Tengil Tuan Tuan Presdir's

56. Happiness Kiara

It had been 5 hours after Humaira's mother entered the operating room but until now there was no clarity on how the condition of her mother in there, since the night Humaira could not sleep, even until now he is still awake, the woman continues to pray for help to the almighty for the smoothness and also the healing of her mother. Don't ask her if she's crying or not because her eyes are swollen.

"Geez!"

Gibran sat down next to the woman. He had gone home, but when Humaira returned the same, she looked very messy, her face pale from the night of not eating and sleeping.

"Humaira you better eat first. We go to the hospital canteen, yeah. Don't let you get sick, if you get sick, what about your mom."

The water drops were back to glide freely. Humaira turned her head, she looked at Gibran with a scarred look. "How can I eat if my mother's fate is uncertain, sir. I have to wait for my mother here. How about mom go outside and look for me there's nothing."

The man's hand was stretched out. Gibran rubbed Humaira's back gently. Gibran knew how Humaira was feeling right now. But if he remained steadfast with what he was doing at the moment, Humaira would definitely fall down as well.

"You believe God is with us, right?"

The woman nodded.

"If you know, never doubt the love and mercy that God has given you. Your mother will be fine, believing in the goodness of God, Humaira. If you continue like this, God will not like it. You healthy people, don't make your body sick, don't ignore what God has entrusted you with."

"But, Sir!"

Gibran shook his head again. He tried to help Humaira so that she could stand up but just resting on her legs, Humaira limp, she lost consciousness in Gibran's arms.

The man had expected that this would happen, he immediately picked up Humaira and took the woman to get a checkup from the doctor.

** **

Gibran's gaze did not at all switch from the figure of the woman who was now lying on the hospital bed. Inwardly, the man praised Humaira's patience and determination, after the incident this morning, Gibran found out who this woman was. Just an ordinary person, but Gibran knows that Humaira is not an ordinary woman.

At the age of just 19 years, Humaira had to bear the weight of the family burden, Humaira became the backbone for her sickly mother and her younger sister who was still sitting on the bench of Junior High.

Humaira was a simple girl, Gibran knew that the woman in front of him had received many injuries. If that day Gibran thinks he will marry Humaira to save his brother's household, this time another reason increases, Gibran must help Humaira, save the woman from the cruelty of the world.

"I hope my intentions are not wrong. I'm sorry, Humaira."

** **

As with Gibran, the man who was none other than his brother was staring at the woman who was now asleep. They have just traveled approximately 4 hours, there are still 6 hours left before they arrive at the place they really want to visit.

"Mas Abie~~!"

Kiara muttered in her sleep. They took VIP classes, so Kiara could save her legs.

"Why, Honey?" Habibie leaned his body towards his wife.

"Kiara wants to be hugged."

Habibie chuckled a little, she rubbed the beautiful face of her wife and then kissed her slowly. "Not now, dear. We're on the plane again. Later, if it's up to the mas hug you as much. Can ya?"

Kiara nodded in understanding. Though he had asked Ali to look for a plane that provides a room, but instead loved one like this. Fortunately he realized, otherwise, Kiara might strike and refuse the trip to continue.

The woman pulled the hand of her outstretched husband, he took the palm and then he put it under his cheek.

"Wait until Kiara sleeps, Mas."

"Yes, go to sleep!"

The woman nodded, Kiara always had trouble sleeping when the husband was not there, even though it was just the smell of the husband's perfume, Kiara had to smell it in order to sleep well.

** **

Upon arrival in the hotel room not far from the Kaaba, the woman ran, she placed her hands on the glass wall in the hotel room. Those who were on top of the tower could see almost all the scenery there.

"Goddess!" Unknowingly Kiara shed tears, the woman suddenly felt very sad. It has been 25 years, Kiara could have been here more often because her father also has a lot of money, but why, why is it that only now he sees and feels the peace that he has never felt.

"Alhamdulillah ... later, we register for Hajj together, will you?"

Kiara nodded, the woman rubbed the back of her husband's hand that was beautifully circular on his stomach, Habibie's chin that was attached to his shoulder felt very amused, Kiara chuckled then turned around, the woman hugged her husband tightly, she hugged him, tiptoe to kiss her husband's cheek to thank him.

"Kiara sayangggg very much with Mas Abie. Thank you for bringing Kiara here, Mas. Kiara is very happy."

Habibie nodded, he returned his wife's embrace no less warm, the man kissed the wife's forehead many times. Habibie was also very grateful that he was able to get to this place with his little wife.

"Mas loves you too, Kia. May God save our marriage."

** **

In another corner, a woman smiles happily because her mother has finished surgery and is now back to her senses, only, that is, he still had to receive intensive care because the condition of the mother is still in the observation stage.

"Alhamdulillah, MasyaAllah. Humaira was grinning because I was conscious."

The weakly lying woman smiled. He had not been able to say much, even to move his limbs was difficult.

Bu Rini's eyes glanced at the male figure beside her daughter. The man looked very young, handsome and dashing.

"Assalamualaikum, Mum. I'm Gibran, I'm Humaira's future husband."

The deg!

The woman beside Gibran glared with her eyes almost out of place. Not only was the woman shocked, but she could not believe that Gibran would be in such a hurry.

"Sir!"

Humaira pulled Gibran's hand, she brought the man to stand in the corner of the room.

"Father how, my mother just finished the operation, why did you even say that? How about----!"

"Shuttt! Miss Rini won't be angry. I seriously want to marry you, Humaira."