ZAHRA AKBAR'S

About Fachri

Clara who was in the ambulance can still use her common sense to contact Revan's doctor. Because the nearest hospital happened to be where the doctor worked. It's a good thing Clara always carries her phone nailed to her pants.

He also contacted the house.

Arriving at the hospital, Fachri was immediately taken to the operating room by doctor Revan because he saw severe bleeding in the head. Fachri's body also paled. The team of doctors did their best to save the lives of their patients.

Clara was sitting limp on the floor leaning against the wall. Anxiety and fear plagued his soul. I hope Fachri can be saved.

If only he had not been angry at the man, this would not have happened. If only he would stop, Fachri would still be fine now. If he wanted to hear Fachri's explanation, there would be no such situation now. And there's still a lot of "Andai" in Clara's mind. But it was just a "Anda" and now what happened is a reality.

"Clara, how's Fachri?" asked Steven while struggling. He came with Randi.

Clara could only cry in her father's arms. Unable to speak.

"You just misunderstood, Clara. Fachri never had to marry you. He never wanted Daddy's property either." Steven took off Clara's embrace. He then led his daughter to sit in the waiting room.

"Even Fachri himself who was puckish married you in the hospital. Daddy banned it. Fachri loves you so much, Clara" Steven continued.

Clara was sinking into a deep sense of guilt. The shadow of a hospital incident is like a movie in a rerun. How Fachri loved him so much and always supported his steps to keep rising from adversity. Motivate yourself to fight trauma.

When emotions take hold of him, everything goes awry. He can't think clearly. Until Fachri becomes a victim.

After nearly two hours, Revan's doctor came out of the operating room.

"Van, how?" asked Steven expectantly.

Revan shook his head in frustration after struggling in the operating room.

Clara is worried about Fachri's situation. What happened to her husband?

"Fachri coma Stev. He had severe trauma to his head. I've been trying my best. Only a miracle will help him" said Revan, who passed away.

The nurse moved Fachri to the VVIP room at Steven's request. His body is fitted with a tool that supports the recovery process. Anything Steven would do for the survival of his son-in-law.

Clara sobbed beside Fachri's body. "I'm sorry Fachri! It's all my fault. I'm too selfish."

Steven and Randi try to calm Clara down. So that he does not blame himself.

Clara's phone is ringing. There's an incoming call from Salsa.

"Hallo Clara! Is Fachri with you? I called from earlier with no answer" Salsa said in her call.

In his talk, Clara tells Fachri's condition. Salsa immediately contacted the others.

Soon all of Fachri's friends arrived at the hospital.

They took turns to visit Fachri. Randi and Steven went home to get Clara a change of clothes.

"Why does fate love to tease Fachri like this?" salsa said with tears rolling out.

"It's all my fault Salsa. I was wrong." Clara covered her face, and her tears kept flowing.

"It's been Fachri's way of life. He was just happy with you. But, again fate teased him with death. Actually, what makes you feel guilty?" Salsa looked at the chaotic-looking Clara that night.

With a hiccup, tell the beginning of his misunderstanding of Fachri and until he can accident.

"So far, what do you know about Fachri?"

Clara wiped her tears. Trying to calm himself down before answering Salsa's question.

"Fachri is a great man from an orphanage who works in a daddy company."

"It's just a small part of Fachri's life. Your husband's previous life wasn't that simple" Salsa said. Makes Clara even more clueless.

In the midst of his confusion, Alam, Hasan, Fathir and Reza invited Salsa home because it was late at night. That day Adiba could not come because he was going out of town with his parents.

"Tomorrow I'll come again. We continue the conversation" Salsa said before leaving.

Shortly after, Steven and Randi had already come with a change of clothes for Clara.

That night they slept in a place that was already available in the VVIP room. Clara tried to close her eyes in her father's lap.

In the morning, Revan's doctor examined Fachri's unconscious condition.

"You come to my room! There's something I have to say" Revan said seriously.

Clara and her father soon followed the doctor's steps. For some reason, Clara's heart felt more and more fear.

In his room, Revan presented a photo of the wound examination in Fachri's head.

"This is a crack in the back of Fachri's head. Not too bad actually. But..."

Revan hesitates to continue his sentence.

