Wrong Khitbah
156. Q2: IS THIS THE END?
Drrt....
The ringing of the phone makes the table below it vibrate. Zahwa, who was drying her hair, glanced for a moment at the phone through the reflection of the glass.
Because he felt a little more responsibility his hair would dry so he did not rush to see who called him, until the call stopped by itself.
Finished dried, Zahwa continued combing it. You he came out of the room walking towards the kitchen on the second floor to cook food. Honestly, he is very hungry at the moment, because last night he was very sleepy and he was very lazy to chew food so Zahwa decided to drink only milk.
Fifteen minutes later, Zahwa is done with his cooking ritual. He shifted a little to get the plate. But somehow his hands suddenly were not powered. His heart is in pain. His focus was disturbed due to his sudden unpleasant feelings. As a result the plate fell and broke making the glass plate splint scattered on the floor.
"Astaghfirullah'adzim" said Zahwa trembling
Zahwa tried to lower his body to pick up the broken glass, but his stomach refused when he was about to duck he felt a great pain in his stomach until it made him grimace in pain
"Awhhsss..." With the rest of his energy Zahwa shifted the chair and settled himself there.
After a few minutes, the pain subsided. But his heart remained uncomfortable. He stood carefully to copy his breakfast elsewhere. After that by slightly forcing his body to eat that food.
...
Elsewhere, at the same time. A nurse panicked. All of a sudden, his mental state became increasingly critical. No sound was heard from the machine connected to his patient's body. The nurse grew more afraid as her paseien suddenly breathed in a beheading.
He was looking for something in the room. As he opened the drawer, he found the patient's family business card.
Fortunately today he was a little naughty to carry a cell phone while on duty, but it was a fortune he could call the patient's family to tell him how he was doing.
Heading.tutt...tutt.....
The sister let out a small sigh, her call not raised. He immediately pressed the emergency button to call the doctor. Shortly after, the doctor came to check the condition of his patient.
Mr. Bathur, who was going to Akhtar's room, saw the doctor in his room. His feelings were not good he quickened his footsteps. Arriving in front of Akhtar's room he passed by the salh of a nurse.
"What's up, Sus? What's with the patient inside?"
"His family's father? Yes, I'm his assistant"
" You'd better talk to the doctor straight away. At this time we cannot explain"
Mr. Bathur nodded in understanding. Without a second thought he immediately contacted Zahwa.
Tuttl....
There is no reply at all
He tried again - remained the same not in the lift.
...
Zahwa was done with his breakfast. Back to the room, now he thinks back to whether he should go to the company or not. Although he was tired, the responsibility was great.
Zahwa opened the wardrobe to change her clothes. When choosing clothes hanging in front of him. His eyes catch a shirt that Akhtar often wears while at home.
His hand grabbed the shirt, he inhaled the distinctive aroma of the shirt, then hugged it as if he was hugging the owner of the shirt.
Remembering Akhtar again the feeling is not good. He got out of the wardobe and sat on the sofa. His heart was racing, not knowing what he was worried about.
The ringing of his cell phone distracted him. "Pak Bathur is calling"
"This morning?"
He had not had time to answer the phone, the call was cut off first. He opened his call log. What a surprise, seeing three missed calls from unknown numbers and eleven missed calls from Mr. Batur.
Zahwa was worried again, worried that something might happen to Akhtar. I don't know why his premonition was so strong leading up to it.
" O God, why is my heart troubled. Yes rabb" his lips continue to recite to appease his heart.
...
"Sir, I'm sorry you called the doctor inside"
Without a second thought, Pak Bathur went straight into Akhtar's nursery.
"Doctor what happened?"
"Mm.sorry Sir. But, with a heavy heart we have to say this. That..."
The deg!
"N-no, it's impossible. Your doctor is not kidding. O Allah.. The doctor will repeat that what you said is not true. Tell Doctor! say it!"
"Relax sir, but we have done all we can, but God wills another"
" Your doctor should not be impudent. Check again, there's no way Doctor"
"Aarrgghh. O Allah. how do I tell Miss Zahwa. He will be very shocked by this news"
Mr. Bathur is weak. His heart is still beating fast. Honestly, he was still in shock.
A few moments later. He ventured to try calling Zahwa again.
With a trembling hand he pressed Zahwa's name on the screen of his phone.
"Assalamu'alaikum"
"Wa'alaikumussalam's chat. What's up, sir? S-I saw a lot of missed calls from you. Did something happen?" Reply Zahwa over there
"Miss.a a a a "
"What's up, sir? Speak the truth" Zahwa grew increasingly unsettled
" N-nona her heartbeat stopped"
The deg!
Prang....
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