The Pursuit of Fatimah Love

Different Feelings

Late at night, a pair of legs still tread the quiet streets without a definite purpose. Just hold on to a piece of paper containing his aunt's address. Fatimah, swinging steps to climb the streets of the city with shaky steps. There is guilt in his parents when he leaves the house without their permission. Honest in heart he is afraid to get a curse from the creator because he has been disobeying his parents.

Whoever is devoted to his parents, he will have good fortune and God will prolong his life.

A piece of hadith that he held firm during his life, now he must break it himself.

Fatimah wiped the corner of her wet eyes with her thumb, her chest rumbling. Logic and his heart pounded the drums of war, they were not in rhythm. Between returning home again by receiving an arranged marriage or freedom struggle that he echoed during college.

Yes, Fatimah is one of the students who incessantly echo the meaning of freedom and oppression when decorating. He will stand at the very front of the line on the matter. But right now, he had to be caught in a complicated situation. Between devotion and the freedom of choice he will strive for.

Bruaks....

The sound of a loud bang coming from a car broke Fatimah's daydream. He immediately turned to the source of the voice with a flabbergasted look. His eyes widened avoiding the glare of lights from the car in front of him.

"But run!" shouts Fatimah, with all her might. A soft and slow voice was unable to stop the speed of the car that had hit the person in front of him.

Fatimah, immediately ran to the hit-and-run victims who were limp in the asphalt field.

Astarghfirullah....

He groaned, when he was near the victim. Fatimah, getting closer and want to ensure the condition of the victim.

There are a lot of injuries.

Mata Fatimah, scanning the streets hoping someone can be called for help. He ran to Kenya and left still trying to find help, but unfortunately because the time was too late, there was not a single vehicle that passed there.

Not wanting to waste a long time, Fatimah immediately made an emergency Ambulance call. His instincts as a fellow human being want to help even though he himself is in trouble.

Ambulance cars were traveling at high speed, it did not take long until they arrived at the nearest hospital. Officers who saw their arrival immediately welcomed the patient and took him to the IGD room for further examination.

Fatimah, who was in front of the IGD door looking panicked, her face tensed with cold sweaty hands. He was afraid that something bad might happen to the young man.

Why am I this sweet, when he is not who I am. I don't even know him.

Fatimah, chose to be special for the peace of her heart.

An hour passed, and all administrative matters had been completed by Fatimah. Armed with the savings he collected during college from the rest of the scholarship he got. Fatimah willingly divided, for the sake of humanity. Although Fatimah, herself needed that money so much to survive after this. But there are lives to be fought for and much more in need.

Does not God promise :

Allah will provide sustenance from an unexpected direction. And whoever trusts in Allah, Allah will meet his needs. Verily, Allah does what He wills (to do). Verily Allah has made provision for every thing (At-talaq 3).

Now the young man has been moved to the nursery. Fatimah quickly headed there to see her condition. His eyes circulated to catch a glimpse of the man who was drooping limp on the hospital bed. His hair is shaggy, with two buttons shirt the top is open and a black necklace with a razor pendant as if to show the identity of the man, at first glance looks blurred and ferocious.

Sure enough, the man Fatimah helped was Aldebaran. That night he was fleeing from the pursuit of aide who was preparing to take him to the main house. Both of Al's parents, have agreed to match up his son with one of his best friend's daughters. They hope that after marrying Al, it will change. He would not be as wild as he is today. But na'as, Al who is running away must be faced with a disaster. He had a hit-and-run and was left alone by the culprit.

Fatimah, back down and chose to sit next to the patient's bed. Fatimah who felt exhausted finally fell asleep just like that.

At dawn, Al awoke. It seems like the medicinal effect has been exhausted. He even grimaced with the pain that hit his leg.

His gaze was fixed on a woman who was asleep with peace.

Well-favoured.

One word that was said from Al's mouth, this was the first time he recognized the beauty of a woman's face. Al, back trying to remember the previous events. He only realized if he had just had an accident.

Al, who was feeling thirsty, tried to reach for the glass stored on the nightstand next to his bed. But because one of his hands was on the infusion he had difficulty taking the glass.

Fatimah who felt a movement quickly opened her eyes immediately.

"Mas, need a drink?" ask her in a soft voice.

"Yes" replied Al briefly.

"I'm helping you"

Fatimah quickly grabbed a bottle of mineral water and his straw and handed it to Al.

Al, was still stunned admiring the beauty of the woman before him. He was fascinated at first sight.

I think the story of the angel is just a fairy tale. But right now, I'm discovering that fact.

Al, still looking fixedly at Fatimah's face, to make the woman nervous herself.

"I'm sorry first, want to get ready for dawn prayer" said Fatimah, immediately turn towards the door.

Al, still stunned by the charm of Fatimah, in a split second he could only gawk without giving an answer to Fatimah's statement.

Three steps later...

"Wait!..."

"Sir...."

"Mr...."

Fatimah, not caring that he still continued his steps.

"Where?"

"Madinda?" yelled Al, for the rest of his strength.

Fatimah looked at me. A moment later he said "yes, what's wrong?"

"Huh, so your name is Kisana what is Adinda?" 

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