Special Journey

Episode 31

"Assynoltom..."

"Waalaikumussalam," I saw who came, "O God... Beautiful daughter Mother!" I saw Kia with mom.

"Mothers... " Kia jumped in my arms," Kia Missed Mom."

"Hmmm," I grabbed her nose, "Mom misses Kia, too" Mother why take Kia to the hospital?" my gaze turned toward Mother who stood smiling beside Joseph who had just returned Joseph's hand to greet Mother.

"He who whines asks to come here!, said he misses you," Mother smiled, "how are you Suf?" Ask Mommy.

"Alhamdulillah... There is no serious problem bun, only now a bit dizzy," replied Yusuf, "Thank you already look at Yusuf, om Yusuf misses Kia at all." Joseph looked at Kia smiling so sweetly.

"Om Yusuf quickly healed yes, so I can play with Kia again." I saw Kia's sad face.

"okay... "Joseph forms the letter O with his left hand.

They laugh too.

"Have you had breakfast?" Mother put a paper bag that may contain food on the nightstand," mother has made her favorite soup Joseph." continued the mother.

"Thank you, but Joseph had just had breakfast! So ngerepotin mother of Joseph." Joseph smiled again.

"Father, the important thing is that Joseph quickly recovered," mother patted Joseph's left shoulder, "how did you get into an accident anyway?" Curiosity began to attack, "mother until can not sleep last night thought Joseph."

"Ahhh, mama lebai." I smiled cynically.

"Maha." Mother laughed at the words.

"Yusuf is less careful and less focused bring the bike bun." Joseph answered who was able to stop mother's laughter.

"You can also bring a motorbike!" mother protest.

"Joseph took the time to fill the bun class, no papa bun, his name was also bad." Joseph seemed to calm Mother.

"What do you think is it that you're not focusing on bringing the bike?" Ask mom full of questions.

"Hehehehe, think of someone's speech bun." Yusuf glanced at me, of course the mother also glanced at me with suspicion.

"Why did you see that?" I looked at them alternately, "what does Joseph's accident have to do with Afiifa?" rigidly protesting, as if it were me they had caused Joseph's accident. I threw my eyes off them.

"Why? You guys quarreling?" Ask Joseph.

"Hmmm, We... "

"Everyone has a problem just not bun, how to fight." I interrupted Joseph before he answered my question. I was afraid that Joseph would tell a story that happened between me and him last night. I don't want you to know about Joseph asking me to be his wife.

"Om Yusuf's... Kia wants to go to school tomorrow!" Kia was melting away our tense atmosphere.

"ohh yeah!... Good donk, that means Kia is getting bigger," Yusuf responded to Kia with enthusiasm.

"Om Yusuf recovered quickly, so that Kia could go between schools, same mother," Kia walked up to Joseph, "don't get sick om, Kia was sad... Nobody's gonna play anymore." Kia's eyes glazed over.

"Dear, Joseph promised to heal quickly." Joseph rubbed Kia's head full of tenderness. It was clear that happiness was hijacked by Kia.

"Bun, Afiifah kemushola first yes, Mother Temenin Yusuf for a moment." I snatched the prayer equipment from the top of the sofa.

Slowly I walked towards the mosque, once in a while Joseph's words came to my mind, obviously it made me gray.

If previously there was no specific name I mentioned in my prayer, then today the name of Joseph will often be the subject of my curses.

I do not want to be wrong in stepping, now that Kia happiness is my top priority, I feel that Kia is so happy with Joseph, should I accept Joseph because of Kia? If I have to accept it, is it really my decision? I don't know, again all pseudo, may Allah guide.

As soon as I reached the dimushola, I immediately abluted', for my Dhuhaku prayer. If yesterday I was istikhoroh then today I decided to pray hajat after dhuha.

After I finished praying, I decided to read the Quran, wishing that my heart would be calmer and more peaceful.

Or-by verse I chant in a soft voice, at once my reading stops. I approached a pregnant woman in front of the prayer who was out of sight to endure the pain.

