Twice Married

Thank you Mother

Today the sky is very bright, seen Ibra in a sturdy white shirt carrying Irsyad and holding Fara in her right hand. Fara wears a white robe and a veil, not forgetting that she also holds a flower that is still fresh and fresh.

"Fara happy to be here?" ask the Father.

Fara nodded then smiled. "Yes, Dad. I want to look at Mother."

Ibra smiled and continued walking, down the block area where Fatih is currently located. The three of them finally arrived, then squatted around a mound of land that had not risen. It has been a month now that Fatih's house is not wet anymore because many green grass that stretches to grow to cover dry land.

A marble headstone with lettering using gold ink, making the name Fatih Medina, SE, look very luxurious and graceful.

"Assalammualaika, baby. We're coming." Ibra leads the greeting of arrival.

"Assalammualaika, Mommy .." Fara's plain great-granddaughter while rubbing the grass over the tomb. For a long time Fara's face cut down, her lips pursed, her eyes glazed. He also started crying hard.

"Mother ... Mother." put her head in the mausoleum. Ibra, who had promised not to cry, ended up crying. He rubbed his daughter's body which seemed to be lying on the ground. No matter the white robe will get dirty. Ibra then turned to rub Fatih's head and looked at her in tears.

"I miss you, Mother ... Look at Irsyad, it's been a month now. I call him Irsyad, like his late sister. Mother wouldn't mind, would she?" asked Ibra in a voice full of vibrations.

"Usually Mother always comes to dreams for a month, why did not last night come?" ibra said, then wiped her tears with the inner sleeve. Pulling snot fluid to enter again into the base of the nose.

"Dad, please take Mother home. I miss." Fara tugged at his father's sleeve. "Bangunin dong Bundaanya, Yah." said Fara forced. He went back and cried. His cries grew louder, until he vomited next to the tomb. Ibra grabbed a bottle of water from her bag and gave it to Fara with one hand, very difficult indeed. But how else, one hand he used to hold Irsyad which was still covered with sling.

"But the Mother is happy there, son. I'm not sick anymore" replied Ibra. The son and father cried together, staring at the house that could not be dismantled anymore, to forcefully pull the dead body that was stiff and lifeless. Ibra and Fara were already unable to get a warm touch from Fatih.

"One month, I miss hearing your voice, baby. The touch of your hand that always caresses us when night falls, and now there is Irsyad, we sleep three in the same bed. It's still lacking, because you're not sleeping with us anymore." Clear water just keeps falling from Ibra's eyelids.

"Yesterday I forgot to put Irsyad in bed, so he scratched his own cheek with his nails, then Fara, he still did not want to touch his sister. He was angry with his sister, because he felt Irsyad's presence made you go away from him. Even yesterday threw a pillow on Irsyad's face, because our boy is always fussy if night."

"Fara will sleep soundly if you have hugged your picture frame on his chest, these two days our two children are hot, Bun. I've been to the Pediatrician, but the Doctor just said that Irsyad and Fara are missing you. Come on baby, come back to our dreams, can't talk is fine. What matters is that we meet you."

Ibra continued to wander, staring at the tomb that could only freeze. Wanting to scream spilling despair, it was certainly impossible to do. I don't know why he felt so sleepy and wanted to close both eyes.

Then

"bra ... Bra, it's broad daylight like I'm sleeping anyway!" Kak Intan jerked the shoulder of the brother who was sleeping soundly on the wall of the operating room.

Ibra blinked quickly and daydreamed for a while, remembering what dream she had just experienced in her head.

"Astagfirullohaladzim Ya Allah .." cried Ibra long while rubbing his face. The man rubbed his chest a few times. He returned to beisitighfar. Ibra's face was wet, she was crying in a dream.

"Let's hurry, that's your wife's dead!"

"Alhamdulillah O Allah, it means that it was only my dream." the still messy breath he just let out. He walked closer to the bed where his wife was still lying.

"Mother, this is Dad" said Ibra, then warmly kissed his wife's forehead. He held Fatih for quite a while.

"A---yeah." Fatih responded with a stammering voice. He closed his eyes again, because the anesthetic effect was still running.

"His kidney transplant operation has been successfully carried out, sir. Just waiting for his recovery" said the doctor who had just arrived. Ibra took off the hook and wiped her tears before she met the doctor.

"Thank you very much, Doc. Already did my best for my wife." replied Ibra smiling.

So, after Fatih gave birth to her son two days ago. His condition dropped back and had to go into the ICU room again. Doctors say the only way to have a kidney transplant today is because the toxins have started to spread in Fatih's body. The doctors were worried that they would be late to help Fatih.

The doctor passed after saying goodbye to Ibra.

"Sus, sus." The nurse, who also wanted to leave, immediately restrained her steps, turned her head and looked at Ibrahim.

"Where is my wife's kidney donor, Sus?"

"Oh, it's in the next room, sir." replied the nurse.

"Dad go for a second, Bun. Want to see who's been kind enough to donate his kidney to you." Ibra took off a warm kiss back on Fatih's forehead.

After that he rushed to speed up his steps to the next room, where there was someone with a noble heart willing to donate a kidney for his wife. Saving Fatih's life to be able to return to life and escape death. He will be tormented and may go mad if his wife leaves him. Ibra promised to give her anything, as a sign of remuneration. No matter how nominal, Ibra will give the company, if the donor wants to ask from him.

Then

He was silent for a while we just arrived at another recovery room, Ibra set the rhythm of his breathing to return to normal, rubbing his face that was still wet due to the traces of tears. After it all felt appropriate to meet the man, he again put his feet forward to get closer.

Shift the curtain that covers the donor's bed.

"Astagfirullohaladzim ..." insisted Ibra in disbelief. Both of his dark corneas, like wanting to be detached from his eyelids. His mouth was gaping, he was so shocked. He smothered his mouth with both palms. Ibra kept shaking her head, in disbelief. He immediately hugged the man.

"MOTHER ..."

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As early as yes guys, this part managed to make me cry bombay💔

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