Rainbow Hanani
Part 97 End of the car
"I don't know.
Will I be the first to propose to you and chant the Surah Muhammad as the first dowry, according to your request.
Or I will be the angel of death and you will chant the Surah of Yasin and sound your sobbing as farewell on the day of my death."
...... " Hanani Rainbow 🌹"......
Arga is still in Nazhanul's lap. Everyone felt pain, pain, like being stabbed by thousands of trainers.
Especially Wardah as hard as he screamed, so loud as his tears poured out.
Which mother doesn't feel pain ?
When he saw the child impaled in front of his own eyes.
"Mother must be strong." Arga is still trying to comfort her mother behind her pain.
"Darling!
You're also a strong mother's son, hang on, son."
Nasrun called for an Ambulance from a nearby hospital.
He approached Arga, to check his condition temporarily.
But before that happens.
Arga called out to Hana, the silent girl looking at him with tears.
" Hanani Syaufa !! Call her.
Making Hana realize, Hana quickly approached Arga who was lying weakly covered in blood.
" Arga hold on !! Legally.
Makes Arga smile.
" I don't know Han.
Am I the one who will propose to you first and chant the Surah Muhammad as the first dowry according to your request. Or I will be the angel of death and you will chant the Surah Yasin and sound your sobs as farewell on the day of death....
Arga had not yet finished his words, Hana immediately slashed them.
"No!
You promised to be Abu Darda for me! You can't leave me." Hana's behind her sobs.
Making Arga's smile even more fluffy, even though his gaze began to blur.
"I know Han.
That I'm the lucky guy who is occupying the heart of the girl nicknamed Nusaibah bint Ka'ab, whose name is Hanani Syaufa bint Tameer, right?"
Hiksss... Hana's crying broke even more.
Hana nodded confirming Arga's words.
"I'll fight once again Han.
Pray for me! Let God decide our story."
Haiko understood that it was Argo who got Hana's heart.
Despite the pain, Haiko tried hard to accept this fact.
Arga's words again make Hana, ah not only Hana but also all the more hit.
"Son!
You're dad's best son.
I won't let you leave me." said Nazhanul, who was mixed with tears.
" dad.
The life of Arga belongs to God.
Let God be the one who is sure." Sahut Arga. whose breath began to sting.
"Is my story like Sayydina Hussein's father? Who died in the midst of his struggle for the truth?"
Arga's words ripped Nazhanul's heart apart. The son whom he regarded as a traitor, was a warrior of truth.
"Yes, son." Nazhanul closed his eyes, remembering how hurt his son was when he did not trust his son.
Wardah recalled the incident when Arga was nine years old.
Wardah once told his youngest son, about his grandson Rasulullah named Sayyidina Husein, happened in Karbala exactly 10 Muharram. Sayyidina Husein is at war.
More importantly, Sayyidina Husein's army was far outnumbered by the number of her opponent's forces. Sayyidina Husein's head was struck by her enemy's sword, and Sayyidina Husein quickly tore the cloth of her robe and wrapped it around her neck. And at once also the tear of the cloak cloth was covered in blood. However, his enemies did not give him a chance, they again floated his arrows and attacked him from all directions, leaving Husein's head separated from his body.
Until his life was taken away.
Wardah told this story to his son Arga with tears in his eyes. Likewise with Arga, despite being nine years old, he helped shed tears while saying.
"I want to be like Sayyidina Husein bun.
Who died on the battlefield to uphold the truth. Although the head with my body was separated." after Arga said that, Wardah quickly grabbed his son.
And yes, right now Arga's speech is happening.
His life is now on the verge of death.
He fought desperately to establish the truth. It's just different terrain.
Wardah's tears were pouring in, remembering the words of his son at the age of nine.
He stroked his son's cheeks with his fingers, as much as possible he smiled sweetly to encourage his son.
He was very happy if his son was martyred in the way of God, but it was undeniably painful for him.
The pain from the sharp knife stab further made Arga weakened, his vision darkened. Before he closed his eyes. His last look fell on his unrelenting mother crying.
"Mother don't cry.
The life of Arga belongs to God, right, bun." His last words before he spoke.