"Assalamualaikum, is Mom okay?" I'm following up the body with the woman. I'm not sure what happened to this woman, I can't see her facial expression, because it's covered with her niqob. It's just that my heart feels like he's not okay.

"Waalaikumussalam, please take me to the emergency room." This woman clenched her hands on my arms.

Without answering, both of my hands embraced the body of the mother with the Koran also in my arms.

"Sir! Help me to take this mother to the emergency department!" I called the security who happened to pass by, "please take a wheelchair, sir, it seems like this mother is not able to walk." I connected and followed by the rage of the security.

"Please Doc, I don't know what's going on with this woman." Arriving in the ER.

I was quite panicked to see this Mother I didn't know her identity was blazing in pain.

"Mother patient's family?" Ask the doctor.

"Not the doctor, I met him when he was in the hospital, I didn't see him coming with anyone." My answer.

"Mr... Please call my husband," The woman took the phone from her bag, "contact dear." I immediately took the phone and stomped my Koran on the patient's side nightstand and looked for a contact named dear, immediately I called.

Tut Tut's...

"Assalamualaikum darling." There was a soft voice coming from there when my call was answered.

"Waalaikumussalam sorry sir I asked the father's wife to contact the father, now he is being examined at the ER Hasannudin hospital sir." I immediately explained what happened.

"Innalillahi waa Innalillahi roojiun, subhanallah, how is the condition now mbak?"

"Father come here soon, father's wife again in the examination, hopefully he is fine." I explained.

"Alright, thank you ma'am, I'll be there soon, assalamualaikum."

"Mosur." I'm closing the call.

"Oh Allah, may the Mother and the future Baby be safe and sound." Monologue in prayer.

Dret...

"Assalamualaikum mother." My phone is shaking, mother is calling.

"Waalaikumussalam, where are you Fah? Not going back to the room? " Ask your mother as soon as the call is connected.

"Mothers... "

"Hani, my name is Hani mbak." The mother mentioned her name after a little calmer, perhaps already given anti-pain by a doctor.

"How's mom doing?" I got closer to Ms. Hani, "I've contacted Mom's husband, god willing she's here soon." I stroked Hani's hand with a smile.

"Thank you mbak... "

" I'm Afiifa."

"Thank you, Afiifah, for helping me, if there's no you, I don't know what's going on with me." Suddenly his smile faded.

"I'm just an intermediary, ma'am, God has allowed us to meet." I'm still smiling.

"Again, thank you very much Afiifa." Hani kali smiled.

"I live first yes, I want to see my friend who is also treated here, assalamualaikum." I'm slapping my hands.

"Waalaikumussalam, once again thank you Afiifah, nice to meet you, hopefully one day can meet again." Hani welcomed my hand.

"Hmmm, nice to meet you too." This time I hugged Hani, "May Mother and Baby Mother be healthy and safe." And I soon passed leaving Hani. Towards Joseph's room.

"May Hani and her baby be absolutely healthy and safe." I threw both my shoulders down.

My brief encounter with Hani felt so happy. I'm sure Hani and her husband are very happy waiting for the birth of their love. I remember so long ago I gave birth to Kia, how happy Haikal, until tears held me and said thank you for giving birth to such a beautiful daughter.

"Astagfirefull!" I took a breath again, throwing away all the memories that came.

It felt a little hard to go back to Joseph's room, I didn't like how I felt right now. My heart is glorious beating fast, and it is unruly to see Joseph.

Could it be that I'm starting to have a taste for Joseph?

May God guard my heart and mind from the things that make me careless and sinful.

I also immediately cast aside Joseph's shadow. O God, just thinking about Joseph now makes my heart tremble.

"Assalamualaik." All eyes were on me.

Looks like a very beautiful doctor, white, stylish hijab, plus his smile is so sweet. They were talking to Joseph, accompanied by two nurses who were no less beautiful by carrying Joseph's Medical Record in his hand, "Waalaikumussalam." They answered almost simultaneously. Smile too.

I saw Kia sitting on Joseph's lap, listening to the Doctor's explanation so seriously. Ahh, how funny Kia's attitude is, as if understanding with the talk of the Doctor and the Patient.

