Tafakur Love Mualaf

Patience Tested

Soon, Fiha and Ali entered the room. They saw a female doctor sitting in a chair.

"Please sit down." bargained.

"Yes Doc." replied Fiha.

"I mean our arrival here, because we want to find a heart donor for him." Ali said.

"Sorry, the donor's heart was bought by someone else. Yesterday afternoon, there was a patient who had a heart attack. Turns out, he had terminal cancer" he replied.

"Then, we'll excuse you Doc" Ali said.

"Yes, please." she replied.

”God, where else should I find a donor. I really need it, help me this time. Please make my way easy, so that I remain Istiqamah. Not unyielding, and desperate.” Inner Fiha pray.

"Fiha you are patient yes, we can still try again" said Ali.

"Yes Ali, it's okay" replied Fiha.

They talked while walking, then came out of the big building. They immediately returned, to the existing space on campus.

Aqila threw a small paper at Hasbi's table, then she read it quickly. It turned out that Aqila had seen Fiha, who was walking with Ali. Please understand, because the glass is straight with the parking area.

The lesson was over, because the lecturer had taught a few hours. Hasbi and Aqila chatted together, continuing the thing they had planned.

"Aqila, you're my best friend, so what should I do?" ask Hasbi.

"Based on the thing you told me this morning, it seems like Fiha is hiding something. After all, if it's just a fever there's no need to take painkillers." replied Aqila.

"Then what should I do?" ask again.

"If I thought you were the one, you better follow Fiha. I mean, you don't have to rebel with attitude. Don't show me that you're looking. In the process of investigation, keep a close eye on what you know. When it is time, then you can open it wide." explained Aqila, long and wide.

"Thank you Aqila, for the advice you gave." Hasbi said.

"Yes, equally. Shouldn't it be, to remind each other." he replied.

At 12:00 Fiha and Hasbi had already returned home. Such is the campus schedule that is uncertain of direction, unlike public schools that average in the morning.

"Darling, how about our college vacation refreshing." Hasbi invited.

"Where are we going, shouldn't we help Mom" replied Fiha.

"In the boutique is also exciting, can learn sewing together with Mother" replied Fiha.

"It seems, you're afraid my mother is troubled." Hasbi said.

"Yes dong, I am the most loyal and devoted daughter-in-law." replied Fiha.

"Yes, that's it, the son-in-law is just you" Hasbi said.

"Heheh, yes" replied Fiha.

Hasbi and Fiha took ablution water, as the Adhan began to reverberate. They immediately prayed, because it was time. You must not procrastinate while still being given the chance to live. When death has come, no man on earth can run.

In his prostration, Fiha suddenly lay down. Hasbi didn't notice it, because Fiha was behind him. When the greeting and the prayer was over, Hasbi realized the unconscious Fiha. Hasbi shook her body, and saw the pale face of Fiha. Hasbi immediately fled Fiha, to a nearby hospital.

Qalam walked towards the bridge, which faced directly with the sea. He wanted to fish there, using the good chance of overcast weather. Because when the hot sun is striking, it is very uncomfortable to stand in that place.

"The widower, it turns out the Father is fishing too." cried Filda.

"You also want to fish yes, if so let's get close to me." he asked.

Filda put the bucket and bait, next to her seat. His feet were dipped in seawater, to keep them fresher by keeping them cool.

"Sir, do you intend to get married?" ask Filda.

"I've been married" replied Qalam.

"I mean, is Mr. Duda intending to get married again?" ask Filda curious.

"Let's know, it doesn't cross at all." replied Qalam.

"If the widower wants to get married, please apply Mama. I would love to have a father like you." said Filda, honestly.

"Filda, the right school. Don't joke around a lot, about marriage." Qalam rubbed his head gently.

"I'm serious, I want the widower to marry Mama" replied Filda reassuringly.

Qalam was silent for a moment, not wanting to answer again. He could see Filda's serious face. His words also look real, and not playful. During this time Filda always approached him, even giving the cuisine of the Caliph for him.

"Sir, why are you quiet. Don't you want to have a kid like me?" ask Filda.

"It's not like that, son." replied Qalam.