AMONG THE 3A
CHAPTER 88. PHYSIOTHERAPISTS
After breakfast, Aiswa with Dewiq headed to Mama's treatment room.
Dewiq opened the door of the room which was dominated by glass around him. The distinctive smell of the medical liquid burst when the two entered the room.
"For Moms, look who's coming. I brought him along this morning even though he hasn't fully recovered yet but has been able to communicate smoothly."
Dewiq greeted the mother who was still faithful closed her eyes tightly. Approaching the bed and patiently he began to wipe a line of liquid that often soaked the cheek from the corner of the woman's eyes.
"We say hello to Mama" Dewiq again pushed Aiswa's wheelchair closer to the luxurious cage where she lay.
"Hi Moms, I'm coming."
Aiswa grabbed the hand of the weakly drooping woman as if there were no bones supporting the pale white clotted flesh that was beginning to snail.
Pasting the right palm of the woman he had just called Mama, a foreign word to him who used to call Umma, his respectful call to the distant mother who was now somehow heard.
Feel the warmth that seems to have been far removed from the body, even the mind. Maybe his subconscious knows that the figure of the girl who is grasping his fingers is not the biological child he hopes to rise from his pain.
"Mama know? I also lost Mama, I miss her a lot but when I see you, instantly my longing is slowly taken care of even though not completely."
"Moms, I will be your good son, who is filial and showers you with love .. We are two people who need each other equally, right? will you give me a chance? to be able to connect my services again?"
Aiswa felt the net heat up, could not bear to see the condition of the woman in front of him. It is a lot of attached medical devices that he does not know what the name and function of its usefulness.
"Moms, do you hear me?"
"What are we going to do the first time when Mama sees me,"
"If I were .. I would hug you, kiss all your faces if I had been able to stand back up later.. We would have started a new life right? hand in hand makes many pairs of eyes envious of our closeness."
Aiswa paused for a moment of her speech. Everything he said was true for his Umma, he never had a chance to walk alone with the Mother visiting various places he wanted.
Being Hariri Salim's daughter was in fact so crowded, the golden robe she wore was very heavy for her frail body. Lust for incompetence resembling the lifestyle of his friends in fact makes little Aiswa save a deep desire to be free.
"Aey, Student ... Ai or Aey is the same, right? I don't change you, dear .. Be strong with me, your souls become one. My sister is very introverted, and you are very brave despite being covered by a fog called quiet .. be strong, for us, for you and your heart."
Dewiq really understand what it feels like to be constrained for so long, Aiswa felt freedom the first time when he fled first. He gave a sense that it was not without reason, he wanted to see if Aiswa's stubbornness away from his family could make him endure.
In fact, the test that Dewiq gave passed easily for a Fajri Aiswa, his will and determination are as burning as he was if he wanted something.
You deserve to be my sister, Aiswa Fajri.
Dewiq left the two of them as Ulfa called out to him.
"Aey I'll stay a while, continue the audio stimulation and physical touch for Mama."
"May I ask for a mushaf, brother? I still have ablution and miss teaching" he asked.
"Take Miss Aeyza what you're asking for," instead of looking at the assistant of one of the doctors in the room.
Whether what Aiswa whispered in her mother's ear, one thing must be a line of prayer because Aiswa never said anything in vain. Don't forget whose child she is, her tongue is very awake, thought Dewiq.
Waiting for the prayer she requested to be available. Aiswa again stroked the palm she now held.
"Moms, I used to be loved, very much, but everything changed when Abuya received the trust from his father ... Abuya rarely came home, and never carried me again. Likewise Umma, became very busy with his worshipers. I never even walked alone with Umma free without escort .. Is Aeyza like me? "
"If the same, suppose I was her .. Is Mama comfortable there? have you met the real Aeyza? if so, tell me I'll keep her devoted .. I'll pray for her too, and I'll take care of Mama."
Umma, forgive Aish, can no longer keep umma close.
However, Aish is relieved that Umma is no longer in trouble because of Aish. Brother no longer bothered to brilliantly take Abuya's heart to see it.
Forgive Aish for taking this step, your son is indeed very ambitious to achieve his freedom ... Umma, I'll be back when we meet again. I will call you even from the heart.
Aiswa dear Umma, healthy is always there, Aish sees Umma from far away.
"Miss Aeyza, this is her mushaf .. I just found out if the young lady who is not known to be able to read the Koran." The assistant expressed his admiration.
"I also studied religion, Mama called the teacher to me" he replied straightforwardly.
"Do what you should do, not comment on your master, "stated Dewiq when he found his assistant talking a lot.
"Ma-af Eldest Miss, I say .. once again, sorry." her submissive fear while away from Aiswa's side.
Dewiq pulled a chair across from Aiswa as the girl began reciting Al Baqarah's letter. For some reason, his heart was very calm when he heard the voice of Aiswa teaching. Unlike the case with when he turned on Murotal, this is much more nyessss penetrated into the tribe.
He closed his eyes for about an hour accompanying Aiswa there.
"Aey, start therapy, enough for Mama .. later in the afternoon we'll be here again."
"What therapy is Brother?" tanya Aiswa closed the mushaf and placed it on the side table of the cage.
"Motor, learn to stand, relax stiff muscles .. stretching dear."
"Well, bismillah."
Dewiq grabbed the handle of Aiswa's wheelchair, pushing her slowly out of the room surrounded by thick, soundproof glass into the room where physiotherapists had been waiting for them.
On the way there, Aiswa saw several women in all-black suits.
"They're who?"
"Your bodyguard candidate will be strong first, later you will also know what activities to live .. including martial arts, including martial arts, so that when pressed in a precarious situation at least you can survive until help comes."
"Waw, maa sya Allah .. it seems to exclaim Kak, the family ka Dewiq is an important person in this country yes," Aiswa was enthusiastic.
"Haha, you will soon be a part of us .. Well, now the spirit rises."
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