"But what's Van?" Steven looked impatient.

Revan then showed me another photo. "There was a blood clot in his brain. This is very dangerous for Fachri."

"Then what can we do doctor?" Clara opens her voice.

"We have to be ready to accept the fact that something bad happened to Fachri." Revan tried to say it out loud. He does not want to hide the bad reality that might happen.

"Can't you do the surgery for Fachri Van? You're a doctor, save his life." Steven spoke in a high tone.

"I'm just a doctor Stev, I'm not a god who can change someone's destiny." Revan sighed heavily then continued his sentence. "For Fachri's current state, I can't guarantee the operation goes smoothly. It could've just made Fachri go."

Clara returned to shed her tears. Can't afford to lose Fachri so soon.

"Fachri is very strong can survive until now with a state like this. His life spirit is huge. He fought to stay alive until now. Otherwise, he's been gone since yesterday." Doctor Revan said again.

Steven was surprised, he took Clara in his arms. He remembered someone who almost died silly because he wanted to crash himself in the train. Will he escape death this time?

As Salsa said last night, he'll come back to the hospital.

Steven took a minute to the office, there's a file he has to sign. He told Randi to keep Clara company.

Now Salsa and Clara are sitting on Fachri's couch.

Randi was also there listening to the chat of the two women.

"What is the state of Fachri's progress today?" salsa asked opening the conversation.

"We have to be prepared for the possibility of what happened to Clara. We will one day return to where we came from. It's just we don't know when and how." Salsa held onto the shoulder of the girl who continued to grieve. Trying to raise her heart.

"You want to hear the story of Fachri Majnun. I'll tell you."

Clara nodded. He wants to know how Fachri lived before he met him.

Salsa took out a small box from her bag. Then open the box. There were many photos in the box that Salsa had brought.

"Look at this Clara!" Salsa showed a photo of a young man in a school uniform posing for a fence. The background atmosphere of the photo was quite dark and behind it was a house that looked luxurious.

"This was Fachri when he was Junior High. The photo I took secretly when Fachri just got home from the race. For fear of being scolded by her mother, she entered the house secretly like a thief. He was a wayward ask for mercy at Junior High." Salsa smiled remembering those times.

"Salsa, how can you know Fachri's habits? Are you a school?" ask Clara curiously.

"We are not a school. But, we are neighbors. We also often study together even though there is no school. Fachri's parents told us to make friends, so that the level of his son's stubbornness was reduced.

Fachri is not from an ordinary family. He is the only son of a successful businessman. Anything he can get. It makes Fachri very spoiled and self-absorbed. Afraid that his son could not be independent, Fachri's parents called a religious tutor or rather ustadz who came every afternoon. Hope Fachri understands the real nature of life. Understand the responsibility to himself.

The days passed as usual, not infrequently also Fachri tried to escape from his tutoring, and I was the one who always thwarted his escape plan. Because I come every afternoon to Fachri's house. Studying religious sciences."

Salsa was silent for a moment with a smile remembering her school days with Fachri. How stubborn Fachri used to be. To make his parents dizzy.

"Then what about Earlyta?" Clara is also curious about the former figure of Fachri.

"We got to know Earlyta when we entered High School. Fachri has turned into a more religious figure. No longer as spoiled as before.

Fachri and I decided to go to the same school. That's where we knew Earlyta. Very simple girl. Her beauty is able to drag Fachri into an ocean of endless love. He's Fachri's first love. This is where Fachri's story begins.

I'm in the same class as Earlyta. Therefore, Fachri asked me to approach Earlyta. The three of us were friends. Fachri and Earlyta are getting closer and closer. There was never a word of love between them. But, I know they hold each other in love. For Fachri love needs proof not promise. He gave everything to Earlyta.

Love, attention, affection and even matter. Earlyta is from a family. Fachri has everything.

Earlyta often refused help from Fachri. He doesn't want to be called a matre girl. Fachri always forces Earlyta to accept his gift.

The days keep rolling. Until a fateful incident befell Fachri's parents. They were in an accident and died. In the midst of her downturn, Earlyta and I were always there for her. Especially when the younger brother of his father took over all the property of his parents. Fachri's world is like a somersault. He has nothing left. He was even made a maid by om and tantenya. Unable to bear it, Fachri chose to leave the house. He lived in a small contract. Far from worthy. He does not want to receive help from my family. Fachri works odd jobs while in school. He never gave up. Earlyta was the source of Fachri's spirit at the time."

