The Waiting of Love Ustadz Riza
Doa
Everyone was anxiously waiting in front of the ER room. Riza didn't stop praying that his wife would be okay. The man still faithfully wore his shirt that was filled with the blood of his wife. "Change your clothes first, brother. Kids aren't comfortable seeing you like this." Said Mark while giving a change of clothes to his brother-in-law. Riza looked at her two children who had just calmed down sitting with Meta then nodded.
Hours of waiting. The doctor came out with his tired face. "How's doc?" Riza asked so impatiently to hear the news about the state of the wife. "Sorry." Said the middle-aged man while sighing. Riza shook her head in disbelief at what she heard just now. "No. Not likely. My wife is fine. There's no way he's gone. The doctor must have lied. It's all my fault. If it wasn't for me my wife wouldn't have gotten hurt. He's like this for saving me." His voice fell on the floor. "We've been trying. We're sorry." Again, everything is made glued in their respective places. Their minds were empty not believing what they had just heard. "Doctor." Someone came out of the room where Jihan was. "The patient's heart rate is back." His words gave everyone a bright spot. "good. Excuse me." The pump's back inside.
"Alhamdulillah." Riza was so grateful for what she heard just now. It's a miracle. God still gives them the opportunity to live together in the world. Raising and caring for children together. Being a happy family. "Eat first Za." Papa Jihan patted his daughter-in-law's back. Riza shakes. "Riza is not hungry. Riza is sorry. It's all because of Riza." Answer slowly. The middle-aged man shook his head slowly. He understands the situation of his son-in-law. Everyone feels the same. "It's not your fault, son. It's all fate. We feel the same way you feel, Za. What's more, Papa. She's Papa's daughter. As a child, I was with Papa. Seeing him suffer long ago made a deep wound in Papa's heart. Moreover, such a situation is repeated again. Papa is not in power." He said heavily to hold back the tears from falling. "Children need you while the mother is not healed. Think about it." Her speech.
Riza walked over to her daughter's son. The man hugged the two boys while apologizing. "Mom's okay, isn't Dad?" Jaffan asked making the man's breath choked. "Mom's fine. It just takes time to heal and regroup with us." The man calmed his two hearts.
Riza observed his wife who was still lying weakly from behind the glass with various life support tools attached to the woman's body. " Right Deck. You didn't leave Mas. God gives you the opportunity to keep your promise. Mas loves you. Get well and get together with us. Sorry for making you hurt." He said while shedding tears. "Go pray Kak. I'll wait here." Mark said directly nodded by his brother-in-law.
In a mosque. A man was raising his hand in gratitude and pleading. "Thank God for giving us hope. Thank you for giving my wife a second chance. Heal him. She's a good woman. Do not give him any pain or suffering. He and all of us are just ordinary people who cannot endure the pain. Do not test us beyond our limits. Forgive us if we are negligent and self-righteous. The heart of the servant could not bear the pain when he saw the woman he loved hurt. The servant loves you and the servant loves the servant's wife at their own rate. You are God's servant. You are the place where you ask and plead. Heal the wife of the servant." He said with tears that could no longer be touched.
