
Yes ... Smile with laughter. Just starting out, there was already a stumbling block. The stumbling block from the Commander is over. Not messing around with his stumbling block. Beraaat ... Use the term traitor anyway. Wow .. na'udzubillah.
Is it because I have a heart in Jamilah. He calls me a traitor. Thou art thee, Commander.
Don't know what you are. That I still keep a growl ... use a growl ... in people named Tazkia and Bastian. If anything happens to Jamilah, I find it hard to forgive him.
Lord, do not make this complicated ....
God is Ar-Rohman Ar-Rohim. He sent someone who always kept me at his side.
The phone is stored in the pocket, feels vibrating. There's an entry notification. I opened it, it was from my mother. Forget it for a moment, said the Commander. Welcome the joy with Mama. The woman who always supported me and always made my brain so brilliant. Clink ....
"Akmal, Mama's already here. Where are you?"
"Sorry Mama, Akmal's in front again."
Now I can walk very fast. Because I don't want the woman on the other end of the phone to wait too long. Poor right? And of course not polite.
From the end of the hall I saw my dear mother. Looks paced in front of the nursery and of course with his romantic partner. Who else if it wasn't my little Papa who started to gray. Don't get me wrong. My love for her is the same as my love for Mama.
Fortunately, Akram and Aisye did not join them. Shame if there are them. Especially if bringing a halal partner each. My dilemma is all-out.
"Mama, he's being critical."
"Yes. Mama has seen. Pray, please wake up."
The three of them entered the room, where Jamilah was treated. For a moment all was silent. Busy with their own minds.
Akmal bowed sadly. The view also turned to the floor decorated with real marble ceramic. There are regrets that cannot be hidden anymore. When he hopes to meet. In order to be frank with what he long harbored in the waiting. But he couldn't have done it. Because now Jamilah is lying weak on the bed with several infusions and also a hose.
"Acclite ... Akmals. It turns out he's the one you've been waiting for all this time. Wasn't she the little girl who was ten years into our house. Mr. Hasan's daughter. Our neighbor first."
"Does you remember?"
"Of course."
Not long after the sound of the adhan from the hospital environment.
"Pa, I want to pray first."
"Papa too."
"Yes already. Mom will wait. Replacement."
Akmal and Ulya leave Mama Naura along with Jamilah. To perform magrib prayers congregate in the mosque. After they died, Naura sat on the edge of Jamilah's bed. She stroked the soft hijab of Jamilah. Who knows, Jamilah is so aware.
Unthinkable to him, the eyes of Jamilah slowly realized. His eyes opened, glancing to and fro. Looked at him.
"Where am I?"Let's open the sound.
"Alhamdulillah. You're conscious, son."
But unfortunately only that word was spoken from his lips. Then Jamilah's eyes closed. He also fell asleep again. Naura was confused by what happened. He pressed the bell beside Jamilah's bed. Calling the nurse to check on Jamilah immediately. Who knows if there is good news that he can hear.
"Contact ... Wake Nak!" With a soft whisper Naura called out the name of Jamilah. Hope his voice can be heard by Jamilah so that he can regain consciousness.
"Aunty who?"
"You don't remember aunt, Ayu Jamilah?"
"Jail Me ... Ah." Jamilah's hand was raised and touched the head. It was as if something was being felt there.
"What's up, Ayu?"
"Just .... Ayu Jamilah." His view is still not focused and like not yet aware of what he said. Even Jamilah seemed to question about the name.
Don't-don't .... Astaghfirullah al - adzim. Is this called amnesia? I'm blind about this. I hope it wasn't.
Shortly after, a nurse came into his room. Then carefully examine the state of Jamilah. Smile on his face. Indicates that the test results are in good condition.
"Alhamdulillah, Miss is conscious. It's past the critical time Miss."
Naura was happy for a moment. But there was one question in him, about what had just happened.
"Suster is she okay?"
"So far it's fine. What's the matter, madam?"
"Has she been hurt on the inside?"
"I mean Madam?" The nurse was silent. He understood what Naura was going to ask. But it is not his right to answer.
"Madam better meet with the doctor who treated him. God willing, he's fine. Don't worry."
"Thank you, Sister."
"Together."
The nurse left, along with Akmal and Ulya. They looked surprised to see a nurse coming out of Jamilah's room. But when he saw Jamilah's eyes open, he seemed to have realized, They were grateful.
"Alhamdulillah you finally realized, Jamilah."
"You who? Jam who's that?"
They looked at each other too. How could he not know his own name. And also the name Akmal is commonly called by the name of the general. If with Mama Naura and Papa Ulya, you may forget. Because they had not met for a long time.
Naura felt a sense of unease in her son. Then he approached her and patted her gently on the shoulder. He understood the situation of his son. If he chooses someone to be a guest in his heart, he will be committed to that person only. Not moving to another. Even he can be patient waiting for a very long time, 10 years. Waiting until he grows up.
Several times Naura offered her a girl to be made a wife. But he always refused. He is now 27 years old. His sister and sister are married. He did not want to get married yet.
Even though he's a man. As a parent, I was a little worried too. Worry is dragged into the unhindered. Just like men or women there must have a sense of interest. If you are not careful, you can fall into sin. Everyone doesn't want it, does they?
Why her son avoided marriage. Usut had a mouth turns out there was something awaited him. This he knows from his twin brother named Akram. As parents agree. Even grateful, he could have chosen it himself. No matter where it comes from. Different countries or countries are not important. What matters is Akmal immediately get a mate.
He was overjoyed when Akmal called to introduce his future wife in the near future. But it was unexpected that an accident happened to Jamilah.
"Patience and prayer."