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The hospital's push gurney wheel kept turning carrying Fauzi's unconscious body towards the ER room, Afifa hurriedly followed the nurse's steps pushing the gurney into the action room, as well as Mama's. The smell of drugs piercing the nose mixed with the smell of blood from the newly arrived accident patients along with their arrival, the sound of family sobbing added to the mood of Afifa.

The nurse stopped Afifa's steps right at the entrance of the action room, "Please wait here Mom!", said one of the nurses.

Afifa just nodded, though her heart was struggling not wanting a second of her eyes to escape from her husband's body.

Mama rubbed Afifa's back, "We wait here, son! we're praying for Fauzi's safety".

Afifa followed her mother-in-law's steps, then sat down in one of the waiting room chairs, both faces agitated while reciting some do'a and fragments of Quranic verses.

Mang Ujang paced the door of the action room with various questions that continued to fill his head, actually he wanted to ask Afifa a lot about the tragedy that caused his master to be battered like now, he said, but seeing that the wife of his master was so apprehensive, with a pale face and a veil full of blood, he also undo his intentions, he was worried that it would only make Afifa sadder.

"Son!", call Afifa's Mother-in-Law while rubbing her back, "wouldn't you change your shirt and veil first? at least wash the traces of blood attached to your veil!"

Afifa raised her head that had been bowed to recite do'a, her eyes turned towards the veil she was wearing, she realized that her veil was full of bloodstains, she raised her head, she said, his gaze was squirming towards the people around him who were looking at him with a look of pity, "Oh.iya, Ma...Fifa went to the toilet first", she said, standing up and walking towards the toilet after getting a nod from her mother-in-law.

"Mang Ujang's...!" call Mama to Mang Ujang after Afifa. "Mang Ujang if you want to go home, just go home, it's also Wulan's car, right? let my husband come here".

"Oh..iya..iya, ma'am!", replied Mang Ujang while bowing his body, "Then I'm sorry", walking quickly to the parking lot after getting permission from Mama.

Apparently true, Mang Ujang cross paths with Mr. H. Ramadan in the parking lot carrying a large bag containing a change of clothes is also a small bag belonging to Afifa. Mang Ujang immediately explained the whereabouts of Fauzi, Fauzi's Papa nodded then immediately approached the location of his son and his wife according to Mang Ujang's instructions.

Mama immediately calls her dreary husband looking for her whereabouts, Papa approaches her and asks Fauzi's whereabouts. Mama explained it, until finally there was a conversation between them about the incident at Afifa's house.

"It's very difficult for us Ma." said Papa.

"Why?" asked Mama.

"Sir Herman held Fauzi accountable to his daughter".

"meaning?"

"He wants Fauzi to marry Wulan"

"What?" Mom was surprised to hear her husband's words.

Afifa stopped her steps right after her Father-in-law said her last words, she stood behind the wall while leaning on her body that was starting to limp.

"But that's impossible, Pa!, what about Afifa?"

"Hhhh...Papa doesn't know either, Ma..", Papa breathes heavily, "Papa has promised to take care of Talita and guarantee her future, even daring to give her our treasure to compensate for all her losses, but he didn't want to, he wanted Talita's status to be clear".

"Then? does Papa agree?" ask Mama.

"Papa has not decided anything, because this is the future business of the Fauzi household as well as Afifa, but Papa promised that Fauzi was awake and allowed to talk about this matter, he said, Papa and Fauzi will give an answer as soon as possible".

"What if we reject it?"

"It seems, Mr. Herman did not mess with Ma.., he dared to do anything so that his daughter could marry Fauzi, even he threatened to throw Fauzi into prison or even harm him though".

"Ah...no Pa!, Mama doesn't want anything to happen with Fauzi", Mana covered her face with both hands.

Afifa was still standing behind the wall, listening to every word that came out from the chatter of her mother and father-in-law, both knees shaking, limp and almost crashing to the floor, he said, she did not feel her tears flowing profusely wet her cheeks.sometimes she rubbed it with a veil that was already wet because of the water to wash the blood stains of her husband, and her husband, he did not care about the traffic of people who stared at him, Afifa continued to cry, his mind floated thinking about all the possibilities that would happen to him, Afifa said, how much pain it will continue to slice her heart, if her husband to his love.

His heart would not be able to accept that fact, AFIFA FATHIMA MUMTAZA which means "Holy woman, daughter of the Prophet who has superiority", what a name that his beloved Abi pinned on him since he was born, now it felt so heavy to him, he did not have the heart of the dirties of the daughters of the prophet who had such a special advantage, at all, she was just an ordinary woman who would not be able to accept the suffering that kept coming back and forth to her. It was not that he did not accept the Taqdir that Allah had outlined for him, but he only wished himself to fate like Siti Fatimah Rodiyallohu Anha, he said, who has abundant love from Sayyidina Ali Her husband who was never divided with any woman 😢.

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