The End of the Waiting

Dusk on the Beach

“Mama, I met Ning Fatimah at the hospital.”

“Ning Fatimah who taught at the cottage Ustadz Yusuf is?”

Azizah remembered the beautiful woman who had talked to her several times. A daughter of one of the cottage owners also chose to serve elsewhere.

It was incredible. Azizah.

“Iya. Didn't meet intentionally. My wedding time he did not come because uminya sick, eh now even his brother who was being treated there almost a week.”

“Sick what did he say? He doesn't know you again in Surabaya?”

Amara shook her head slowly. “She didn't want to disturb the newlyweds. Though I don't mind if he's ngabarin.”

“Just respect his decision, maybe he really does not want to disturb and trouble you.”

Amara nodded. He understood, just a little bit of a pity.

“Health, don't mind much and multiply nutritious food. May healthy always and be launched until the time of delivery.”

“Aamiin. Thanks, Ma. Sorry we are troublesome,” Amara said as she hugged her mother-in-law affectionately.

After seeing her mother-in-law Amara returned to the room and saw her husband had just come out of the bathroom with a fresher body. He approached and hugged the man's body full of affection.

“Why hm?” tanya Akram rubbed his wife's hand gently.

“Nothing, just miss want to hug you.” Behind her husband's back, her lips curled into a thin smile.

“Uhh, my wife is spoiled, yes.”

Amara chuckled softly in response to her husband's words.

“Bring the baby as it is,” continued Akram turned his body, then hugged Amara's waist gently.

The two looked at each other in silence, then fused their breaths together towards the peak of longing that finally found the antidote.

The next morning Amara had asked her husband for permission to visit Fatimah. She will go with her mother-in-law to the hospital.

Arriving at the hospital, Amara came to the room of the in-laws. Waiting there as he contacted Fatimah who did not answer his call.

Be loved, ulam arrived. Amara who had just come out of the room of the in-laws accidentally saw Fatimah who was walking from the opposite direction.

“Ning Fatimah!” his call made the woman's footsteps stop.

Amara immediately approached the woman and hugged her like a brother who had not seen her for a long time.

“You're here? Why again?” ask Fatimah.

“From you, Ning. I've called a few times, but it's not answered.”

“I just saw a doctor, my hape is in the nursery. What are you looking for me?”

Amara stared at Fatimah's response which seemed to have changed slightly. Unlike the old days who always spread a soothing smile. However, Amara tried not to put prejudice, maybe Fatimah was tired and a lot of thoughts.

“Still, Mara. But you don't have to bother like this.”

Fatimah smiled forcefully. He takes Amara to his parents' ward located in the VIP class as well of course.

Before entering the room Amara said hello. In the middle of the room was a bed with the body of a middle-aged man who was stretched out with various tools attached to his body. The old face looked so shady even though his eyes were tightly closed.

“Assalamu’alaikum, Abah. I am a student and friend of Ning Fatimah at Ustadz Yusuf's cottage. May you recover soon and be removed all his diseases.”

Fatimah said the father received a drug injection and will likely not be conscious in the next few hours.

“Aamiin,” sahut Fatimah chimed.

Amara looked pityfully at Fatimah. Perhaps the woman was really a lot of thoughts and burdens in mind, evident even when Amara asked her to talk the woman looked like she was in another world.

Until Amara's hand touched Fatimah's shoulder, the woman gasped in shock and returned to her consciousness.

“Ning Fatimah is fine?”

Fatimah nodded. “Iya. You are pregnant, why bother here.”

“I've considered Ning Fatimah like a brother. So for a little thing like this is not a problem. Oh yes, if Ning Fatimah needs anything do not hesitate to call, yes.”

“Still a lot, Mara. When outside the cottage you can just call my name.”

Amara nodded. “Good, Mbak.”

Fatimah's parents suffered from chronic heart failure. His condition worsened in the last week and must be referred to this hospital because the regional hospital in his city does not have the equipment and doctors who handle.

After receiving treatment at the hospital, the doctor suggested a heart transplant. However, until now it has not received a suitable donor.

While telling the condition of his parents, the sobs of Fatimah could not be dammed. The woman dressed syar’i hugged Amara to calm her chaotic self.

“Why does God have to take away people who mean so much in my life? Do I not deserve to be happy? I have always kept His commandments, kept away from His prohibitions, I have devoted my life only to receiving pleasure from Him. But what did I get? Not a little kindness I received.”

“Mbak,” hiss Amara slowly. “God is testing you. Keep praying and leave everything to Him alone. There will be no test that cannot be passed.”

Amara grimacing. I don't know what to say until the woman can say that. Sometimes even a believer will feel the injustice of destiny when what is desired does not go as he wishes. It was Satan's temptation to incite a human being in distress. Hoping that man will leave his Lord because he feels that worship is done only in vain.

Such is the devil's deception. They always take a chance in every narrowness that occurs.

“God will not test man beyond his limits. Fatimah was tested because God knows you are strong. Consider it a test to raise your degrees and family.”

“Astaghfirullah,” hiss Fatimah while wiping her chest and muttering softly beg for forgiveness for the bad speech that had come out accidentally.

“Fire is reasonable, Ma'am. But you must also know that Allah does not test His servant without giving good wisdom

Fatimah nodded. “Still already reminded.”

Amara stared at Fatimah intensely. The woman's face and attitude were like someone who was heartbroken.

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