Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

225. Anwar's Death.

"Suster! Can you answer me?" asked Merry again, the two sisters held her hand and also set the position of her legs so that they could get into a wheelchair.

"You need to go to the other room, miss!" answer one of the sisters.

"But where? I just want to take a break not to get out of here." annoyed Merry impressed forced by the two young sisters.

"We're going to your father's room Miss." replied the other sister.

"Father!" tanya Merry looked at the astonished face of the sister alternately.

"Yes, you better see your Papa soon." The nurse said again.

According to Merry, his heart was worried thinking about his father, why he could be in the hospital. All sorts of thoughts popped up in Merry Sandra's head, including Radit, he desperately wanted Radit there.

"Suster, what's wrong with Papa?" merry was really worried.

"You can see for yourself Miss, your father has a heart attack." One of the sisters opens the door to the Emergency Unit.

There was a man lying there with a white cloth covering his legs to his face. The doctor was keeping medical devices that seemed to have just been removed from Anwar's old body. There was no smile among the doctors and nurses who were there, all bowed and without greeting the others.

"Please Miss." The nun who pushed Merry set the position of the wheelchair facing Anwar's father.

"Father!" Merry called.

There was no answer, only the doctor's hand stretched out on Merry's shoulder and rubbed gently.

"Father!" she called slowly, quivering and stopping her breathing as the nurse opened the cover on Anwar's face. His tears flowed by themselves, his heart was not sullen, his heart was racing seeing that pale face did not show the breath of life.

"I'm sorry, we've tried our best, but God wills another. Your father died." The male doctor using the glasses spoke with a sad look.

"No! Papa couldn't have left me this fast. No way Doc!" merry shouted trying to stand up from a wheelchair but was unable and made him almost fall, even his hands could not support themselves, falling on Anwar's stiff body.

"Father, don't go." she cried with a shrinking voice holding the roar in her heart, now she has no one. Crying slowly, whining until roaring. All he did certainly will not change the reality, Anwar will not return to life with a flood of tears.

"Rapaa!" his screams echoed in the ER room, several sisters had left the room, there was only one nurse and one doctor still faithfully accompanied Merry there.

Remembering all the memories of when he was a child, his father always pampered him. Big without a mother figure, making Merry only know Anwar's mother and father for him.

"Papa can't go Doc! It must be a lie, it's just a dream and I'm sleeping." Merry wiped her tears, closed and opened her eyes several times trying not to see the sad sight, but it did not change anything. Anwar is dead, some bruises still appear on the face of the father, making Merry sure if his father died because of someone's beating, or it could be in the crack. And of course the people in question are Zahira's people. Only he wanted their deaths. Even the woman was crazy when she saw herself.

"Zahira! This must have been the case." furious Merry, a moment later back roaring back to cry Anwar. Tired, he still did not want to move, the doctor and nurse had also left him alone.

...***...

"Uncle!" the typical voice of the little boy was disturbing Radit's hearing, the young man was enjoying a break on the sofa living room Anggara house.

Radit opened his hand, also his narrowed eyes slowly opened looking at whose nose had been stuck to his cheek, feeling cold and smooth.

"Am I bothering you?" tanya Satria was still hugging the rubber ball on her chest.

"Don't you, just a little wonder how cold your nose is?" Radit pulled Satria's nose.

"I went with Grandma Aunty to ablution" she answered, hugging Radit.

"Ah smart." Radit returned Satria's embrace. "Why are you so spoiled, hem? Did you do this to your father often?" Radit stroked Satria's hair which was the same model as her.

"Of course, dad would hug and kiss me. Then joke around and carry me around afterwards." Satria still hugged Radit.

"From now on you can hug your uncle if you miss your father. Uncle will always be willing to be the target of your cold nose." Radit pulled back Satria's nose, fat and sharp as his mother's.

"Are you not angry at you?" asked Satria again, clear eyes of the two of them clashed with each other.

"Under the taste!" replied Radit sure.

"What if you're still angry? It means I can't play with you." Satria started to think.

"If he was still angry, Uncle would persuade him not to get angry again. If you're still angry too, Uncle will pinch his nose like this." Radit retracts Satria's nose, both of whom dissolve in jokes, play and laugh at the end.

"You left me!" sadewa shouted running towards them and joined in by tickling each other. The laughter and screams of the children began to be heard enlivening the large room.

Zahira peeked out of her bedroom door, letting her two children play with Radit. Yes, of course, children long for the figure of the father, maybe with Radit can reduce their longing.

Zahira recalled the incident last night, then turned to grab a cell phone on the corner table of her room.

"Assalamualaikum O'm."

"Wa'alaikum hail Zahira." Ricky's voice was ready to give all the information that Zahira would ask this morning.

"What about our people, are they hurt?" zahira sounded worried.

"There's a little, but not too bad. Just be given medicine and have gone home to each other." replied Ricky across the phone.

"Thank God, then is there another problem, Om?" zahira asked still wanting to know.

"There was no Zahira, but the last attack found something very surprising. In Daniel's house we find a lot of drugs. And last night they called the police. Our people are safe, they're not gonna be involved in anything. Instead, Anwar was involved in Daniel's business. That's what's made him rich all of a sudden."

"That means Anwar and his son will be punished?"

"Anwar's dead. Whether his daughter is involved or not, all are being evicted by the authorities. Of course we don't have to interfere anymore." explains Ricky but does not make Zahira satisfied.

"I have to come to Anwar's funeral!" he surprised Ricky.