WHEN I MISS PRAYER

Episode 34 - News about Asthma

Farhan smiled looking at the faces of Ustadz Hasan and Mother Asma.

"Thank God, asthma is better than ever. His heart state began to stabilize, his level of consciousness might also begin to rise. I suggest that the father and mother do story therapy to asthma to increase asthma awareness.often talk and tell a happy thing. Of course, the father and mother know better things that are happy for asthma." Farhan.

"alhamdulillahop.. " Ustadz Hasan.

"that's all, doc should we do ?" Ask Mother Zulfah.

"for the time being these additions of prayer and do'a, are just therapy stories." Farhan replied with a smile.

"alhamdulillah.." Said Mother Zulfah with tears welling up.

"dad, asthma will wake up." Mother Zulfah hugged Ustadz Hasan.

"yes, we'll try." Legally.

"thank you. Then we'll go back to the room." Ustadz Hasan.

"thank you, doctor farhan." Said Mother Zulfah.

"sama-sama, sir, ma'am. I also look forward to asthma relief." Her speech.

The night passed, the sunshine greeted the beauty of the morning. Everyone is getting ready for the activity like yesterday again. Just like this beautiful girl, who is still coolly adorned in front of a mirror. Tidy up work uniforms and veils that he wore, like bank employees in general. Face decoration does not forget to wear, blouse on swept on the cheeks gives a bright reddish color.

"mom, sir." Sapa Salwa at the table.

"are you ready ?" Ask Mr. Habibi.

"already, sir." Salwa answered while eating rice white eggs made by the mother.

"want to bring some more bread ?" Ask Mrs Rana.

"yes, mom. As usual." Answer Salwa.

"you have prepared first." Said Mrs Rana.

Liya and Bu Nurlela were sweeping the courtyard of the house, accompanied by Asham who was sitting breakfast on the terrace of the house.

"Liya, ma'e.." Sapa Salwa's.

"eh mba salwa. Want to go ?" Ask Liya.

"yes." Answer Salwa.

"bang assyam don't work ?" Ask Salwa.

"work, it'll be a little bad." Answer Asham.

"mom, get in first." Say Asyam while carrying a cup of tea and a plate of remaining fried food.

Salwa was ready to wear a helmet and sit behind habibi.

"liya, bu'e I left first huh.." Salwa.

"yes, be careful."

"come, ma'am." Said Mr. Habibi.

No one knows for sure what the path of destiny works for every person on this earth. As of this moment, Kirei was visiting the Asma house. There is no crowd when the wedding will take place in a few days. The message he sent also could not get a reply from Asthma. The plan is to berilaturrahmi and bring the fruit of the hand as well as the wedding gift does not seem to be delivered.

Three times the bell near the gate was rung, but there was no answer. No one came out to open the house. Even other destinies come to work outside of his plan. The man who made her fall in love came and greeted her.

"Kira..." Sweepings.

"uh, you're fucking ass." Awkward reply.

"assalamu'alaikum."

"wa'alaikumussalam." Reply Kirei.

"want to see asthma ?" Ask Asyam while removing the helmet and turum from the bike.

"yes. But there was no answer from within." Answer Kirei, shame.

"are you going to work ?" Ask Kirei.

"yes." Answer Asham.

The wedding gift that Kirei had embraced since just missed out from being shocked to hear the news about Asthma. His steps retreated until he leaned his body into the gate of the Asthma house. Asham's hand, moved to capture, stopped in view of the restrictions with a woman.

"astahgfirullah. innalillahi wa innailaihi rooji'uun." Say it with bright eyes.

"are you nothing ?" Ask Asyam.

Kirei just shook his head.

"if you want to look, I can take you. Or you'll want to be alone or take Liya with you. Yesterday my teenage friends and I visited asthma in the hospital." Obviously Asyam.

"asma masi is unconscious ?" Ask Kirei.

"yet. But I opened my eyes for a while and then came back." Answer Asham.

"yes, I'll call kaka or liya if you want to visit. Then I'll go home." Said Kirei as he picked up his fallen gift and left Asyam.

"assalamu'alaikum." Kirey.

"wa'alaikumussalam." Ashyam.

Asyam again put on his helmet and rode his motorcycle towards the office.

As Dr. Farhan suggested, Mother Zulfah accompanied Asthma while clasping her hands. He looked at the beautiful white face with a smile. This time the heart must be strengthened in order to give happy energy to the princess. Not only a happy story that comes from the lips, but also the harmony of feelings that are felt by the heart.

"assalamu'alaikum, the beautiful daughter of the sholihah mother. Today as usual you say hello, but there is something different for today. There is a growing sense in your heart to welcome your consciousness, dear. If before the mother is still drifting in sadness because of seeing your condition, maybe it's the mother's fault. From now on you will always greet you happily, because you want you to be happy." Said Mother Zulfah.

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"excuse me, mother. Farhan's doctor wants control." Said a nurse who used to accompany Farhan's doctor.

"morning, madam.." Greet doctor Farhan.

"morning, doctor." Reply Mother Zulfah.

"well, it looks like you're more excited and happy than ever." Doctor Farhan.

"i just want to channel good energy to asthma, as the advice of doctors for the cure of asthma. Hopefully, it can be faster asthma will soon be aware." The Mother of Zulfah.

"i checked my asthma first, ma'am." His permission.

"please, doctor." Said Mother Zulfah.

Farhan's doctor removed the circular stethoscope around his neck and inserted Earpieces into the ear hole. He had not forgotten to wear gloves before. Since managing and becoming a surrogate doctor to treat Asthma, Farhan has always provided medical gloves in his suit pocket to deal with female patients. He was previously indifferent to this, because it was his duty as a doctor, but his heart was tapped, when Mother Zulfah forbade him to touch her daughter. Little things that He once ignored, now sought to be more caring.

And again, for the third time Asthma responded to Farhan's touch. His hands clasped tightly while pointing anxiety at his face.

"doctor.." Mother Zulfah said, panicking.

Farhan shook his head gesturing for Mother Zulfah to interact with the princess.

"asma.. asthma hear mom ? don't be afraid, baby, you're here with you." Said Mother Zulfah, slowly.

Response ceased. Asthma stretched her grip. Farhan took off Asthma's hand slowly.

"continue yes, ma'am for story therapy. I can only help prayer for asthma awareness, the rest I leave to my family. I'm still excited, as I said earlier to channel good energy into asthma." Obviously doctor Farhan.

"thank you, doctor." Said Mother Zulfah.

"same-sama. I'm sorry, ma'am check on another patient." Farhan.

"yes, doctor." Reply Mother Zulfah.

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