Wrong Khitbah

125. 2: COME ON SIR. TAKEN TO THE HOSPITAL

" M-probably another Zahwa ma'am, right the name Zahwa a lot of ma'am" said Zahra.

"Hem. yes. Son, it's possible" Fakhri's mother replied smiling.

Zahra squeezed the side of her shirt, channeling her frustration. His heart raged, his mind began to fill with negative thoughts

"Am I just gonna be his impingement?" Zahra's mind is angry

He glanced at Ustadz Fakhri with a sharp gaze. While the one in the lyrics immediately became nervous, his face was clear and eye cues begged him not to misunderstand him.

But Zahra is still Zahra, she doesn't care about that face.

"Son... " Call Mother Ustadz Fakhri to make Zahra immediately normalize her facial expression and turn her face to look at Mother Ustadz Fakhri again.

They continued their conversation with many things, making Zahra slightly able to forget her frustration.

1 Hour had Zahra accompanied Mom, and she thought she should leave right now. Afraid Mother Fatimah will look for her.

"Mom.if Zahra says yes first, I'll get well soon, Zahra will visit mom again sometime" Zahra slapped her hand.

"Well, I still want to be in Temenin. But no matter, be careful yes.thank you for visiting mother"

"Yes ma'am, Zahra said yes.. Assalamu'alaikum's chat.."

"Yes son.. Wa'alaikumussalam warahmatullahi. Ri. spit between nak Zahra back"

"Good ma'am"

"Eh! No need ma'am.. Zahra can alone thanks hehehe"

" No son, I don't want you to go home alone. Let the mother's child take ya. earlier will come her in the same mother's child.want ya.."

"Ep... B-alright. let's mom.." Zahra bowed politely and quickly walked out of my ward.

After getting out of there. Zahra walked quickly, trying to avoid Ustadz Fakhri.

"Zorah..."

" Zahrah! Wait..." Ustadz Fakhri chased him from behind

Zahra continued to set foot, looking for a crowded field through people to sneak out of sight of Ustadz Fakhri.

He was looking for a shortcut down the stairs, not using the elevator.

Ustadz Fakhri, who knew the path of Zahra, followed him using the stairs as well.

Zahra stopped suddenly while holding onto her chest as Ustadz Fakhri was right in front of her.

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Zahwa, who had just finished eating soup noodles with her beloved husband, decided to go to the car first. He was very full, and right now he just wanted to sleep.

"Be careful, baby... Wait for me in the car. After the payment is done we will go home" Akhtar said stroking Zahwa's head.

Zahwa nodded then walked carefully out. Akhtar is waiting in line to make the payment.

"Hufft.. Alhamdulillah.your wish has been fulfilled yes dear.ihihi. "murmured Zahwa stroked his little bulging stomach.

"Sister.for his sustenance brother.we have not eaten brother..." Suddenly two begging children came to him

"Eh? Aduuh. dek.. kak brother again do not hold money" he said honestly. It is true, Zahwa never brought a dime when going with Akhtar, after all his money will not come out, Akhtar only allows the money to be used for Zahwa's needs. Not when Akhtar was next to him.

"Sister.for his sustenance, sis.we have not eaten. sis..."

"Hufft. sister. sorry yes. brother is not carrying money. sorry yes deck..."

"Sister.we haven't eaten brother..." Say them again

"How is this" Zahwa looked at Akhtar who was still inside.

He took his cell phone out of his pocket. Then type something to send to Akhtar.

Drrt... Feeling his pocket vibrate, Akhtar pulled out his cell phone and read no message from his wife . He turned back, seeing Zahwa still on the road, getting into the car.

Getting a reply from the husband in accordance with his expectations he smiled happily.

"Well, just like this. You guys please get into that stall... You guys see om who's standing in that black robe? " say Zahwa pointed to Akhtar

They nodded

"Well, you guys just say you want to eat. Okay.."

The second eye will be it sparkling, then bow their body mark

thanks

"Thank you brother.thank you.."

Zahwa nodded after that they left and did as Zahwa had commanded.

After that he smiled because he had helped the two poor children. He turned around and wanted to quickly sit in the car.

But, just now, a few steps he walked suddenly there was a woman who ran quickly and nudged Zahwa. Zahwa who can not keep the balance of his body becomes limb because his legs also stepped under his gamis.

"Aachhhh...." Zahwa chuckled as he felt his body thrust forward.

Seeing that there was a stone in front of him he still had time to swallow his stomach.

Dugh!

"Akhnrgg... Hix. pain.. hyx.."

His vision began to blur, he soon saw people coming to him and trying to help him.

1..

2..

3..

Sleep on!

Eh

Wrongfully

Fainted!

Akhtar who saw it immediately threw the change to the ground. And ran towards Zahwa.

Seeing the money scattered, the citizens scrambled to collect the money.

" dear... " Lirih nya

" Come sir. He was taken to the hospital" urged the mothers who helped wipe the blood on Zahwa's hands

"Thank you for helping my wife"

Akhtar took Zahwa to the car and put him in the back seat. With the help of her mother, she opened the door. After that he ran to the steering door, and turned on his car in a hurry.

With one gas, Akhtar had already left the place.

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