The Heart (Nadira)

Episode 153

Over time, the wound may no longer hurt, but sometimes the taste of the wound that had occurred still ringed in memory. The heart may not bleed anymore, but the scar may still be there.

Sometimes pain can change a person, become more selfish and shut away from what is in front of him. And right now, that's what happened to Nadira. Women who used to attach importance to the happiness of the closest people now choose to be selfish.

" Mommy,.."

Hanan, an eight-year-old boy, is now whining spoiled near his mother's Dira.

" We're going to the hospital now. Your fever's not coming down, too, son. "

By helping Hanan walk, Dira took Hanan down. Bram and Luna who had already left did not know the situation of Hanan. This morning, Dira only said that Hanan was not feeling well.

" Sir, we're going to the hospital now."

Dira's orders to the driver of his parents' family were. The driver, who had served the Dira family, immediately took them to the hospital. Upon arrival there, Hanan immediately received treatment, and the attending physician was Zaidan.

" Mara..."

Zaidan muttered the name, as a nurse asked Zaidan to check the patient's data. With quick steps, Zaidan met Dira da. Hanan.

" Hey champ,.."

Hanan who felt called was just smiling, while Dira was clearly anxious on her face.

" Sust, please take a sample of the patient's blood. And do a lab check. I'm waiting for lab results immediately."

After Hanan received treatment, and had moved the room, Dira covered her face with both hands. Zaidan who was well aware of Dira's anxiety sat down beside Dira.

" Be calm, Hanan has received treatment. "

Dira immediately turned to look towards Zaidan.

" I'm scared, Dan. "

Dira nodded, silence engulfed Hanan's room. Until the ringing sound of Dira's cell phone distracts them.

" Assalamualaikum, Brother."

".,..."

" Hanan's fever is getting higher, brother, so I take him to the hospital."

"...."

" Yes, Waalaikumsalam."

Then Dira put down her phone and looked at Hanan who was still lying down. Dira's hands gently caressed Hanan's head. Zaidan moved closer to Hanan's bed.

" Ra, I'm back in my room. You're okay I'm living alone."

" It's okay, Dan. Thanks to ya."

Zaidan nodded, then stroked Hanan's head.

" So healthy, champ."

Dira delivers Zaidan to the front door of Hanan's treatment room. Before Zaidan leaves. Zaidan had ordered something that made Dira sculpt.

Dira sat on the edge of Hanan's bed. Looking at Hanan's pale face. The fever has not yet gone down. Free hand in hand. Even Dira shed tears when she saw her son again feel the pain of the needle prick infusion.

Dira looks at Hanan's face which is a duplicate of Alby's face. Moreover, Zaidan's words before he died, Hanan's room was still ringing in his ears. And also his mind.

" Ra, call his father, I'm sure Hanan has a fever because he misses his father. Ra, we can't be selfish, Hanan needs a father figure. I know, I don't have the right to say this. Ra, if you still love her, you also deserve to give her a second chance. Ask your heart, Ra. Do you hate him or do you still love him."