Wrong Khitbah

157. SK 2: HAPPY NEWS

"How did this happen, sir?" Ask the woman when she is at the door of her husband's room

"I don't know Miss either. When I just got here I saw the Doctor and some nurses coming in hastily "

"Yes Allah.. Zauji" shouts Zahwa with a quiver

Without a second thought, he barged inside.

"Miss? You can't mas-"

"I don't care, how is my Husband Doctor!" No matter the hospital procedure, Zahwa ignored the words of the sisters who tried to block him

" Miss but you're still wrong"

"Doctor please don't beat around the bush. I know I was wrong. I'm sorry but please. hiks.."

The doctor who was working hard to resuscitate his patient immediately let out a heavy sigh. With a face between tense and sad "Your husband has been-"

The deg!

"Have? What's the Doctor?"

"Doctor answered, Doc"

"Uhuk.uhuk.." a heartbreaking cough came from behind them.

"H-ha-ha-u.uk.."

"Your husband" "My husband..." Zahwa who was shocked could not believe it. All of them in the room seemed to be slapped and frozen in disbelief

Although his eyes were not fully opened, there were subtle whispers from his lips.

"Alhamdulillahilladzi bini'matihi tatimmus shalihiin. " Gratitude echoed in the room. They are compact to bow to gratitude with full of haru

" Let us check the situation" The doctor again checked Akhtar's condition as a whole.

"On the permission of Allah SWT, regardless of that his heart stopped beating for a few minutes and all his nerves were unable to respond to anything. God gave her a second chance at life, your husband declared conscious of his coma!" The doctor said with enthusiasm

Zahwa nodded confirming the Doctor's words.

"But her body is still weak, your husband still needs a complete rest for his recovery. Later after the condition begins to stabilize we can talk back about the treatment"

After a long talk with the doctor. Zahwa came closer to Akhtar who was still trying to widen his vision.

"Honey, it's not too forced if still not strong"

"H-haus.."

With a weak and slow movement, Akhtar gradually drank the water given by his wife. Shortly after, Akhtar kept his face away giving the code that 'enough' after Zahwa helped Akhtar to get his most comfortable position.

"Shhhhhhh!!" Akhtar sizzled softly his whole body felt stiff after lying down for months

"Honey.. O Allah. hix. I miss you"

The two men let go of the burning longing by hugging each other, also chatting with their baby-to-be.

Akhtar could only stare at Zahwa who was showing a tired face, Akhtar's hands moved to stroke the face he had been unable to touch for months.

Akhtar felt guilty for making his Zahwa feel lonely at a time when he should have been needed to always be beside him. Take care of her, reduce her pain, and accompany her through periods of growing pregnancy.

For three months he missed the development of his prospective children, just imagining it had made his heart like sliced how with Zahwanya who lived it.

Unconsciously her tears shed instantly, "Sorry.." one word said from her trembling lips. Zahwa shook her head in denial that this was not the husband's fault

"Sorry.sad.. Sorry.."

"No. There's nothing to forgive. I love you" Zahwa pulled Akhtar's hand on his stomach to feel the baby's kick.

"Alhamdulillah.pardon Abba, do not accompany Umma all this time"

"Abba is not wrong, miss you Abba"

"Now that Abba has realized, Abba can't wait for us to meet, healthy there, son of Abba"

"Yes Abba" Zahwa replies to the voice of a child. Then they laughed together

A few hours later, Mr. Bathur and Ms. Geza came to visit Akhtar who had come to his senses from his coma. They distributed food and clothing freely to all those outside the hospital as well as to all the Orphanages in the city as gratitude for Akhtar's recovery.

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Assalamu'alaikum... How are things???

I'm sorry this long-simmering author. Does anyone still miss you?

The author apologizes for stopping to continue this story because of various things that the Author cannot reveal here. Now the Author wants to check first, still want to continue or we hope? azeekk

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