Sharing Love: The Suffering of the Second Wife

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On the day that Nadia parted with Nafisah, after a great fire that destroyed all the buildings in the neighborhood of Al-Masthur boarding school. His breath was incessantly raving about anything he saw.

Ain and Ikram were busy calming the crying Nafisah.

"Quiet, baby. There's nothing, son. There's Umi and Abi here, and there's Nafisah. Already, yeah. Don't cry" Ain said as he hugged his youngest daughter's body.

Nafisah shook her head, pointing in one direction, but there were no words spoken to explain the situation that her eyes were looking at.

Nafisah buried her face in Ain's armpits, her hands still raised pointing at the door of her room. His crying did not subside until Ikram asked the doctor for help to calm him. An injection managed to make the little girl slowly close her eyes and ease her cries.

"It's okay, maybe he's hallucinating. It is common in children who are not healthy," explained the doctor after giving a sedative injection on Nafisah.

"Thank you, Doctor." The doctor left the room. Let him rest in peace.

That afternoon, Nafisah woke up. His condition was much better, his face was no longer pale, fresh and healthy.

"immies? I want to go home, I want to eat Umi's cooking" she told Ain as she reopened her eyes.

Smiling at the woman's lips, she rubbed her youngest child's hair attentively. He wants to repeat the time he has missed to make up for all his mistakes in the past.

"Are you healthy?" Asked while gently touching the little girl's padlocked cheeks. Nodding his head answered the question Ain asked.

"We wait for the doctor to check on you first, yes. If allowed we'll go straight home, but we don't live at home anymore. Our house is all on fire and there is nothing left. We live in a shophouse. It's okay, isn't it?" said Ain told Nafisah before they came home. Worried that his son will be shocked and shocked when they have to accept the fact that they do not have a home.

"It's okay, Umi. As long as there is Umi and Abi, Nafisah is okay. After all, the house and the rest of it we won't take with us when we die." The Sahutan Nafisah made Ain stunned. His words these days always refer to things that smell of death.

However, he did not expect anything. His lips smiled again, staring lovingly at his daughter.

"You're right, honey. The treasures of this world we will not carry when we die. Umi's son is smart." Ain hugged his son's body. Smells his head over and over again with his eyes closed.

He was once khilaf, drifting in the flow of the world and glittering to be willing to do anything just to fulfill his desires even the worst road he ever traveled. Without thinking about the consequences he would receive, he continued to be willing to be blinded by the world. But he knew that he would not bring it to the grave.

"Darling? Are you awake?" Ikram approaches with Ruby and Bilal. The three from the hospital mosque performed the worship of Ashar prayer.

Ain took off his embrace, letting his little girl hug Abi and his two older sisters.

"Sorry to go home, Bi. She said she was healthy and wanted to eat home cooking" Ain told her husband.

Ikram dropped a glance at his youngest daughter. A smile on his lips saw it that had been fresh as ever.

"You feel healthy? Wanna go home?" He nodded his head quickly.

"Alright, Abi will see a doctor and ask her permission to take you home" she said, turning around and heading to the doctor's office.

There the doctor explained that Nafisah's lungs were problematic because they inhaled too much smoke during the intense fire. The doctor prescribes drugs to redeem the cream.

After thinking about all the risks described by the doctor, Ikram determined to bring Nafisah home. He did not want Nafisah to linger in the hospital because he saw his condition that had recovered. That afternoon they also returned from the hospital.

"You want a big brother?" Bilal stood his back to Ain who was carrying Nafisah. His two little hands stretched out and grabbed Bilal's neck. Smiling happy at the end he got what he wanted.

Chattering, telling this and that story while laughing on the way out of the hospital. Followed by the three people who also showed happiness on their faces.

On the floor of the shop, they stayed. There is no room other than the bathroom. The rest is only one room, the bed combined with the kitchen. It's okay, the important thing is that they can still live properly in that place.

Ain was cooking for his youngest son. He and Ruby help each other, while Bilal and Ikram accompany Nafisah to play.

"There was no sign of him leaving that time because his body was very healthy. He even ate it that afternoon. Almost spent all the food I cooked, but at night ...."

"Makan Umi is the most delicious, Nafisah is happy to be able to eat Umi cuisine again. Nafisah does not know when else can eat this delicious Umi cuisine." The Breath of Jesus jerked everyone who sat in a circle on the floor.

There is a strange and unpleasant feeling to hear the narration of Nafisah.

"Don't say that, baby. You will be able to eat Umi dishes every day. Umi will cook good food for Nafisah every day," said Ain who inexplicably just sadness suddenly appeared in his heart.

He shed tears and hugged his youngest daughter. Nafisah's hand waved asking everyone to hug her.

"It's like we're just going to split up. Why did you suddenly want to cry?" Ruby trembled and felt the sadness Ain felt. What the hell is going on? Everyone doesn't think bad.

"Sister, don't talk like that. Not good!" soft Scratch reprimand.

"We think the time we feel is just a sense of haru because it can be regrouped. In fact ... right at midnight ...."

Uhuk-uhuk!

Uhuk-uhuk!

His breath suddenly awoke, he coughed violently in the middle of a silent night. In that silence, his coughing voice was clearly heard. Ain and Ikram woke up, he took warm water to relieve the intense cough of Nafisah.

"Darling, drink first!" Ain gave the glass to Nafisah's lips. Ikram patted his back gently and occasionally rubbed it. A little water ran down his throat, Breath of fatigue.

His breathing is short, tight and heavy. His face immediately paled.

"Eye!" He called out to Ain. His head turned to Ikram with great difficulty, "Abi!" He also called Ikram.

"Sa-sick! L-short of a second! Sa-sick!" Breaking his voice, his face frowned in pain. His feet were cold and frozen.

"Discert? The darling? It's okay, slow down, kid!" Ain shed tears never seeing his dying son.

"Take the medicine first, this is from the doctor. Come on!" Ikram gave Nafisah medicine, but for a moment the medicine was thrown out because he suddenly coughed and vomited all the contents of his stomach.

"Nof course! Honey!" Ain is becoming. Panic crime. In the middle of the night, everyone is resting.

"Mother! Mother!" Nafisah called out to Nadia. The woman's face loomed in her eyes. He left quietly. Ain's roar that night, woke everyone up. The breath has gone.

"When .. when he was fine when I left. .. She was healthy when I got home. She ... Narrative ...." Nadia again collapsed in the arms of her husband. He was devastated by the reality he had just received.

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May you be good practice to your parents, son!