Seikhlas Love Afifa 2

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#Farid POV#

Today I called Mbak Wulan to meet at a caffe, there are things we must talk about the design of his house construction project.

Now that I'm close enough to Mbak Wulan, after the misunderstanding of the time at the restaurant, I continue to feel guilty both to Fauzi and to Wulan, nothing, I even spoke to Wulan with inappropriate words about her relationship with Fauzi and ended up landing a single blow on Fauzi's face before him. Because of my guilt that could not go out of my mind, I finally tried to meet him to apologize, through instructions from Fauzi of course. Starting from there he also knew that I who graduated in Civil Engineering was learning to design a building, and this time I was trusted to work on his new home, he said, because the house he currently occupies will focus on being a boutique only.

When I called her today, she said she couldn't come to the address I called, she told me to come to her house because there was her daughter's birthday, I came there too, she said, but when I just stopped my motorbike in front of his house, I heard the cries and screams of the children from the second floor of the house, I immediately entered the door of the Boutique which was open, which was open, and ran towards the second floor.

My heart paused for a moment, when I found it in the room, Wulan and the children were crowding around the body of a pregnant woman lying on the edge of the chair, their faces looking worried, and they were worried, some of them were sobbing and some were trembling in fear and shouting, I saw Mbak Wulan holding her head while patting her face trying to resuscitate her.

My body trembled, my heart beat faster, as my eyes fell on the woman's face in the lap of Mbak Wulan who was drooping weakly helpless, his face pale, his eyes closed, sweat pouring from his forehead to wet his hijab, he said, my mind goes back to the past.

The face that always shady when I look, the face that always bowed with a smile, really. even though I know I no longer deserve it and try hard to forget it, but my mind is still attached to it, even to this day.

I deliberately never appeared before him for the last 7 months, I had said goodbye to him to return to my hometown of Semarang, although I actually still remained in this flower city without his knowledge to continue my project, it was nothing I just wanted to avoid meeting with him, she said, which will only make my heart ache even more because my old regrets have betrayed him and made him tired of waiting for me.

I stood still as Mbak Wulan suddenly called me and asked me to lift his body and take him to the Hospital in his car, a feeling of unease arose within me, but the cry of Wulan who begged also her daughter who continued to cry, forced me to step closer and slowly bowed and grabbed her tiny body with a belly that began to grow because of her pregnancy, I easily carried her down the stairs and laid her tiny body on the back seat of the car.

Wulan followed me and gave me her car keys so I could carry her while she sat in the back with Afifa, I ran Wulan's car according to the directions Wulan directed, because I didn't understand this area yet.

In the middle of the journey I heard Afifa scream, I was shocked and stepped on the brake pedal suddenly made her scream more pain, I panicked as well as Wulan, I had a look back, I looked back, his face was getting pale and more sweaty, his tears flowing from his cheeks making my heart more and more not because of seeing him, Ma'am Wulan said his decency broke, I also do not understand what it means, I also do not understand what, but Ma'am Wulan asked me to drive quickly and to the nearest maternity home.

Ten minutes passed, I was running the car with a small groan that wailed my heart, then Wulan asked me to turn and stop right in front of the maternity house, my heart was pounding again when Mbak Wulan again asked me to carry him into the room, again I could not refuse it, I immediately lifted his body behind his wet robe, take him into the delivery room and lay him slowly on the patient's bed. I stared at his frail face and was filled with tears, grimacing with the pain of not even being able to speak anymore, just a small nod and a smile that she tried to shake from her paled lips, my heart pounded again as her eyes met mine, accompanied by the smile she directed at me.

There was one feeling that arose from the depths of my heart and my wild mind, eager for me to hold her, wipe every sweat that was pouring out on her face, or perhaps ease her pain a little, had she been my wife today as the nurse thought, I would have been so happy doing it, but my common sense came back, I realized, now I am no one to her, I had absolutely no right to do any of that, nor did I step my legs weakly out of the room.

Ma'am Wulan asked me to contact Fauzi because he did not have time to bring anything from home because of his panic, without a second thought I immediately contacted Fauzi, shortly my call was connected to him, apparently he was traveling from Jakarta to Bandung, another hour will arrive at this place, although there was a misunderstanding between the two of us.