"So I can go home later in the afternoon Doc? " Joseph asked again after the doctor's explanation.

" Yes, but if you don't have any more complaints or fever." Answer the Doctor.

"I'm fine Doc." Yusuf.

"Sorry Doc, are all the results of Joseph's examination all good and normal?" I asked, because indeed I did not hear the Doctor's explanation from the beginning.

"All good, the lab is also normal, CT-Can results are good, you don't have to worry." Answer the Doctor. Doctor Wike Nadia. Surgical Specialist. That's what's stuck on the right chest of his doctor's suit.

"Alhamdulillah." I'm more relieved, "so last night's fever didn't matter Doc?" Ask again.

"God is not a problem Mom, therefore we observe until the afternoon, if there is no more fever later in the afternoon he can go home." the doctor explained to me again. "well, I'll excuse you first, if something happens later, you can report it to the nurse who is taking care of you." The doctor passed immediately.

"You really feel better Suf?" I asked to confirm his health.

"Yes, I'm not here anymore." Joseph answered while fixing the position of his body on it.

"If later go home, for a while Joseph stay at home mother yes son, until mommy same papi you go home." Mother walked Yusuf.

"It's okay to go home to Bun, there is bi Ime at home bun." Joseph refused politely.

"Home alone, your hands are not functioning properly either." Mother insisted where Joseph went home.

"True Suf, it's better to go home to us first, if later mami and papi have come home, we'll take you home." I persuaded Joseph.

"All right then." Ahir yusuf relented.

I told you what happened to you during the dimushola, so I was a little late returning to my room.

"That's okay, I hope they're okay, son." The face of empathy.

I just nod, pray the mother's prayer.

The time is fast. There were no health problems for Joseph. Or complaints from him. Sometimes I see Joseph and Kia playing together with Joseph's current limitations. They looked very happy, smiling even occasionally they laughed off without any burden.

Again Joseph's words were still a burden in my heart.When looking at Joseph, did Joseph really love me and Kia? I cannot deny that there is a desire in my heart to make Joseph a father for Kia, for the sake of Kia's happiness. But, I can't lie, there's still fear and insecure about my current status.

Thank God the accident that happened to Joseph was not Fatal. What did Joseph really think so he did not focus? I really want to ask.

I don't know why Joseph chose me to be his companion. I have not decided to get to know Joseph more closely, I do not want to give hope to myself.

Not felt, the time azan magrib had reverberated. I immediately carried out my duty, as did Joseph and Mother. It was calm to see Yusuf still carrying out his duties even in a sick condition. I'm sure he's a sholeh man with good manners.

"Are you sure you're still going home Suf?" I asked After Yusuf tidied up his prayer rug.

"Yes, God willing, I've been much better." Reply Yusuf.

"Let's just one more night Suf, we'll observe until tomorrow, if it's really better tomorrow we go home." I still persuaded Joseph while tidying Joseph's clothes without looking up to keep him cared for tonight.

"Right son, you'd better take care of it one more night." The mother who helped me tidy up all Joseph's belongings persuaded Joseph.

"No papa Mommy, anyways Joseph does not feel good to have to trouble Afiifa to look after Joseph." Joseph took Kia down from the bed.

"But I don't feel bothered by Suf." I glanced for a moment at Joseph. He was smiling too. I don't know what made him smile.

"How could it not trouble you Fah? You seem uncomfortable around me, don't have the heart to let you sleep outside." Now that Yusuf was looking at me, I immediately threw away my gaze and returned to tidying up the remaining items.

Mother looked at me sharply. "So last night you didn't even look after Yusuf?" Mother said softly, as if she did not want Joseph to suffer it.

I just responded by holding my head up. " Aphiifa is not comfortable if you have to be alone with Joseph in this room bun, Afiifa is afraid to be slander and sin." I told Mother my reason with a hint of regret. Mother just rubbed my head while smiling.

When we finished, we began to leave Joseph's care room. Joseph walked with his left hand to Kia. They are like a father and son. Without realizing it, my smile just expands. Joseph refused to be escorted in a wheelchair. Shame said.