Wardah shook his head, sobbing when he saw his son's eyes closed.
"Lailaillallah." Close it.
Hearing the sentence that Arga said made their sobs even more broken.
Wardah, the woman's heart seemed to stop beating.The whole body shook violently.
Even this fact made him forget how to breathe.
" Arya !!
Everyone panicked to see Arga who had already closed his eyes. Even Izaz who had been busy beating Vachry stopped his activities.
He ran closer to his sister.
"Arga! His cry shook Arga's body.
"Wake, Ga!
We win! You've managed to clean up the family name of Jihan, Ga."
Unfortunately, my sister did not open her eyes.
"Open your eyes!
If you don't realize, you're not the cave sister anymore." Izaz started not being able to control himself.
Wardah held his eldest son, and stroked his head gently, calming his son.
"Arga must be fine, right, bun ?
Wardah nodded despite the weight, it felt.
" Excuse me !!
Let me check on Arga's condition." Nasrun.
They also let Nasrun check it out.
Seeing Nasrun's faint expression while examining Arga, made everyone think badly.
" How are you doing, Doc ? Askthem.
" Hm, we're taking Arga straight to the hospital. Arga's situation can be said to be critical. The bleeding that happened to him was quite fatal.
Therefore, he needs a blood donor."
Liu.liu.. Liu..
A white car with an additional symbol in his car was buried in the Palace.
Yes, ambulance.
" The ambulance has arrived.
Let the task force handle it." Nasrun.
Everyone tried to hold back and listened to Nasrun's words.
" Ah doc ?
The doctor said that Arga needed a donor ?" Nasrun nodded." Aye." Yeah."
" I'm a doc." Tawar Izaz's.
Nasrun nodded yes.
Arga is quickly taken into an ambulance, accompanied by Izaz, and Wardah.
" Mister please ride." Nazhanul's bodyguards invited Nazhanul to board Nazhanul's car.
Nazhanul looked at him sharply.
" You think I need this car!" nazhanul shouted at him.
the guard was shocked to hear it.
" I went with my son in an ambulance. Urus B*That son of a bitch! Nazhanul.
His personal bodyguard nodded and immediately carried out Nazhanul's orders.
While the others, following using other cars.
During the trip the noise of the car engine was even lost by the sobs of Wardah.
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The cold white iron chair, became a place for them to wait for Arga, who was struggling in the IGD room.
It's been almost three hours, Arga's condition has not been improved. Izaz, who had donated his blood, was also lying on the patient's bed.
Rayhan and Ranti accompanied him in the room.
Hana was sitting on the hospital floor.
Silence did not budge, there was only warm liquid coming out from the corner of his eyes.
He hoped the owner of life would save the man in the IGD room.
" Save Arga, O God."
Wardah who was already helpless, cried without a sound.The sea of his face was filled with such great fear. Her heart never left to beg for her son's safety. This time Wardah was really afraid his son would not be saved.
As a husband, Nazhanul clutched Wardah and gently rubbed his head. To appease his wife." God has the life of our son.
The grace that God has given us. If He is still leaving us, it means God still wants us to take better care of him. However, if God ends the time of rest, we must be sincere Wardah."
Although heavy and painful.
Wardah tried to understand what her husband said.
Their views were all fixed on the IGD Room that was not open.
Temperature worries crept in their midst. Unceasingly chant do'a for the Argasyah Nazhanul Hakim.
Nazhanul was the hardest hit person in this situation. The proudest man who has put his son to the bars.
The selfish man who made his son in the seat of the accused. And almost got the death penalty.
Tears that rarely shed even almost never come out. Now the tears came out without his permission to control every corner of his cheek.
If time can be turned back.
He will always trust his son, even he will always hold him in his arms.
But unfortunately, time can only rotate forward, can never be turned back to back. Now, there was only a sense of regret that controlled his heart.
" Wardah's.
I'm not a good father and I don't deserve to be Arga's father" he said softly to his wife.
Wardah raised her head, looking at her husband's quiet face. She wiped the tears on her husband's cheek.
" Bang !
My brother just misunderstood.
