ZAHRA AKBAR'S

Hallowed

The sun came out from its hiding, shining brightly through the pores of the earth. Gives warmth to the living soul. Gives a glimmer of hope for hopeful spirits.

Beautiful freshness full of coolness. A girl is still lying weakly in a hospital bed. The possessor of the spirit of life has not allowed it to return to Him.

There is still a soul that expects it to breathe.

A soul that is ready to give full-hearted care.

The soul that is ready to lead opens a new page.

The soul that was ready to water the rose that had withered

To spread its fragrance again

Provides color to the beautiful garden court

A man whose soul is full of hope is living in the Khaliq house. Pour out all the misfortune of his qalbunya.

O the Mahabbah. . .

The giver of love for the beloved

You planted this seed of love for him

Let my love flower bloom

Don't drown my flowers in a no-edge nestapa

O the Giver of Life. . .

If he were my rib

Allow us to sail the ocean of life with Your pleasure

Let us knit the future with the abundance of Your Grace

Yes Muqollibal Quluub. . .

O almighty One who turns all hearts

There is no intention of this heart to betray Your love because of my love for him

You who have given love

Do not let my love for her exceed my love for you

Forgive our mistakes. . .

Unite us in the pledge of sacred promise

By Your permission O Rabb. . .

The sincere Do'a Fachri seemed to be able to penetrate Clara's subconscious. In an unconscious state, her tears shot out. Randi who was sitting next to the bed was astonished. Then she gently wiped those tears.

" Don't cry in your sleep. I can't comfort Non Clara like this. Quickly wake up Non so we can play guessing again. We can take Fachri too. I will not snack again Non. I promise." Said Randi.

The young man's tears also fell. Unable to see his little friend in mourning.

He misses Clara's joy and ignorance.

One by one people began to arrive.Andi secretary and friend Steven have been waiting outside. The housewife and several other administrators also came.

Anin and Samuel were not left behind. Somehow the two friends Clara was able to get to the hospital.

Steven himself was talking to Revan about Clara's situation.

Now Fachri is walking down the aisle of the hospital, to where Clara is being treated.

Everyone must have gathered. It'll be 9 in a minute. The time he asked to justify the girl he had chosen.

When the penghulu has come, Steven invites Fachri to talk three. Steven explains who Clara really is. Pengulu and Fachri also nodded in understanding.

It concerns the procession of ijab qobul that will take place. Clara followed her father's advice.

Regarding the name, Fachri will use the given name of Clara's biological parents.

Clara's ward is all gathered, along with Revan's doctor and several male nurses.

Steven gave a little understanding to the people present about Clara's identity. But he also asked that it be their secret. No one else can know.

The ruler immediately uttered the phrase ijab. Fachri firmly recited the qabul sentence after the penghulu finished with the sentence.

"I accept the marriage and marriage of Shafa Fikriyatuz Zahra bint the late Michael Kemal Zahra with the dowry paid in cash."

"How's witness? Legal. . .!" ask the witnesses.

"Well. . . !" answer the witnesses in unison.

Tension was seen from the people around who witnessed the procession of ijab qabul. They were then relieved after everything went well.

Mr. Penghulu then recited a do'a that was observed by the people present.

Fachri had really shaken Ars' sky with the words he said in a single breath. The angels wept, knowing how heavy a husband's responsibilities were when he was married. To bear all the sins of his wife and future children. Then obliged to give a living born and inner. It is obligatory to guide the wife to the path of God.

A happy mixed atmosphere enveloped the room. Fachri rose to greet Steven who is now his father. A warm hug and a sense of gratitude was given Steven for Fachri.

Congratulations and do'a were also spoken by the mother of the parlour and the others.

Now Fachri turns to the girl he just stopped.

"Assalamu'alaikum my bidadiku. . .!" fachri. Then kiss Clara's forehead.

"If you are tired of sleeping, get up quickly. There's me here who misses your beautiful singing. Usually you'll keep talking even if I don't respond to every sentence you say." Fachri clasped Clara's hand and kissed her. Then she put on Clara's sweet ring.

"Now why do you just shut up, Clara."

Fachri could no longer hold back his tears. No man should cry, but Fachri is also a human being. He had tears to express his mood.

So long Fachri sat alone beside his wife's bed that never realized. Randi and Steven are approaching.

"You get some rest, Fachri. Randi will replace keeping Clara." Steven said.

"No master I will wait for Clara until she comes to her senses."

" Don't call master again. I'm now your father. Call "Dad" or "Daddy" like Clara called me." Steven said.

"All right dad. . .!" exclaim Fachri later.

"I have to go back to the office now. Clara I'm handing it to you." Steven walked away patting Fachri on the shoulder.

Now Fachri and Randi sit on the available sofa in the room.

"It seems that now I should call you Den Fachri. . .!" randy broke the silence.

"Call me Fachri"

"Now you are the husband of the sole heir of the Zahra Group company" Randi said, telling him that Fachri is already in the "Zahra" family". Although it is still disguised behind the company name Haidar Group.

"I'm still a Fachri. It's not gonna change Rand. Let's dhuhuran first." take Fachri. Switching Randi's talk. He felt he had no right to his wife's wealth.

Randi also according. He alternated with Fachri taking water wudlu. Then pray together in the room by rolling out the carpet that is available.

Time keeps rolling. Second by second. Minutes by minutes and hours change with time. Clara was not conscious until the afternoon.

Doctor Revan said Clara was still under the influence of the sleeping pills she was taking. Although the doctor has given a neutralizer but is not able to completely eliminate the influence of drugs because too much sleeping pills are downing Clara, to remain influential.

Randi came out of the room to buy food. But he saw Anin and Samuel still in the waiting seat.

"Why are you still here? Go home. . .!"

"We're not going home until we see Clara sober. We are friends, there will always be each other" Anin said.

Then Randi told them to come inside. He hopes the presence of Clara's best friend can help.

Fachri also greeted the friendly of Clara's two friends. He knew them from Clara's story that Anin and Samuel were his best friends.

Randi came back with a few boxes of food. They also eat together. Fachri is actually not appetizing, but he must be strong for Clara. With great difficulty the food that entered his mouth he swallowed.

When the orange-colored twilight sky almost drowned by the darkness of the night. Clara felt a soft kiss against her. There was a warm hand clutching his fingers.

Slowly Clara opened her eyes. Showing his surrounding views. He found Fachri's figure stroking his head.

"Well, did you touch me, Fachri? Are you going to Istighfar again?" clara asked in a still weak voice.

"I won't be anxious when I touch you again. I've got accountability from you." said Fachri softly.

"Lo mean what's Fachri?" ask Clara again.

Fachri did not answer that question. Clara looks to wake up. Fachri directly propped up Clara's body, helping her sit leaning back.

"Would you like a drink?"

Clara nodded, Fachri grabbed a glass of water beside her.

"Are you satisfied with your sleep Ra?" chirps Samuel. He approached Clara with Anin.

Fachri grabbed a glass in Clara's hand and put it back in her place.

"Gue ampek jamuran Ra nungguin Lo who is like a sleeping princess. Prince Lo had been shaken many times but Elohonya was not awake."

Sahut Anin's.

Then he got an elbow from Samuel because he got a strange look from Fachri.

Clara scrunched her forehead. He looked at his two friends full of question marks. Randi who was standing next to Fachri also did not dare to open his mouth. Let Fachri tell you everything.

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There is no sentence as beautiful as prayer

No sentence is as beautiful as prayer

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