The Possessive's
Warm welcome.
"Era!" Ansel immediately looked at the patient.
All the family members there became shocked, when they found Ansel mentioning one of the words when he saw the patient. Moreover, Ansel hastened his steps toward the gurney that will bring the apasien. He was silent when he looked closely enough at the woman's patient, both eyes Ansel was very sure if it was a woman he knew. It was just that at that time, there was no cloth covering his face.
"Mom, is there a small cloth or anything." Ansel looked at Kiya.
"What's the bang for?" Kiya became startled when Ansel asked that thing.
Without answering her, Ansel asked Kiya to give him the item. A piece of handkerchief cloth that is very beautiful in color and pattern, now Ansel handheld and came back to the patient. He covered the woman's head and face, and asked the nurses to take her to the treatment room immediately, no questions asked on the part of the Azzam family. They just follow and now everything is in the patient's room, of course, the room is the best that the hospital has.
The nurses prepare the patient and they say goodbye after everything is done, Arick chooses to sit on the available chairs, only his parents with his sister and brother are on the patient's side.
"Sister, sorry Ayu yes. Ayu accidentally bumped into you, it was all because Ayu had broken the rules of daddy. " Ayu who clasped Era's hand deeply felt guilty, even he stripped off.
Ayu's response really made her family shocked, because Ayu was never like that even though she had pain and even difficulties. But this time, he stripes like a child who lost his favorite toy.
Kiya asks her husband and Arick and Ansel to leave the room, because of what Ansel did before making himself understand if the female patient uses the hijab and it is not good if men who are not mahramnya see it. However, an emergency is the reason.
"Why baby?" Azzam asked his wife why he had to go out.
"Yes mom, Arick just wants a little tambourine."
As for Ansel, he just kept quiet and followed the words of the mommy. Because of every attitude Kiya takes, there will always be prior consideration.
"I'm sorry baby, Arick, brother. Mommy didn't forbid you from being there. What the brother did earlier, made mommy realize if the woman was using a hijab and also a veil. Really brother?" Kiya assured her son what he thought.
Ansel simply nodded his head, confirming what Kiya had said. With this explanation, Azzam and Arick finally understood what Kiya meant.
"You can re-enter after better circumstances, and brother. If you want to enter, it's good to mmm what was her name earlier?" Kiya forgot the name.
"Era." Answer ansel briefly.
"If you want to enter, it's good that our era wears a hijab first. For the veil, just adjust it. Since he was still using the breathing apparatus, he was afraid that it would have an effect. How's it?" Kiya smiled, looking one by one at the face of her handsome man.
"Mmm, you're the best, baby." Azzam hugged Kiya.
"Yes mom, Arick understands. But, is it okay if we've seen it like that mom? He's afraid he'll be embarrassed." Arick with his rancid.
Takhs!
"Weh, it's a pain bang." Arick's head why the blow from Ansel's hand.
"He wouldn't know if your mouth could take care of him. Go." Ansel smirked at Arick.
"Boy." Tegur Azzam to Ansel.
"Arick!" Ansel raised his voice which made Arick laugh but quickly ran away.
Arick's departure made Azzam and Kiya understand, then Azzam patted his eldest son's shoulder.
"Mom, dad! Brother's conscious!" Ayu appeared from behind the treatment room door.
Finding this, they immediately entered. True, Era has opened her eyes with a gaze that is so sweet. His eyes seemed to be searching for something, spreading his gaze across the entire corner of the room.
"Sister." Reproach Ayu to an Era that is still silent.
"E Ejaz, where is Ejaz? Where's Ejaz?" A raucous voice followed by tears flowing from both corners of his eyes.
Finding the Era repressing, Ayur becomes increasingly guilty and he asks Kiya to calm him down. However, Ansel was first beside him.
"Hey, relax. Ejaz is fine, he's in the other room." Ansel wanted to reach for the tiny hand, but immediately got a pull from his sister.
"Abang, not mahram!" Firmly Ayu and widened his two eyes at Ansel.
Realizing the words of Ayu, making Era aware that there are now people who are foreign to her. Then he looked at Kiya, as if seeing something beautiful. Making Era had a sense of tranquility when she saw it, the view now turned to see Ansel. In his mind, why was there a boss there.
"Son, are you okay? Is there any pain you feel?" Era came to a realization when Kiya asked him.
"Eee, I'm a nyo..."
" Mommy, call it mommy Kiya." Kiya interrupted Era's words.
"Mo mommy?" Kiya lun nodded her head.
Once the shade of the face, the aged woman was wearing a hijab. Makes her look so beautiful, aware of it. Then Era became panicked, she felt her head and face.
"Astaghfirullah!! Where, where's my hijab and veil?!" The era grew increasingly panicked and attempted to cover his head and face.
The movement, making the infusion needle and breathing apparatus was attracted and released. It was confirmed that the back of his hand was giving off red liquid. Everyone panicked about what Era was doing, then Kiya immediately hugged her and covered her head with her body. As well as Ayu, he immediately pulled Ansel and Azzam out of the room.
"Relax baby, daddy and Ansel are out. I'm sorry, mommy forgot this important thing. Wait a minute, looks like mommy brought a face in the bag. Ayu, please, baby." Kiya asks Ayu to look for the thing in her bag.
When the bag opened, Ayu got what he was looking for. He gives it to Kiya, and Kiya also brings out the face that he always carries everywhere and gives it to Era to be used immediately.
"Thank you mom." The era is a little relieved.
Kiya's emergency button presses, which doesn't wait long to get a doctor there. Soon the doctor examined Era and repaired the previously disengaged medical equipment, providing little information about the patient's condition and providing rest periods for his patients.
