WRONG MARRIAGE

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While inside the operating room, Zalfa was already lying very quietly. His lips are not separated from ******sweet smile. He imagined Arkhan reading the Qur’an, reciting the greatness of the name of Allah in each verse. O Allah, how proud he would be to see Arkhan recite these verses.

“Doctor, can I watch television shows via mobile?” Zalfa asked in a weak voice, her face paled.

The doctors looked at each other. But seeing Zalfa's condition that looks alarming, finally the doctor granted Zalfa's request. “Bby.”

A midwife who was told to put the phone to a rather high place, right where Zalfa's view could reach him, opened the broadcast live. Seemed like a sea of people calling for peace and remembrance together. Zalfa's skin bristled to witness that.

While watching, Zalfa obeyed the doctor's order to change the position of his body to tilt, then Zalfa was given an injection.

During that time, Zalfa was invited to chat by the doctor.

Not long after, Zalfa felt tired. But he was still aware of what was happening around him. Between conscious and not.

The doctor touched Zalfa's leg while asking, “Did my touch on Mrs Zalfa's leg feel?”

Zalfa shook her head because she felt nothing. There was a dividing cloth between his chest and stomach so he could not see the work of the doctor who was dissecting his stomach.

“Good, then we start,” said the doctor and started the surgery.

Zalfa did not understand what the doctor said. His gaze continued to be fixed on the mobile phone that broadcast live. After the action salawat and remembrance together stopped, the reader of the show also called the name Arkhan Al Ibadullah to read the Qur’an. Minutes after Arkhan's name was called, the man never showed up. Then the readers of the show called Arkhan again several times.

Never to appear, the show's readers apologized and will replace Arkhan with others because of the possibility of Arkhan was not present.

Hearing the statement, there was a commotion to a group of young people who looked in the corner, they stood up from sitting and talking to each other to cause fanfare like a swarm of bees, they showed their disappointment.

The police secured and calmed down, and the situation calmed down. They do not make a mess, they only show disappointment with protests. Because they were there to see Arkhan directly, but failed.

The atmosphere returned hennaing as a handsome male figure appeared into the middle of the stage and signaled that he would read the Qur’an there. None other than Arkhan.

Arkhan was also welcome to go to the place that had been prepared.

Using a white skullcap, a white shirt, and black pants with a white color on the side of his pocket, the handsome man sat down, then opened the Qur’an that had been provided. He said his regards.

Syahdu's voice echoed through the microphone. Euphonious. Beautiful rhythm. Touching heart. The entire listener looked down, silent and listened carefully.

“Bismilbornrohmanirrohim.”.

Not only handsome, even his voice is also very beautiful, the rhythm is very good. The audience who was at the front, seemed to point the cellphone camera to Arkhan's face to capture the moment.

“Amma yatasaaa’aluun, ‘anin-naba’il-‘azhiim. Allazii hum fiihi mukhalifuun. Kallaa I’lamuun. Summa kallaa I’lamuun.”.

Nyess..The whole heart felt cold hearing that melodious voice.

While on television, the camera highlighted was Arkhan's face, occasionally highlighting the verse Al Qur’an appointed by Arkhan.

Zalfa shed tears. Although in a state of semi-conscious due to the effects of anesthetic injections, but he can still hear the beautiful chanting of sacred verses recited by Arkhan. Only remembrance continued to flow in Zalfa's mind, occasionally following the sound of verses read by Arkhan. Everything happens as if it were in the subconscious.

“... maa qoddamat yadaahu wa yaquul-kaafiru yaa laitanii kungtu turoobaa.”

Just as Arkhan ended his reading then said his greetings, along with a loud voice that was heard in the operating room.

“Oeeeeek.... ooweeeeek..

Most great of Allah, the long-awaited cry of the baby is finally heard. His voice filled the room.

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