WRONG MARRIAGE

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When the examination is carried out, the sense of pain is increasingly attacking. Zalfa bit her lip while squeezing Arkhan's hand.

“Honey, tell me what you feel?" Arkhan's gaze turned to the doctor when he did not get an answer from Zalfa. "Doctor, what happened to my wife?” Arkhan grew increasingly panicked to see Zalfa's body suddenly tilted and formed an arrow bow. “Quick take action and do something!” arkhan's edict was half emotional seeing the handling he thought was slow.

Arkhan's panic was answered when doctors said that a fetus in Zalfa's womb had to be born. The position of the baby is already below and the fetus is already looking for a way out. Fix, Zalfa should be taken to the delivery room immediately.

But in contrast to Arkhan's opinion, he did not let Zalfa give birth in the hospital because he thought the facilities were inadequate and the doctor was also unprofessional.

Arkhan drives a high-speed car and escapes Zalfa to another hospital, a classy hospital whose quality and doctors are beyond doubt. He positioned the chair in a reclining condition until Zalfa was in a reclining position while on the way.

Arkhan enters the hospital and Zalfa's limp body is in his trunk. Zalfa was immediately greeted with a bed and pushed by several nurses and entered the IGD.

Doctors say that Zalfa should now be operated on immediately because the fetus in the womb is pressing to come out, unfortunately placenta previa or known as the whole placenta covers the birth canal in a condition that covers the entire cervix. This will risk bleeding and other complications, so the final path is Caesar.

Hearing that, Arkhan was silent for a moment. His head was really worried and confused. But that decisiveness was finally spoken from his tongue, “Do whatever it takes for the safety of my wife and child!”

“Good, Sir. No need to worry, we will do our best for your wife. Pray and be patient!” Doctor's leaving.

Arkhan moved Zalfa's weakly lying body from bed one to the bed that had just arrived. Then she and some nurses pushed the bed out of the IGD and through a long corridor.

Arkhan's forehead also frowned to see the face of Pias Zalfa who occasionally grimaced and moaned. His hand was still in Zalfa's grasp. The woman continued to wring her husband's hand. He seemed to have gained strength while squeezing Arkhan's hand.

“Mas Arkhan, I'll be fine. See now what time?” Zalfa asked for a clock.

“Hour half ten.” Arkhan answered just like that, he didn't really care about his wife's question. His mind was really cloudy looking at the frown on Zalfa's forehead. Even every time Zalfa grimaced and complained in a weak voice, Arkhan's body joints ached.

Arkhan just remembered the event.his mind was too cloudy to forget everything. Even Zalfa remembered that.

“I must wait for you until our son is born, Zalfa,” Arkhan replied.

“But what about accountability for your ability in front of Bukhori, also in front of everyone? Ustad Bukhori has recorded your name as a qori and of course your name has been read there. Everyone is waiting for you.”

“No, Zalfa. I will wait for you.”

“Just have Mama Maria here waiting for me. Anyone can wait for me here, but being a qori there, only you can do it. That's a trust for you. The goodness of the verses you recite insha Allah will do me good here. Trust me, I'll be fine. Just run your trust well. Rest assured, God will save me and your son. You are sure of destiny, right? Whatever happens is destiny, God is everything. Believe me, God will also take good care of me.”

“Every woman must be very eager to be awaited by her husband during childbirth, and you.”.

“This is different problem,” cut Zalfa. He was very familiar with Ustad Bukhori, and he was the one who conveyed Arkhan's ability to the famous ustad. Zalfa bore the burden of trust. “Deliver everything to God. Whatever happens here is the Power of God. You pray, pray well. Rest assured!” Zalfa smile.

That smile made Arkhan take off his hand. Just as the door of the room opened welcoming the push bed, Zalfa and Arkhan's hand links were completely detached. Arkhan stared at the bed that was being pushed into the room, watching his eyes not be separated from Zalfa's sweet smile until it disappeared from view. Arkhan was still nailing there until the door closed.

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