Before Fauzi arrived, the nurse asked us to prepare the baby equipment, we were confused because not a single cloth we brought to this place, finally Maak Wulan was forced to go home first to take the baby equipment used birth of his daughter which he still keeps neat at home.

After the death of Ms. Wulan, I was alone waiting in front of the door of the maternity room with all my anxiety and confusion, until a car came that stopped in the maternity home, home page, two middle-aged married men and one hijab girl followed him, they hurriedly asked about Afifa's condition, like her parents and her husband, and her husband, as they got closer and a middle-aged mother asked me, I was confused as to what to answer, I finally mentioned the name of Sister Wulan who I thought they must know her, it turned out that my guess was right, they stopped their interrogation of me.

I felt relieved, then I turned my gaze to a girl who was standing down beside him, for some reason his face reminded me of someone, although I'm not sure because of his current appearance which is really much different from the girl I used to know, at first I did not pay attention to it until my ears heard his thanks by saying my nickname which was only him and his best friend who called me "Mas Ari", yes...maybe he took my last name from Ahmad Farid Al Ghifari. I again sharpened my vision to make sure that this hijab girl was really the arrogant and small girl I had known 2 years ago when I was active in my college spirit.

I was about to ask, but Madam Wulan had already called me, and her small nod convinced me, that it was really her.

#POV Farid End#

at 08:30 the black pickup truck carrying Afifa and Nadia arrived home. Afifa lowered her legs slowly from the car seat, the pain and pain of the rest of the childbirth process was still felt in the womb and in the intimate part, her face grimaced when her feet landed right on the ground in front of her house.

Nadia who saw him immediately broke him into the house, a foam mattress deliberately he title in the family room, so Antinya easy to call him when he needs something while resting on the bed.

"Sama-sama An, now Anti-rest yes, do not think much, later even hamper the recovery of Anti", Nadia hands deftly wipe the pillow bolsters on the side of Afifa's body to make it comfortable for her, the hand of Nadia deftly clean the pillow on the side of Afifa's body to make it comfortable for her, not to forget a thick blanket he covered to the body of Afifa.

"Nad..., can you please Anti-please?" afifa.

"Of course, what does Anti need? Nadia was ready to serve the princess", Nadia raised her hand in a salute, stylized like a soldier in front of her superiors, her behavior was enough to make Afifa entertained and her smile.

"Anti want to bathe Wiladah, help Anti fill warm water in the bathtub room Anti yes"

"OK Anti, do it immediately", Nadia immediately stood up to Afifa's room and did everything Afifa asked.

After finishing with her cleaning activities and changing her clothes with home clothes, Afifa again lay down, Nadia invited Afifa to eat with food that she had bought on the way home, Nadia painstakingly persuaded him, Nadia, one mouthful managed to get into her mouth, but somehow it felt so bland, how not, her mind was not at all calm, considering her current baby who is still in the hospital has not been developed.

At 09:30 p.m., the sound of the car was heard stopping in front of Afifa's house, she looked at Nadia gesturing to see her immediately, Nadia turned to look at the closed door, and she looked at her, when she was about to stand there was a knock on the front door, Nadia immediately peeked at him behind the curtain, and it turned out that Kak Hanita and her husband and children were coming, and she was the only one who came, he immediately opened it and let them into the house, but when he was about to close the door, the sound of the motor stopped again and it turned out that Abi was with Nisa and Rizqi.

Afifa was astonished by their arrival these nights, instead of Abi having just accompanied her in the maternity home, why did she force herself to come here again? Somehow, suddenly Afifa felt something strange here, especially when he saw some neighbors also come to his house, he continued to think and wonder what exactly?

She began to speculate badly about her baby who had never been out of her mind.

Everyone gathered near Afifa, they offered their condolences, Brother Nita hugged him tightly, and Abi rubbed his back. Afifa ventured to ask, "What happened Bi? why does everyone come here all these nights?" afifa asked with teary eyes, even though she was already suspicious of the bad news she was about to receive, but she wanted to make sure.

"Darling you are patient, your baby cannot be saved" Abi said softly, and hugged her daughter again.

Abi's voice was so slow, but it felt so screeching his ears, as if a loud bang was right in front of his eardrums, as his body seemed to float, lightly like white cotton in the wind, his gaze faded, and his eyes faded, it faded and disappeared with the disappearance of his consciousness.

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