It's not entirely your fault."
Wardah tried to calm her husband, so as not to constantly dissolve with her guilt. She knew that although a little much of this included her husband's fault. But she knows her husband is being provoked by Vachry who is the closest person to her husband.
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Izaz, who could not stand lying on the patient's bed, chose to go to the IGD room.
It's been three hours.
Then the figure of the doctor with a high enough posture out of the IGD Room.
Chequek...
Everyone approached, approaching the figure of the doctor who handled Arga.
" Doc !!
What is the condition of my son ? Ask Wardah.
" Is it okay, Doc ? Connect Izaz.
Although his condition was a little weak, he did not care about his condition.
What he cares about right now is the safety of his younger brother Argasyah Nazhanul Hakim.
Huh... The doctor breathed his breath.
" We have done our best to do so, but God has not allowed a patient named Argasyah not yet awake." Said the doctor.
Wardah almost fell.
Luckily Nazhanul quickly caught his body.
" Bang !!
Nazhanul rubbed his wife's back, channeling warmth to calm his wife.
" God always looks after our son, Wardah."
" The knife's puncture on his abdomen caused massive bleeding with shock and could even lead to death."
Makes everything sobbing.
Blood flow all over their bodies, as if it had stopped flowing.
" But with the permission of Allah Arga can still be saved, even if there is little hope." Further.
I don't know, they don't know if they should be relieved or even more afraid to hear the last words of this high-postured doctor.
" Our job now.
Expand pray that the owner of life always make Arga can pass the critical period."
" I'll excuse you first." Pamit the doctor.
The doctor did not come away from them. Izaz yelled." Doc ! Can we go see Arga ?
The doctor turned and went back to them.
" Ah, sorry for the current condition of the patient is still critical. So not allowed to see him. God willing, if in the next five hours there is progress. Then welcome to visit him."
The doctor who treated Arga answered, then he left them.
The doctor's answer made them even more sad. More and more knock down their defenses. 5 hours?
Even Arga has been in the hospital for about five hours, and plus another five hours? That is also if there is progress on the condition of Arga.
I don't know, if only time could play back. Izaz wants to fix things. So that his brother would not feel this much pain.
Wardah's down on the floor.
His sobs are getting heard.
He squeezed tightly at the end of his clothes, to vent his distress.
The view is straight, on the door of the IGD room.
Expect a handsome young man figure, a tall, white posture, to come out of the room.
Not a word came out of his mouth.
There was only sobs that echoed throughout the room. Nazhanul sat on the floor with his wife.
He closed his eyes, unable to see Wardah as sad and as sad as this.
It felt like his heart was pierced by thousands of trainers, even the authority he often displayed was now torn to shreds by the pain of the conditions his son had to pass through.
And that, because of his mistake.
Ranti who saw Hana also cried without a sound, immediately approached her and hugged her.
" Arga must be fine." Her speech.
Hana returned Ranti's embrace, and hugged her tightly.
" Arga must be okay, Ran ? Repeat Hana.
Ranti just nodded and gently stroked Hana's head wrapped in the violet-colored veil.
The atmosphere of the hospital looked so sad.
Silent ?
Not at all.
Even the sound of a gust of wind blowing fast was nothing compared to the sound coming from in front of the IGD room.
Making those who pass by also concerned about seeing it.
Argasyah Nazhanul Hakim, the youngest son of Nazhanul Hakim, is now lying weakly in the patient's bed.
A few days ago he was behind bars. And now he has to be in the bed of the patient.
Losing his first friend and love.
Hated by his father for a misunderstanding.
And almost sentenced to death, for the slander he was accused of.
And now life is on the verge of death for saving the father who hated him.
It's sad, isn't it ?
Too heavy isn't it being Arga ?
Will Arga be able to get through his critical period ?
Will Arga be Abu Darda for Hana ?
Or will he be able to hear Nazhanul call him my Son again ?
Seriate..
Sevimli 15 April 2021
Warm regards from Author 🌹
Minal Aidin Wal Faidzin Yes.
Sorry inner born ✨
We send Alfatihah yuk together for the safety of Arga:)
