Tears of Sholehah's Wife

Episode 37's.

From the Ritz Corporation building, Jihan did not go straight home, she went to Ammar's house and intended to ask the truth about what Miranda had said earlier. His heart is not calm.

“Assalamualaikum, Mang.” Saya Jihan's.

“Wa’ aleikumsalam. Uh, Neng Jihan.” Reply Mang Jaja while opening the gate for Jihan.

“Papa same Mama is inside, yes, Mang?” Jihan asked because she saw Yusuf's car parked in the yard of Ammar's house.

“Anu, Neng. Earlier Mr. collapsed and was rushed to the hospital, using a car Den Ammar.”

“Astaghfirullahalladzim.” Exclaim Jihan. “Which hospital, Mang?”

“Hospital Kasih Ibu, Neng.” Mang Jaja mentioned the name of the nearest hospital from Ammar's house.

“Ya, already. I'm going there, Mang. Assalamualaikum.” Jihan rushed away.

“Wa’ aleikumsalam.” Sahut Mang Jaja even though Jihan has stayed away.

A few minutes later, Jihan arrived at the hospital called Mang Jaja earlier, and she saw Ammar's car parked carelessly in front of the ER. Jihan hurriedly ran towards the ER door but her footsteps came to a halt when Ammar suddenly walked out of the room with a sad face.

“Mas.”

Ammar stared at Jihan. “What are you doing here?”

“I want to see Papa. How is he doing?”

“Papa is sick because of you! Now also go from here!” Remove Ammar.

“Mas, but ..”

“You didn't hear? Get out of here and never show your face in front of me again!” Pinta Ammar with red eyes while clenching his hands.

Jihan was stunned, her tears fell back.

“And just so you know, I've been taking care of our divorce. I hope you don't show up for the trial, let the process go fast. Because I'm sick of all this!” Ammar soon passes from in front of Jihan and gets into her car.

“Mas ...” Jihan's body felt weak for a moment, she could no longer speak, her tongue felt stiff. Only able to stare at the car Ammar moving away and finally parked in the right place.

With a weak move, Jihan left the hospital. To be honest he wanted to see Joseph and know his condition, but his heart was not well. Right now all she wanted was to go home and spill the grief on the lap of her mother.

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“Assalamualaikum.” Jihan stepped inside her house, her face cloudy and sad.

“Wa’ aleikumsalam.” Salma Sahut.

“Jihan, where have you been? Ummi phone is not answered, anyway?” Salma with a panicked face.

“Sorry, Ummi. But I didn't know Ummi called.” Reply Jihan. “What's wrong?”

“Eyang Ratih died.” Reply Salma.

“Innalilahiwainnailaihirojiun's chat. When Ummi?”

“Newly. Now get ready, we will go to Surabaya. That Abi is buying a train ticket.”

“Iya, Ummi.” Jihan rushed to her room. He abandoned his intention to complain to Salma about his divorce from Ammar, as it was not the right time for their family to mourn the loss of their grandmother.

Bakda Isya, Jihan and Abi and Umminya depart to the train station by taxi Online. Upon arrival at the station, Jihan and her family rush into the train that is about to depart. It didn't take long, the train started moving and drove away from the station.

Jihan sat beside Salma, while Arif sat across from them. Jihan pulled out her phone, intending to give news to her personnel and ask for leave. Actually Jihan felt bad, because she had just entered work and now had to skip back, but she had no choice, inevitably she had to thicken her face this time.

But Jihan gasped when she saw the messaging application on her phone log out and completely unusable, she tried to log-in again but still failed.

“Kok like this? Why can't you, huh?” Jihan confusion.

“What's up, Son?” Ask Salma.

“But earlier Ummi contact, can kok. Just not lifted.”

Jihan scrunched her forehead. “Abless once? Try Ummi contact again!”

“A minute, yes.” Salma pulled out Arif's million-person cell phone she had stored in her bag, then called Jihan's number and connected but it went unanswered.

“Connected, kok!” Salma.

Jihan is getting confused, as her phone screen remains off, there are no signs of incoming calls.

“But on my phone there are no incoming calls at all, Ummi.” Jihan.

“Why can it be like that?” Sela Arif who had been watching her son and his wife.

Jihan shook her head. “I also don't know, Abi. Looks like there was a mistake. Later I try to check to the mobile phone repairman.”

“Iya, tomorrow after the funeral of Eyang Ratih, ask Asep or Joko for help to drive you.” Arif.

“Iya, Abi. Then I borrow Abi's phone, huh? I want to contact my personnel, ask permission for leave again.”

“Wear.”

Finally, Jihan contacted her personnel through Arif's cell phone.

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At Kasih Ibu hospital, Anita and Ammar still faithfully waiting for Joseph who had not been conscious since. Several ventilators were attached to his body, as well as oxygen hoses and infusions. Doctors diagnosed Yusuf with a heart attack due to his blood pressure was very high.

“Mama should rest, let me take care of Papa.” Cetus Ammar's.

“Not done! Let Mama take care of him. You please bring a change of clothes and Mama, let Mama tell Bi Asih to prepare everything.”

“Iya, Mother. Then I go first.” Ammar rushed to leave the hospital.

Ammar's black Range Rover Velar drove rapidly through the streets of the capital, a night that left traffic a little quiet. It didn't take long, Ammar had already arrived at his parents' residence.

Ammar's feet stepped in hastily and shouted to the house assistant. “Bi Asih!”

“Iya, briefly, Den!” The middle-aged woman named Asih was struggling down the stairs while carrying a bag. Apparently Anita had contacted him earlier.

“Where to order Mama?” Ask Ammar.

“This, Den Ammar.” Bi Asih transferred the bag he held to Ammar.

After the bag was in his hand, Ammar turned around and was about to leave again, but Bi Asih's voice held back his steps.

“Den, wait! Something I want to say.”

Ammar also looked. “What?”

Bi Asih hurriedly ran to the kitchen and took out a brown envelope that she had stored, then gave it to Ammar.

“This, Den. There was a deposit from Mas Ahmad for the Father. He said this is important and should be given to Mr.” immediately Bi Asih.

Ammar frowned. “What is it?”

Bi Asih shook her head. “I don't know, Den. Don't dare open.”

“Yes already, save it first! Later if Papa has come home, then give to Papa.” Ammar returned the envelope to Bi Asih.

“Iya, Den.”

Ammar continued his steps and left the luxurious house owned by his parents.

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