of love that has not changed from the past.

There was a sigh of pain, in the wounds that opened again, if you remember the journey of their story, did not feel tears flowing, soaking the thin cheeks of the woman who was fragile heart.

"Mas, please leave me alone," repeated a soft remark from the pale lips of Marwah.

"Why? do you hate me too? look at me now, everything has changed, I have everything" said Marko as he approached Marwah.

The woman who is psychically injured is also physical, the more intrusive, the more painful the wound is in the heart, past events, such as replay, are skipped like a movie slide in her mind.

Enclosed thin body of women who are bowed in tears, his embrace, gently rubbed head covered with hijab, trying to calm the heart of a woman who is being overwhelmed with sadness and turmoil.

"Have, do not remember anymore, everything has passed, the important thing is, now restore your condition first, just think about how it will continue" said Marko, while gently tucking Marwah's head.

"Ma--mas, this isn't real, we're not mahrams" elak Marwah, trying to push Marko's body away from him.

As soon as the man walked away, from the woman who turned out, still taking care of her, despite the fact that she had been stabbed by her husband, Marko placed himself, in a chair beside Marwah's bed.

Marko gives a tissue to Marwah, to remove the tears, which continue to wet the face of the woman who still reigns in his heart.

Drrrt...drrt..., there were shakes on Marko's cell phone, which was lying on the nightstand, and he immediately saw the flat object sailing wide, his forehead wrinkled shortly after seeing who contacted him, and he was very happy, by the time he had handed over all the responsibilities of the work, to his confidant.

"Assalamualaikum, what's wrong?"

....

"Well, I'll try to get to the location immediately, handle what you're used to, first, I'll leave immediately."

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"Wait on! I'm coming, assalamualaikum."

Marko called a nurse as well as a trusted person, to the nurse he advised to always accompany and help, what Marwah needs, while to his confidants, asked to keep watch outside the room, and to keep the, and as soon as possible to inform the man with a strong high posture, the condition of his special patients.

"Mar, I say yes, there is business to be done, there is already a nurse who will accompany you, outside there is also Jaka, if you need something just tell them."

"It doesn't have to be like this Mas, it should be," said Marwah, staring at Marko, who was wearing his suit.

"Already, you just rest, do not have to think about anything, let it heal quickly, I say yes, assalamualaikum."

"Alaikumsalam, beware Mas," lirih Marwah replied.

Engraved in a smile at the end of Marwah's pale lips, he felt something was raging in his chest, no matter what his name was, but he knew, if he had ever felt it, long before he knew so hard the journey of life, when he was young, still so innocent, just going to school, playing with his friends.

The voice of adzan magrib reverberated, immediately Marwah asked Sister Tia for help, to clean up, she also asked sisters Tia and Jaka to congregate with her, she said, Jaka was amazed at the special woman who had seized the attention of his big boss.

Even Jaka felt grateful, because after discovering the existence of Marwah, who had been sought for so many years, his boss had undergone many changes, was not arrogant, cold, selfish, even as long as Jaka became his right hand, he said, never seen his boss was running the five-time worship, now more diligent prayer.

Finished they pay the creator, Jaka asked permission to buy dinner, sister Tia take care of the prayer equipment they use, Marwah continued to recite the holy verses of the Koran from Marko's small musaf that was deliberately left behind.

"Assalamualaikum," a familiar voice sounded in Marwah's ears.

"Alaikumsalam," answered Marwah and the Tia.

The figure of a dashing man with after a denim shirt, material pants, sunglasses perched on his nose, stepped into the Marwah's ward.

who is that man? wait for the next story.