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Elsewhere, Fatimah fell silent. The wounds on some parts of his body were still painful. Fortunately, the accident did not cause any serious injuries. He can still realize even though the trauma of the accident is still looming.

Open IGD space curtain. Mother and Father entered in a hurry, as well as showing expressions of worry.

"Oh Allah, why are you so rich, Fat?" Mother approached while rubbing the head of her daughter covered in hijab. Then kiss the forehead along with the shedding of tears that contain gratitude. "Mom was so scared when I heard you had an accident."

"I'm not papa, Mom. There were nyelonong mothers so the car slipped because of sudden ngerem."

"You, anyway! I told you, don't go anywhere if your mind is upset." Mr. Sofian ruffled his waist on the side of the bed.

"Dad, Fatimah was no longer much of a thought. Yes, I'm not papa." Fatimah tried to calm the father.

Seeing the condition of his daughter who only minor injuries if seen from the outside makes him able to breathe freely.

Bu Sofian turned to her husband, who momentarily reminded him of what he had done to Ilyas.

"Dad must apologize to Ilyas" Sofian said to her husband who was silent.

"Sorry?" Fatimah asked with a frown. Bu Sofian himself just sighed he could not possibly tell the incident to his daughter. "What did you think, Mom?"

"No papa, Fat. I'm a lupain," he replied diverting.

Honestly, Fatimah's curiosity still rippled in the girl's heart. However, he asked again when a greeting sounded as the curtain blurted.

A police officer in full uniform approached Mr. Sofian's family.

"Sir, Ma'am," he said politely.

"Well, Prima boy?" Bu Sofian welcomed her warmly the son of her husband's friend who works as a lecturer as well.

"Yes, Mom. It just so happens that I handled the Fatimah accident case."

"Oh, that. Thank you very much, son."

"Either. Because the family has come, and also Fatimah is not papa so I want permission to leave."

"It's such a hurry." Mr. Sofian showed his friendly face to this man in uniform.

"Yes Sir. I have to do the job again. Maybe, later in the afternoon if allowed I'll see my father and mother again."

"Oh, that's definitely allowed." Mr. Sofian chuckled, different from his father and mother. Fatimah did not care, she focused more on the pain in her wounds.

"I'll excuse you then. Assalamualaikum..."

"Halaikumsalam," they answered simultaneously.

"Well, that rich gini new cool. Not a rich neighbor."

"Dad, I said that. Istighfar..," reprimanded Bu Sofian who was not answered by the middle-aged man before him.

Fatimah was shaking her head, her lips were grimacing because the pain in her injuries really made her forget everything there.

***

Before dusk came, Ilyas prepared. They will return to Babylon after a one-night stay here.

"Mas, why don't you take it last night again?" ask Abas slowly. Because his brother-in-law was inside so he dared to ask something like this. "House is deserted again."

"Tomorrow, Ma'am Ayu came in the morning, Bas. So we have to go back. Next week, we'll take another look."

Abas mangosteen, he also took a step back when his sister-in-law came out while carrying Nisa.

"Udah?" ilyas asked with his hands holding Qonni's helmet.

"Udah, Mas." Qonni turned to Abas, his sister-in-law was waving to Nisa. "Bas, Ma'am go home first."

"Yes, Bas. Greetings to Ibnu."

"Yes, Mommy."

Qonni smiled, then turned to look at Ilyas' chest as the man was fitting a helmet for him. After saying goodbye, the motorbike drove away leaving the teenager who was standing in the courtyard of the house. In his eyes the sky for a while, after that back in.

...

The day changed...

The new couple is getting ready to go to work. Qonni who was putting up his hijab unceasingly looked at Ilyas.

Yes, the woman does always look attractive when wearing a foot color uniform. If he had always kept his sight, now he could see it until he was satisfied.

A sweet peck landed on her cheek, Ilyas was anxious for her even though the wife did not respond more than just silence when her husband's lips pressed against her cheek.

"The beauty of my wife," he praised still in a position of embrace. Qonni smiled faintly, letting his cheeks that had been covered in thin solid powder continue to be kissed.

"Yes..."

"Yes?" Ilyas stopped his movement. Staring at Qonni's face from the mirror while leaning his chin on his shoulder.

"So I read the group chat, the teacher's friends want to look at Ms. Fatimah."

Ilyas. Though his intention is also today after returning he will stop by the hospital to see the state of Fatimah. Because from yesterday he kept his mind, while his chat message to Mr. Sofian was not replyed.

"Please let me go to Chileungsi again, won't you?"

"Who are you the same?" tanya Ilyas grabbed the comb in front of Qonni. The man also made his own hair.

"Almost all staff teachers. Intention to use the car, the rest use their respective motors."

Ilyas nodded with a gaze pointing at the reflection of his own face, after which he placed the object made of plastic material.

"Can you, today, you, Mas the anther?"

"Kok ushered?" Ask with a frown. "Will be home?"

"I'll pick him up again. I also have an intention to be with him, Dek."

Qonni shook his head, after which he checked for bruises that were still blue on the cheekbones. One hand was raised, wiping the wound of the punch the man received yesterday.

"Mas sure you want to go there, if you see that father again, how? I'm honestly still scared."

"Fear what? Why fear humans? We're not wrong anyway." Ilyas crouched down he clasped Qonni's hand. "Don't worry, as long as we don't make mistakes. We don't have to be afraid."

Hearing that the woman with the quadrangular hijab of the leg color nodded.

"So how, want, no, I'm anterin to a place to hang out?" Repeating questions.

"Yes, Mum." The woman nodded. In his heart he hoped there would be no big problems like yesterday when he arrived at the hospital later.

***

When the time came to go home, the disciples scattered. Staff teachers who arranged the promise to visit Fatimah also began to gather in the courtyard of the mosque in front of the school building. Until only thirty minutes later, the vehicle began to drive to the location where Fatimah received treatment.

Upon arrival at one of the public hospitals, several fellow teachers consisting of eight female teachers and five male teachers entered the VIP treatment room.

Of course, their presence was warmly welcomed by Bu Sofian who happened to be on his own guard, because her husband today had a meeting with students who were in need of guidance.

One by one shook the hands of Fatimah, not least Qonniah. He smiled warmly at the girl who displayed a smile of awkwardness unlike before.

Qonni realized Fatimah's cold attitude. However, he tried to refuse. Fatimah was indeed sick, it was only natural that she seemed to ignore some people. Although more striking the indifference was aimed only at him.