WHEN THE HEART MUST SHARE

chapter 32

Anisa has begun to realize the influence of the anesthetic operation.

He stared at the white room.

Yahya greeted him with joy.

"Thank God you're sober."

"Where am I, brother?"

"In Singapore, you've had surgery."

"Where does it cost, brother?"

Yahya. He remembers Aby's request that Anisa should not know that she had paid for her treatment.

"SISTER...?" Anisa was astonished because Yahya seemed to think.

"You don't have to think about that first. What matters is that you go through your healing process. Let's go back to Indonesia, you've missed Al, haven't you?"

Anisa smile.

I don't know what Aby meant to hide everything from Anisa. Yahya did not think.

"Rest, there's still something I have to take care of."

Yahya left Anisa alone.

Anisa breathed a heavy sigh.

"So changed is Mas Aby now? Until there is not a little remaining attention that once.just ask how I am now just not able to. Ah maybe he's forgotten about me, maybe even after coming home from here, I'll get a divorce letter." he thought.

Outside, Yahya is receiving a call from Aby.

"How is he doing now?"

"Alhamdulillah in already aware. his face looks fresher. Aby sir wants to talk?"

 "Ah no, I'm quite happy to know that she's safe."

Aby hung up.

He was relieved that Anisa was no longer in danger.

He tried to get up, then walked out.

"Where are you Mas Aby, you haven't recovered properly." Lisa who saw him came straight to him.

"I'll go to the house I bought Jelita for, first. Hopefully the house is safe. I've had too much trouble for you here, thank you very much."

"What did you say? We're friends, never feel shy." said Imran.

"I have to get my life back together."

"Then Zahra?"

"I still carry it."

Aby insists she wants to move. Imran and his wife could not prevent it anymore.

Slowly Aby headed to the house he had given to Jelita, hoping that the house would still be safe from Jelita's greed and her mother's.

From outside the house it looks bright.

A neighbor came to give me the key.

"It's been a long time since I last came here. But I always take care of and look after this house."

"Thank you sir, and from now on I'll be occupying this house."

"Then this is the key." the father looks happy because of his neighbor with Aby.

"But where's Jelitanya Bu?"

"It's just me and my son, sir." replied Aby. The father did not ask any more.

Aby entered the house, the furniture was still neatly arranged.

"Tomorrow I'll just pick Al up to stay here." he muttered expectantly.

Although with less fit conditions, Aby forced himself into work. He left Zahra to the neighbors.

Aby's face looked pale and tired, several times he was seen rubbing sweat on his forehead.

Imran.

"you look tired, rest first."

" Distribution, Im. I have permission long enough" he said excitedly.

"Have you met Jelita?"

Aby Gurgling.

"Why?"

"Lazy just meet him."

"But Zahra you have to leave it to her mother."

"Maybe it's late afternoon, Im."

By taking Zahra to Jelita's place.

Jelita herself looks shocked when Aby comes. He just fell embarrassed.

Aby was fed up and angry to see him.

"I'm sorry, Mas Aby. I'm afraid, I promise I'll give you back this house, but I need some time." Aby just fell silent.

" I do deserve not to have your trust anymore. But give me a chance."

Aby smiled cynically.

"Where are you going to get the money to pay the bank's debt?" your job all this time was just poya-poya, spend money."

"Yes, that's right Mas Aby said. But I'm planting capital in a cosmetics business."

"Here you go, I'm sick of your bullshit. I won't try to repay him. But I'm sure that justice still exists. You will receive karma from all your deeds."

"I just came to take Zahra. If he comes with me, he'll suffer, I can't give him a comfortable place to live anymore."

"I'm more comfortable living in a rickety hut than having to go home with a cunning, ungrateful woman like you!"

Jelita was teary-eyed. He was deeply hurt by Aby's words. His love for Aby is not gone.. But the wrong way to make Aby already hate him.

After giving up Zahra

 Aby leaves her house with Anisa.

After returning from there, he went straight to Al. Since Al chose to stay with his Budhe, Aby left him with some money for him. Even in distress, he remembers his duty.

****

Five months later...

Anisa is seen sitting enjoying the morning atmosphere with Al.

his condition gradually improved, although he had not fully recovered because he still had to undergo a series of treatments such as chemo and so forth.

 He looks thinner. His hair was almost gone because of the chemo therapy he underwent.

Yahya came to them. The man never got tired of supporting her.

He doesn't even care about his own life.

"You guys here, apparently?"

He sat in front of Anisa.

"I accompanied him to play." Yahya smile. A smile that exudes sincerity.

But as good as any Yahya ustadz on yes. Anisa can never forget Aby.

 It was when he returned from Singapore because of the treatment he was undergoing. He heard about what happened to Aby and Jelita. But not once did Aby appear in front of him or just ask the news or at least the news of his son.

"Where is he, Bun?" look of longing in Al's eyes.

"Mother doesn't know about dad now either."

Yahya was pensive, he was also surprised that Aby never called him again to ask Anisa news. He also disappeared without news.

Yahya had thought of telling Anisa the truth, but his promise to Aby got in the way.

"Patiently, yes! We'll wait for you to see Al soon." Yahya patted his shoulder.

"Sister, could you please find out about Mas Aby in his office?" pinta Anisa with great hope.

After thinking for a moment. Yahya nodded. She knows, Anisa misses Aby a lot. Even though he didn't admit it, Yahya knew it.

"I'll try."

In the afternoon, Yahya went to the office where Aby worked. That's the address he got from Anisa.

Until there it's a little quiet. Most of the employees went home. Only one or two left.

Yahya approached the security on duty.

"Can I help you, sir?" greet him kindly.

"I want to see Aby."

Security looked at him for a moment.

"What do you mean, Mr Abyaksa Pratama?"

"Yes, it's exactly the marketing manager part here" Yahya explained.

"This father is ready? don't know if Aby hasn't worked here in a long time."

Yahya is getting curious.

"Stopped? I mean, he moved, right? Where did it move?"

"Well, if that's what I don't know, sir. As I wish. Mr. Aby stopped because he was sick. And I don't know where he is."

Yahya looks desperate.

Imran stone came out of his office.

"Well, what a coincidence, it's Mr. Imran, a close friend of Mr. Aby" said security pointed at Imran.

"Sir Imran! This is someone looking for Aby. Mr. Imran knows where he is now?"

Imran was shocked, but finally he wanted to tell about Aby to Yahya.

Long story short, Imran takes Yahya to a house on the outskirts of town. The place is very quiet. There are only a few houses in that place.

They headed for a house that was the neatest among the other houses.

From some distance away, Yahya saw a man sitting painting.

his stature was thin and long-haired.

"That's Aby now. He was forced to live with one kidney because the other he had sold for the treatment of his wife. At first there were no complaints whatsoever, he worked with enthusiasm until often staying up late. He began to get sick often. Endless fatigue.

After the prayer check the doctor, it turns out that his kidney is still an infection.

Since then he has resigned from his job. He felt unable to fulfill his responsibilities as a leader anymore."

Yahya rubbed his piercing tears without him noticing.

"It turns out that the love and sacrifice of Mr. Aby is extraordinary. What does it mean that I am. He deserves the love of Anisa." she said in her heart.

"So he sold a kidney to finance Anisa's treatment? And she she's she's also completely unknown."

"I was moved by the story of Mr. Aby" said Yahya rasping.

"And according to Mr Imran, do I have to say this to Anisa? Mr. Aby himself forbade me."

"I don't think there's any harm in them meeting again.

"Toh Aby never looked at Anisa."

Yahya begs Imran

On the way home, Yahya kept thinking about Aby.

Seriate.....