Salsa sighed, she looked at Clara who heard her story seriously.

"I hope you're not jealous of Fachri and Earlyta's story. Although they are like dating people but not once they make physical contact. They're keeping that line very much."

Clara smiled a little. "It is fitting that Fachri is always attentive when we first meet."

Salsa also smiled at her sweet smile. Since Fachri studied religion, the man has always been within the limits of the Shari'a. Salsa continued her story.

"Fachri can finally live independently. He also often hangs out with street children. Then there was someone who took him to the orphanage. Fachri said he thought life there was more decent and he would have many friends.

Until finally, we graduated from school. Fachri invites Earlyta to school's backyard. That's where Fachri says love. They speak to each other's hearts. Didn't know that the gulf would stretch one day. Both are lulled into a pink virus romance. I don't care about anything else but love.

Later, Fachri lists college with his savings still in place. We met Adiba, Hasan, Alam, Reza and Fathir. They also invited us to join the martial arts.

On the other hand, Fachri continues to seek income for his life and also the children of the orphanage. He also offers his plans for various companies. Not everyone wants to accept it, if there is one. They pay cheap.

The first half of the semester. Fachri is surprised by Earlyta's remark that he was betrothed to a man of his parents' choice. Fachri tries to go to Earlyta's parents, but is rejected by Earlyta's father. The reason is because Fachri has nothing left and his future is bleak.

Fachri was really sick at the time. I tried to calm Fachri who was like a man with no hope of life. The world doesn't seem fair to him. All taken from his side. Parents die, treasures are taken by their own omnya, and their love must run aground. He was really at a weak point then.

That day, Fachri came home from college without saying goodbye to me and the others. I also felt something strange about Fachri. Worried, we looked for Fachri in various places.

Until finally, we came to his parents. And what we saw was Fachri standing on the train tracks not far from the cemetery. The train is moving in the opposite direction. We ran as hard as we could to get to Fachri. But, the train's faster we can't reach Fachri."

Salsa wiped away her suddenly flowing tears as she recalled the tense moments of the day.

Clara is still listening to Salsa's story carefully. "Then?" ask him by frowning. Clara can't wait to hear the story about her husband.

"Fachri was still safe that day. There's a man pushing Fachri's body off the train tracks."

Clara breathed a sigh of relief hearing that. He thinks Fachri will be really wretched.

"And that man also made Fachri rise. Fachri was given a job in his office. Every month that person also gives charity. Fachri no longer has trouble finding living expenses.

The cost of the college is also borne by the company.

Since then we have dubbed Fachri as Fachri Majnun. Because he was driven mad by love. Like the story of Laila Majnun. His love is also hindered by the blessing of parents.

Both are immersed in love. Fachri also wrote love poems. The words that come out of his lips are always advice about love. He's really majnun."

Salsa chuckles little considering the frenzy of Fachri majnun. Clara also smiled.

Now slowly he began to understand the reason Fachri did not want to say love. Love does need proof not just sweet promises. And Fachri always gave her proof of love.

"Is the one who helped Fachri a daddy?" ask Clara later.

"You're right Clara. Mr. Steven was the one who saved Fachri's life back then. Through your father, Fachri's life has improved. Mr. Steven freed Fachri from the economic crisis and you freed Fachri from his love."

Salsa reopens the old photo sheet of Fachri.

Clara is increasingly clueless with the way life always creates a coincidence.

"Clara look! This is a photo of Fachri in High School. He's also active in the school band." Salsa showed a photo of Fachri in the school's music room.

"Sister, can I keep these pictures?" pinta Clara's.

"Of course Clara. I still have a lot of home. You can tease Fachri if he wakes up later." Salsa smiled kindly. His hand tidied up the photo on the table and put it in the box. Give it to Clara.

"Hopefully your love can bring Fachri back!" salsa said before returning home.

Everything is planned by destiny. He disguised himself as a coincidence rarely realized by humans. God has a unique way of bringing together two hearts that yearn for love.

God breaks Fachri's heart in order to meet Clara.

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