AMONG THE 3A
CHAPTER 76. GO AWAY

Aeyza.

Dewiq saw the scene there via CCTV adrift from inside his room. His heart joined the train as the beautiful figure approached his adoptive sister who was lying weak.

This afternoon, the final decision will be read on the condition of Aeyza that the family has agreed. Hermana Arya gave up her son, releasing all medical devices that support life by force, so that the frail body still embraces the earth even though the soul almost wanders to the Creator.

"Sister, be sincere .. We focus on Mama's recovery, let Aeyza go peacefully," he hugged the elder.

"Pa, is he gonna be happy there?" Dewiq was still not willing, but he languished to see his sister's body bruised here, due to the punctures of the tool often moved to find a pulse that was getting weaker.

"I'm doctor Dimas, stating the latest diagnosis of patient Danesh Aeyza Hermana, no longer responds to all stimuli ... the condition of vital organs is too severely damaged and medical action has been maximized so today the family agrees to release all equipment facilities that sustain the life of the patient.... "

Dewiq sobbed hugging his knees which he raised to the sofa. Put his face there.

Hermana Arya stepped unsteadily towards the side of her youngest child's bed, slowly with her own hands she removed one by one the tools from Aeyza's body.

"Go peacefully dear Aeyza, forgive Papa and see you later, "want to be strong but still the sedu came out of his mouth.

"Aeyzaaaaaaaaaa." cried Dewiq along with the long tuuuuuutttt sound of the electrocardiograph displayed on the holter monitor.

"I, Doctor Dimas stated Danesh Aeyza Hermana has died on Tuesday at 14:05 WIB, good bye Young Miss." Respectfully bowed.

Dewiq hugged, kissed the body that was still warm as he was sound asleep on the side of his mother's bed.

"Moms, look, he's gone" he exclaimed.

The father asked Dr Dimas and Aeyza's team of doctors to sign a statement that all information about his youngest child including medical records would be destroyed and take this information to their grave.

***

At the same time, Aiswa's room.

Aruni was still faithfully holding Aiswa's hand, it felt like he had felt a small sting from this skinny fingers.

Umma approached the two women who seemed to be telling from heart to heart through touch.

"Son, accompany Umma to the cafe yes, "persuade him so that Amir can freely approach. Hariri Salim understood that he had left the room with his wife and Aruni.

"Mas, I'm going to the cafe, yes" said the permit that only Amir subscribed to.

"Mir, Buya stay first yes, there are guard sisters here so you two are not, "the message.

"Yes khayr Yai" he answered.

After the nurse enters and sits in the corner of the room keep a distance from the two. His wife and two older men he was disinclined to have left. Amir approached slowly.

His steps were heavy, as strong as he held back so that the clear fur was not easy to shed wet the cheeks.

"Assalamu'alaikum Rohi, accompany me here, will you? " the sap is soft as usual.

"Is it too comfortable for you? come down first, I want us to chat for a moment, "the bow is starting to not be strong.

Amir kept provoking a reaction for Aiswa to respond.

"No need to exert much energy, enough movement of your eyes I already know when you are with me .. You are waiting for me? I'm sorry, take him along,"

"I married her not yet out of love, my love for her does not resemble my love for you, but the promise that binds me only to hers, you must understand?"

"You remember, when you fell asleep in the car when you ran away? just as beautiful as it is today .. sa-yang, fight .. at least so that we can occasionally meet even from a distance, "the cry broke. He lowered his head, hitting the fingers in a blanket.

"Rohi, you know .. My heart hurts so much .. from a long time ago, you were so close yet unachievable,"

"Arise Rohi, that God may be kind to us to reunite at a later time .. You remain the owner of my heart, Aiswa Fajri."

Amir was no longer able to withstand the enormity of the impulse so that the dam in his eye was allowed to flow.

He touched the tip of his knuckle on the blanket-wrapped arm, channeling the last warmth he had for her.

"Rohi, do you remember Ali Imran verse 14 that you asked me about? God made man's love of some things beautiful, including love of you .. beautiful, in his own way .. I was fascinated by Aiswa Fajri's expensive smile that I could easily get, I was amazed, there was no lust there, was there? only admiration for the creation of the Most Perfect God. "

" Let love of what is desired as a form of pleasure of the world .. If the love I have for you does not bring to the pleasure of the world, will God take it again, because only to Him is the best place to go back.... "

"If indeed all the pain that you feel there is no antidote .. lerai, but do not take my heart with you,"

"I let you go Rohi, be happy there .. wait for me, "The strong shoulder is shaken violently, no longer the power to stem all the tightness of any regret that is raining on the chest.

Amir cried, wanted to feel the heart to kiss the fingers covered with blankets even as a barrier for him, his mind held back.

"Students don't dzolimi ragamu, go if this world is only the mouth of your sorrow dear, I can't be a source of strength for you."

"Qol-bi,"

Amir who was still bowed beside the clothespin, in the depths of his own face did not hear the shrill voice of the woman he was crying.

"Bi, uh,"

"B-ii,"

Silent.

"Rohi? Ais-wa?" Amir wiped away the tears that washed his face. Grazed, watching that pale pretty face.

"Shu-k...."

"Aiswa, thank God .. wait, I'll call the doctor."

The sister who was with Amir gasped at Aiswa's lip movements. Amir did not pay much attention, from the tail of his eyes it appears he contacted someone via his cellphone.

Grep. His fingers held Amir's steps away.

"Sta-y."

"Habi-bi Qol - bi,"

"Rohi habibati,"

"Ali Im-ran," he said faintly.

Amir takes ablution, leaving Aiswa with the nurse examining him and injecting something there. Along with Amir's return, Yai and Umma and his wife enter the room.

They realized his son had responded, began to recite even with tears.

Amir began chanting verse by verse the letter that Aiswa asked him to read, if he did not get caught wrong. His voice shady and soft as usual flowed soft even though he was left stinging due to crying. Towards the end of the verse, Aiswa still seemed to wake up until soon his breathing became more heavy.

"God, Rohi ... Allah" whispered Amir in the ear, pausing his reading.

"God,"

"Again, God, God,"

"God,"

Tuout. Tuout. Tuout. The hand that Amir touched layered with the blanket drooped with the flat sound of the heart recording device monitor.

"Rohi...." Amir was fixated, falling to the side of the face of his heart's lover.

Aruni and Hariri salim frantically called the doctor out of the room. While Umma cried bitterly in front of his son's bed.

Amir stepped aside when the medics examined him, before long the creepy sentence came piercing his eardrum.

"Aiswa Fajri died on Tuesday at 14:20 WIB."

Crying echoed in the room, the nurse released all medical devices attached to the patient's body that had been stretched stiff slowly.

"Bag,"

"Mas," Aruni shook the body of her husband who was staring nanar at the figure of ayu there. There was no response from Amir.

"Mas, don't be like this, "She hugged, kissed the face of the man who was devastated by the passing of the woman he loved.

"Dec, Rohi left me, "he muttered in Aruni's ear.

"Ikhlas Mas, you've accompanied in his last moment,"

"Why did he leave me?"

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...Done.... Mommy left all the pain, pain, pain Aiswa here......

...NEW BEGINNING'S......