Wrong Khitbah

153. 2: WORSE

Shortly after Akhtar's outpatient room door was opened, the sound of the wheels running dominating around. The sisters quickly pushed Akhtar's gurney towards the operating room.

"Wait for Sus" the nurse's third step was stopped by Zahwa's voice

"May I see my husband for a moment?" Ask Zahwa slowly

They nodded. No wait for long Zagwa directly approached the bed. And look closely at her husband. The nurses moved aside a little to make room for Zahwa to see her husband.

Zahwa's hand touched Akhtar's infused skin. One more hand rubbed Akhtar's slightly injured face. Staring at his pale and blue lips.

He put his head close to the husband's face. Stabbing kisses around his face that were not in bandages. Her husband is still unconscious.

"Darling..." Ogre Zahwa

"You need to heal, baby... You heard me, right? You must heal. hiks.. "

He grabbed Akhtar's hand and moved it stroking his stomach while again saying "as long as you know, our child can know and feel everything. He feels anxious about you. Please do not stay me. You must be healed.. "

"Your husband's mother should be in surgery right away"

Hearing the warning Zahwa put his hand stroking the black mane. " I love you, we're waiting for you baby." whispered Zahwa and kissed Akhtar on the forehead.

Her legs stepped back, giving the nurse room to push back her husband's gurney. After the operating room closed Zahwa again sat waiting right in front of the operating room. His lips continue to preach and pray that the operation that Akhtar undergoes runs smoothly and successfully.

Zahwa buried his face in both hands. His toes moved unsettled. Geza's mother approached to give Zahwa a drink. Although initially refused, with the persuasion of Mother Geza Zahwa vertical a little of the mineral water.

Fifteen minutes passed, Zahwa was still faithfully waiting in front of the operating room.

Allahu Akbar Allahu Akbar..

The roar of the voice echoed that very cold morning. "Let's go to Miss Mushalla. We pray to God for the healing of your husband" Zahwa nodded. They both went to Mushalla to perform two rakaat dawn prayers.

Geza's mother awaits Zahwa who is still faithful in his last bow. Geza's mother goes to the car to get a change of clothes for Zahwa. He asked Zahwa to clean because he knew that Zahwa was very sultry wearing his clothes all night. They were called Mr. Bathur. Because the operation was complete and successful. And now Akhtar has been moved to the ward.

They quickly returned to the hospital. Mr. Bathur invited Zahwa to enter to meet Akhtar first. And they will wait outside, giving Zahwa time to see the state of her husband post-surgery.

The body was still faithfully asleep on the bed oasien. Without any intention to open his eyes and greet him.

"The doctor said after the next few hours Mr Akhtar will be aware. Because he is still under the influence of drugs "Geza's mother said after seeing the state of Akhtar. Zahwa nodded in understanding.

Shortly the door was opened by Mr. Bathur who brought several packages of food. "Let's have breakfast. I have bought food in front" asked Mr. Bathur.

" Let's Miss, let's have breakfast first" Mother Geza pulled Zahwa's hand

"You eat first I am not hungry" replied Zahwa still faithfully sitting beside the bed waiting for Akhtar unconscious

"Don't do it, Miss. We'll be together waiting for your Husband to come to his senses"

"Please Mother Geza. I don't want to eat" Zahwa refused

"You can hold the hunger, but the baby in the womb you can't scream saying that he needs nutrition" said Ms Geza reminded

After being forced, Zahwa forced the food into his stomach

Five hours passed, no sign of Akhtar would be noticed. And this makes this ayu woman back in the land of worry. He decided to call the doctor to check on Akhtar.

"Silent.. Miss. everything will be fine" said Ibu Geza. Currently they are outside the Akhtar room, waiting for the Doctor to check on Akhtar.

"I'm so scared ... I-I'm if things get worse, Mother Geza. hiks.." Those tears come back out. Geza's mother rubbed her back

"Trust me this is God's best way to test you both. Be assured that this is under God's control, do not worry, do not be afraid. God is with us"

The sound of an open door rattled Zahwa's daydream. The doctor came out of Akhtar's room. And asked Zahwa to come to his room.

"Unexpectedly we all. Qadarullah, in both the fresh body we saw, your Husband's condition turned out to be deteriorating in his subconscious. With a heavy heart, we are delivering this news to you. Your husband is in a coma Miss" the doctor said carefully

"W-what? Ko-koma?? My husband is Dr???"

"Yes Miss, the traumatic brain injury that your husband experienced caused a disturbance in his body and caused him to go into a coma. When we examined him, his condition was already the deepest when unconscious. That is why it cannot respond to what is happening around it at all. After the operation, his condition had improved enough, but God willed another few hours after the condition changed far from what we imagine"

After hearing all the Doctor's explanations, Zahwa returned to Akhtar's room. Her heart returned as if in iris to see her comatose husband. Who until sometime will just realize. This time Zahwa is really back in the real world. I don't know what she'll do while her husband is in a coma. His mind raged thinking about how his life would be in the future.

At the age of the womb which is now at six months. It is thought that he will enjoy the moment of togetherness they wait for the baby to be born, even both of them got an unexpected disaster.

Evening arrived, Zahwa had just finished performing Isya prayers. Suddenly his phone rings. Seeing the name listed on the screen of his phone makes Zahwa a little gamang to lift it.

As the phone kept ringing, Zahwa finally picked it up.

"As-salamu'alaikum." he said in an ordinary tone.

" Wa'alaikumussalam?? O Allah.." sobs are heard immediately

"U-umi's... U-umi why nangiss??"

"Son, you don't have to cover up anymore.. Umi and Abi knew. Oh God, son Mary... Darling. hiks... You are strong, son. You are patient there. hiks hyks" said Umi Alya still sobbing.

"Yeah Mi.. Mary asked for prayers from all the families in Indonesia.. Mary herself here Umi... " Say Zahwa with a trembling voice

"Of course, honey..Son. baby. forgive us for not being able to accompany you. hiks... this must be heavy for you"

"Mary doesn't know how Umi should be. hiks.." sob it finally came out too.

"Son. Can Abi see your husband? " Suddenly his voice turned into the voice of the Buya Word

"It's Abi.." Zahwa diverts voice calls to vidio calls. He approached Akhtar's gurney and pointed the camera at Akhtar's face.

"Zee... My son's.... Conscious son.. O Allah. realize it.. Umi please. realize son.." roared Umi Alya sounding bitter. As a mother must be hit with the state of her child like this. On the screen, Buya Firman appeared to embrace Umi Alya and stroke his arms to strengthen.

"Abi.. Oh God..." The cries of Umi Alya grew louder

"Not if it wasn't for government regulations to shut down all flights. Maybe right now we can accompany you there. But take it easy, son, Mr. Bathur will help you. Let's just say they're like your parents. Stay with us the development of Zi yes son.."

"I-iya bi. later Mar-O Allah Umi! Abi.. Umi's Bi..."

Pekik Zahwa saw Umi Aya faint

"Son.Abi will call again.. Abi please always be next to your husband. Assalamu'alaikum "

"Yes Bi. wa'alaikumussalam"

"Huhuhuhuhu.. huhuhuhh...hiks.." Zahwa blurted her tears at Akhtar's chest. After easing up, he climbed onto the bed that had been prepared for him right next to Akhtar's gurney. He laid his body there, thinking a lot about it. Unknowingly, he hugged Akhtar with one hand.

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