The Voice of the Husband

Calling

The breath looks irregular. The heart rate returns to normal when the eye is fixed on the electrocardiogram. Breaths of relief and gratitude alternate out from different organs.

With heavy footsteps and overwhelming guilt, the cold of the night wind was no longer ignored. He stared at the shady face that was now asleep in the dope. Undeniably, tears fell back on the cold white floor.

Heart hurts. Body's limp. Sitting on the floor as punishment. Waiting for the owner to wake up from his sleep.

"Allahuakbar.." The soft voice that came from behind the oxygen mask, made my bowed face look up for a moment.

He got up, approached the man with a million patience and clasped his hand tightly.

"Sister.." call him, with lips quivering.

"Alhamdulillah." the pale lips smiled and gave thanks.

His heart smiled, hearing the call. Yep. Older brother. She was called a sister by someone she loved. However, only one person called him with that call. First wife.

Now, he heard directly. Someone he always expected his love for, calling him by the call of big brother.

"I'm sorry, brother" he said.

There's no answer. His opponent closed his eyes. Adjusting your breath to stay regular. Calm.

"Go away." after a few seconds of silence, the lips spoke again. More powerful than ever before.

His face turned, staring at the corner of the room. I don't want to see his face in front of him. It hurts too much. Especially considering what happened a few hours ago.

Tears are flowing again. Accidentally dripped right over the back of the hand he was holding. I want to say, but it is so difficult.

Clasped fingers, slowly moving. Loosen the grip and move up the stomach.

"Sister." call him again. Wishing the person he called looked at him.

"I want to be with Yumna." replied Naren, still turning his face away.

"alright. I'm going first. Assalamualaikum..."

Relented. That word that Nara chose after hearing a reply from the man she must have hurt. With a heavy heart, Nara twisted her body. Slowly walk to the ward door.

For once again, look. Look up at the bed. Where the husband lay there.

He could see, there was a drop of tears coming out from the corner of his eye. Flowing through the cheeks smoothly without any obstacles.

The ward door opens. The figure called mommy came out. Greeted by a series of questions from some people waiting in front of the ward.

"Mommy, is daddy awake?" the little boy who was crying was now approaching his mother. Her hand held the ice cream from Adli, Zeline's husband.

"Udah. There you enter. Daddy wants to be with you." Nara nodded at the question from her daughter. Trying to smile even though it is difficult.

"But why didn't mommy come in? Kan mommy also wants to meet daddy." he asked while bringing the body closer.

"Mommy's in, baby. Your turn." reply Nara.

"Let's have Adli who will let you in." he continued.

"Yumna wants to be mommy." whining.

"Udah, don't fuss. You go in first, yeah. Mommy will be followed."

Adli stepped closer to the little boy he had bought ice cream with his son. Then, holding that little hand and going into the ward.

They're getting close to the bed. Where the patient lies helplessly there.

"Daddy?" call Yumna.

Eyes that were closed, open immediately. There was a spirit to get well soon when he saw his daughter's face.

"Dear."

Gently rubbed his cheeks puffed Yumna. Remembering his first love. Yumna's real mother. Certainly, more remembered with his eternal love.

"Sister, I'm sure. That love will never be lost when the soul is separated from the body. Love comes from the heart. Growing with sincerity and sincerity. I always hoped that love would turn into eternal prayer. Love our children and pray for me always. I Love You."

~Shafira Nur Kafah's.

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