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An unexpected farewell.part.4.

Time passed, Izal bang had already returned to the inn where he was staying.

He promised to deliver Syakira tomorrow to Batu Nadua water park for a vacation back, because it is a national holiday.

After that, then he returned to the city of Medan, because the next day, he will return to work.

Triings..Lala

trring...The lala...

My phone was ringing softly, because my kids were sleeping.

Actually I've been feeling sleepy, but maybe there's something important, that Izal wants to talk about.

With a heavy heart, I grabbed my phone and pressed the green button on my phone screen.

" Assalamualaikum", I said.

" Is this really Ani's mother?", a man asked me.

" Yes right, myself, what is it?, who has this phone where, how is it with you?", I asked with a feeling of anxiety.

" Yes Bu, who has this phone, is being treated by a doctor in the surgical room, because his condition is now critical" he said.

" Athaghfirullah, I'll be there soon, the general hospital right sir?", I asked.

" Yes ma'am", he said, ending the phone call.

I rushed to my uncle's room.

I knocked on their bedroom door.

" What's the matter, son, why haven't you slept?", asked my aunt.

" Gini Bi, someone called my phone using Izal bang cell phone, he said Izal bang is in the hospital in critical condition, now still in the surgical room", I said with a feeling of worry.

"Why can son?, he was still fine here, what was the cause?", asked my Uncle curiously.

" I don't know uncle yet, now I want to go to the public hospital to see how things are going, I'll take Syakira and Habib ya uncle" I said as I walked to my motorcycle.

" Yes, my son, be careful, do not speed the bike" said my aunt.

I immediately pulled out my mainstay matic motor from my uncle's garage, and closed it back down, and I saw my uncle re-locking it with his spare key.

I turned on my engine and drove it at a speed heading for the Sidwuan general hospital.

A few minutes later, I arrived in front of the hospital.

I locked my bike because I was afraid of being stolen.

I rushed to the hospital reception.

" Mommy, is there a patient named Izal here, he said he is being operated on here ", I asked.

" Is he a hit-and-run victim who is being operated on by Mario's doctor", said the receptionist.

" What is the mother whose name is Ani?", asked a man who was quite old in my opinion, his age was about fifty years.

" Yes, sir, myself, the father who called me earlier?", I asked.

" Yes Ma'am, sorry to have called my mother these nights, TU because Mr. Izal asked me to call my mother, during the trip to the hospital, she was still aware, when she arrived at this hospital, she said, he's passed out, Mom, he said she's his wife.

I was silent for a moment hearing his words.

" How did it happen that made Izal bang such a critical condition?", I asked.

" He tried to save me from a fatal accident that my hidden enemy might have planned, but Ani didn't have to be afraid, because the police were chasing the hitman, most likely, he said, we'll know who's behind it" he said.

" How is the chronology sir, whereas earlier, bang Izal want to return to his inn, where is it?", I asked.

" So Mr. Izal and I were grateful in a mini market, we didn't know each other or say hello to each other, but when I wanted to cross the highway to get back to my car, he was in the opposite direction, there was a speeding transport truck wanting to hit me, and Mr. Izal probably saw me in danger, so he suddenly pushed my body to save me, but did not have time to avoid the fast-moving transport truck, so he was hit and critical condition as it is today" he explained.

" Athaghfirullah.may Allah save the life of bang Izal", I said with a sharp eye.

" I'm sorry, Ms. Ani, maybe I'm a little presumptuous, it seems like we've met, but not when and where ", he said while trying to remember.

" Yes, sir, it seems we have met before, if you may know, whose father's name?", I asked.

" My name is Zainal Abidin, I used to live in the Old Mountain town, but when my wife passed away, three years ago, I moved to Sidwomen, and I worked as a contractor here", said explained.

" Abaghfirullah.. Are you Ani who announced who lost a brown leather wallet first during a break at the restaurant of the Bayang Pane bus stop first?", he asked back.

" Yes sir, it turns out we can meet again huh" I said with a smile on her face.

" Yes, even though there have been eight years already" he said.

While we were chatting, a nurse came out of the operating room.

"Is there anyone named Ani here?", asked the nurse.

" I'm alone ma'am" I said as I walked over to him.

" The patient has passed through critical condition, now that we will transfer him to the ICU room for further examination, has the mother completed her administration?", the nurse asked.

" It's all done ma'am, you just take care of the patient well, so that he gets well soon" said Mr. Zainal Abidin in response to our conversation.

" Well then, Ms. Ani can come with us to the ICU room to monitor the condition of the mother's husband" he said.

We followed him from behind.

A few minutes later, we arrived in front of the ICU.

The nurses brought Izal bang into the ICU room. I saw his pale face and his weak-looking body was helpless.

May you heal quickly Izal, I said in my heart while looking at it with sadness.

" Ani, I say yes first, because I have to take care of the important thing, if there is anything, please contact me yes, here let me type my mobile number", he said while extending his hand to me.

I gave her my phone, and she typed in her phone number and called her phone number using my phone.

After that, he told me. I also accept his departure.

I waited for Izal bang while sitting in the hospital seat near the ICU room, so that I could monitor the condition of Izal bang at any time.

Time passed, I passed by tonight with concern for the safety of Izal bang and the state of my children, what if Izal bang left this world, my children would be orphans, he said, just like me, I won't feel the affection of a father.

Am I being too selfish, if I want to be separated from my husband who does not appreciate my feelings, always hurt my feelings, I said in a heart raging full of question marks.

I also fell asleep in the hospital's long chair, without blankets or pillows.

Adhan shubuh also reverberated in I woke up from my sleep.

I went to the ICU nurse to go back to my uncle's house to see my children, because I was afraid they would cry hysterically, if I hadn't seen me this morning.

After asking for his phone number, I rushed to my motorcycle parking lot. I started my engine and drove it at medium speed.

A few minutes later, I arrived in front of my uncle's house.

" Assalamualaikum", I said, knocking on my uncle's door.

" Wa alaikum salam" said my aunt as she opened her door.

" It's a good thing that you're here Ni, Habib has woken up and cried looking for you in all the rooms of this house" said my aunt in a worried tone.

" I'm sorry ma'am, it's been a hassle for Bibi, now that Izal is being treated in the ICU room, because he hasn't regained consciousness after the surgery" I said as I rushed to the bedroom where my son Habib cried.

" My dear Habib" I said as I carried her and tried to persuade her.

" Mama Cemana?", she asked in tears.

" Mama nengokin dear father to the hospital" I said as I continued to coax him with the cake in my Aunt's refrigerator.

" Ooh.", he said, eating the cake I gave him.

After Habib finished the cake, Syakira suddenly woke up crying looking for her father.

" Why are you, son?", I asked while hugging him.

" Ma, I have nightmares about my father" she said, hugging my body and crying.

" Dad's fine" I said, hugging him tightly, so that he could calm down.

" Is it true ma, dad is fine?", he asked as he let go of my embrace and looked at my face.

I also feel a dilemma, do I have to say what happened to Izal bang?, I asked in my heart.

Seriate...