The True Love of Isha
#CTI Part 23
Amit drove his car at high speed so that he could get to the hospital soon, he was very worried about Isyah's state of high fever.
"Prophey, Sa. Brother will quickly take you to the hospital." said Amit as he drove his car to the nearest hospital.
After arriving at the hospital, Amit carried Isyah's body into the ER.
"Dok, help my sister .." said Amit in a panic.
"Okay, wait a minute, sir. We'll check on your brother." said Doctor Iyan.
Doctor Iyan immediately examined Isyah and he prepared medicine for Isyah, he used the infusion on Isyah and then he moved Isyah to the VIP treatment room.
Amit was very worried about Isyah's condition that never realized so he called Mr. Ben.
📱Papa.
"Papa, Isa has a fever. Pa. .." said Amit in a panic.
"Amit, if the fever is yes, treat dong," Ben said very casually.
"Udah, Dad. Now we are in the hospital and Isa is unconscious." said Amit while looking at Isha's face.
"What! How's Amit, Papa can't go home because there's an important meeting tomorrow?"said Mr. Ben who was worried about his son's condition.
"Yes already, it's okay. Amit can keep Isa here .." said Amit who disconnected his phone.
How this papa, he adopted this child even I who take care of him should he be my son only not my sister, inner Amit.
Not long after, Isha finally opened her eyes, she looked around and she also saw Amit.
"Well, where is this?"said Isha very limply when Amit directly looked at Isha.
"You, you're sober ... We're in the hospital" explained Amit.
Isyah was silent he looked at the ceiling of the hospital room then he saw the infusion attached to his hand, then he touched his head and he could feel his hair that did not use the hijab.
"Bang, where is Isa's hijab?"said Isyah who began to panic, suddenly made Amit round his eyes.
Oh, no, I forgot to put on the hijab how this is. Inner Amit.
"Mana Abang remember, if it was an emergency like that. You should be grateful that you brought you to the hospital." said Amit very ketus.
Truly a stone, because of him I showed my awrah to many people, the inner Isha.
"Then take Isa's hijab, Bang. Come on .."Take Isyah to Amit.
"I'll just tell Sen." said Amit very coldly.
Amit sent a message to Sen to deliver the hijab to the hospital.
💌Sen.
(Antara Hijab Isyah in the hospital, you told the aunt to take the hijab Isyah anywhere in the room, as soon as you bring it here.)
Sen read Amit's message and he immediately did his job quickly, because he was very afraid that Amit was angry with him and he would not repeat it.
Amit looked at Isha's face.
Why was I so worried about the situation, Amit you can't care about it just because of the trust from papa, okay. Inner Amit.
Ishaah was so upset with Amit that he threw away his sight.
How about this, I had to not wear a hijab like this just because Amit bang panicked, I was so sorry for him. Batin Ishah's.
Not long ago Sen finally arrived at the hospital and now he was in front of the door of Isyah's room, he did not dare to enter and he just knocked on the door of the room so that Amit out.
Geck, tok.
"It's me, sir." Sen said.
Amit rushed to the outside when he got outside he did not say anything, he immediately took the hijab Isyah who was in a small bag carried by Sen inside.
Amit went inside and he gave the bag containing the hijab of Ishaah, and Isha opened it.
Isha took her hijab which she used to wear after she put her body to sleep again, she said nothing to Amit because she was still very upset with Amit.
Instead of saying thank you, saying a word is not the basis of the smell of kencur, inner Amit.
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Mr. Salam felt very anxious he thought about his son who was at the house of Pak, so he approached the house of Mr. Ben and asked where Isyah to Sen
"Where's Ishaa?"ask Mr. Salam while looking at Mr. Ben's house.
"Lo, so you don't know that Non Isa, is in the hospital?"sen replied while looking at the worried face of Mr. Salam.
"I don't know why he went to the hospital, and what's the hospital?"mr. Salam asked in a very anxious and panicked manner.
"Fever, Sir. The hospital (sensor ) was ..." Sen explained.
"Thank you, "Pak Salam patted Sen on the shoulder and he rushed to the hospital, because he was very worried about Isha's condition.
O Allah, please appoint a son of a servant that he may be well. Aamiin ... Inner Mr. Salam.
Mr. Salam boarded the angkot to get to the hospital where Isyah was treated, after a few minutes later he finally arrived at the hospital that treated Isyah.
Mr. Salam walked very quickly so that he immediately arrived at Isyah's hospital room, after arriving he did not directly enter but he peeked a little.
It appears that Amit is feeding Ishaah and also giving medicine to Isyah sontak make Pak Salam happy.
I'm so happy to see them getting close, Ben would be so happy if I told him. Inner Mr. Salam.
Mr. Salam made a video of Amit feeding Isyah food and medicine, then he immediately sent the video to Mr. Ben.
I'd better go home, isn't my son okay and I don't want to disturb them inside either. Maybe in this way they will get closer again, the inner Mr. Salam.
Salam rushed out of the hospital.
Isyah felt very sleepy after taking the medicine given by Amit earlier he was asleep.
Amit looked at Isha's sleeping face.
Seeing her face made me remember the face of Difa who always wears a hijab like her, seeing her face made me eliminate my long-standing longing for Difa who had gone away from me ... Inner Amit.
Amit shed his tears very quickly he immediately wiped his tears because, he did not want anyone to see a mafia cry just because he missed someone.
Amit put his body on the couch and he began to fall asleep and he dreamed of meeting Difa.
"Difa baby, are you here?"said Amit who was very happy to see Difa in front of him.
"Amit, forget me ... There is a woman who will take my place in your heart, she is a woman who has just entered your life, she is also similar to me and she also wears a hijab" said Difa who rushed away.
"Difa, wait! I don't want to love anyone but you!"amit shouted while chasing Difa.
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