Titip My Wife

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" Hamdan "sounds a voice calling out to him.

" Zidan, sorry to bother you "

" no sir, this is my job, this is a file to sign today" Zidan gave up all his files.

When Zidan finished asking permission to come see Hanafi for a moment. Hamdan allowed, showing the place where Hanafi was treated. Hamdan continued his steps into the mosque in the hospital.

" Assalamu'alaikum sir " directly greet the parents who are the boss of Zidan at this time, Wahyu sir has considered like his own son.

" wa'alaikumsalam nak Zidan, "

" How is Mr. Hanafi's situation "

" please ask for his prayer yes Zidan hopefully Hanafi soon recover, not conscious after surgery nhopefully soon "

" Aamiin may Mr. Hanafi be healthy soon" Zidan saw Hanafi who still closed his eyes.

not long ago Zidan resigned because he had to return to the office a lot to be done, let alone his work will double Hamdan and Pak Wahyu could not go to the office because he was waiting for Hanafi.

Zidan met with Zakia, Zakia immediately kissed her brother's hand like a couple if they do not know their true relationship. Zidan and Zakia were very close, they were just two brothers whose closeness made everyone envious. Zidan, who loved his sister very much, protected his sister not willing any bees to alight.

It did not escape the sight of Hamdan who saw both. When Zakia kissed Zidan's hand and when Zidan stroked Zakia's head. Hamdan immediately thought that it was Zidan's wife, Hamdan knew Zidan as an employee he did not know Zidan's true status.

" oh so that woman is Zidan's wife, how lucky you are Zidan "Hamdan's heart was torn to see everything in plain sight, the woman who made him restless all this time.

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in the inpatient room, some are struggling to open their eyes after a long break. Aisha felt the movements of her husband who had come to a realization.

" A i sha.." as soon as the first words came out of Hanafi's lips. Her voice was stammering very weakly, Aisha clasped her hand gently.

" Alhamdulillah mas already aware, Aisha here mas always here accompany mas "

" ma af's... Aisha "Hanafi seemed to drop her tears.

" no mas, don't apologize mas Hanafi nothing wrong ". Aisha wiped away the tears that had fallen on Hanafi's cheeks.

" mas don't talk much first, mas still weak break is us here. all here there is Abah, umma also Hamdan mas look at them very loving mas." Aisha kept trying hard to smile sweetly in front of her husband. Hanafi blinked his eyes signaling a yes answer.

Umma, Abah and Hamdan approached Hanafi no one should look sad all smiled when approaching Hanafi.

" Son Hanafi Alhamdulillah has realized, a lot of rest do not talk much first." Hanafi is still helped with oxygen, his condition is still very weak so it is advisable not to talk much first.

" Sister spirit yes, the pudding made by Aisha's sister is still in the refrigerator later Hamdan exhausted. big brother healthy quickly." Hamdan whispered in Hanafi's ear, tempting him not to strain his atmosphere. Hanafi smiled hearing his sister and blinked his eyes signaling a yes answer.

" Quick healthy baby, umma and Abah are always here." umma stroked the head of her firstborn who looked weak wrapped in many infusion tubes.

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Aisha brought food and would feed Hanafi before taking the medicine.

Aisha still walked to the bathroom to wash her hands.

" dine first yes, in the end" Aisha though not a sad face, she always tried to be calm and strong in front of her husband. There is no attitude or face that looks worried or sad even always smiling sweetly.

" yes, I've eaten yet." asked Hanafi.

" in a moment umma bring food here, now mas Hanafi eat first." Aisha began to feed spoon by spoon. Hanafi stopped eating and held Aisha's hand as Aisha was about to put food in her husband's mouth.

" Dek, mas apologise" Hanafi stared fixedly at his wife, still with a calm looking face.

" There's nothing to forgive, it's not wrong. Finish the food first and take the new medicine we talk again" . Aisha returned to feed Hanafi, this time her food was exhausted. Aisha was happy to see her, wishing her husband a speedy recovery and passion for his recovery.

Aisha returned to clean the cutlery from the hospital, washed her hands and gave the medicine for Hanafi to drink. Deceiving her husband's eating scars using a tissue on Hanafi's lips.

" Deck,,"

" hmmm yes mas". Aisha covered her husband's legs again.

" Aisha's deck must have known everything with the state of the mas, sorry the deck must make you bother taking care of the mas". Aisha approached holding her husband's hand and kissed him.

" do not apologize continue mas no one needs to be forgiven, everything has become a destiny that we have to live. God chose us because God knows we are strong, in every patience and effort there will be a multiplying reward. Mas must be strong and spirit to heal, we must not give up mas. As much effort as possible, we have to be passionate." Aisha kisses her husband's hand. Hanafi stroking Aisha's head .

" yes we will fight, we give everything to God" Hanafi kissed his wife's hand.

" Bismillah everything by Allah's permission, we shall both pass through". Both of them smiled with passion in their hearts. Love that is so sincere because of Allah.love only not to exceed your love for your Lord, because all his mortal we will leave or be abandoned.

Then Hamdan came in after performing his prayer.he saw his better brother, Hamdan was very happy feeling.

" So, you're good"

" yes, I'm afraid your brother's pudding is over" Hamdan, Hanafi and Aisha laughed.

umma came to bring breakfast for Hamdan and Aisha did not forget also the favorite pudding of her two children was brought.

His three children greeted the umma with reverence.

" how are you dear" asked umma

" Thank God umma is better, forgive Hanafi umma"

" i'm sorry, why is there nothing to forgive. Umma's son is strong and strong.Focus on your healing dear, do not think unnecessarily.this umma bring your favorite pudding, let's eat." umma hand over the pudding and feed Hanafi. umma orders Hamdan and Aisha to have breakfast first.

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