Fazila Tipan From Heaven
Debate (Ruan&Seren)

All eyes were on Araf and his fellow doctors who had just come out of the surgery room. The faces of the four men looked frustrated, especially Araf who had spent some of his time with my Saliha daughter, Meyda Noviana Fazila.

I looked at her face, it still looks the same. Between sadness and despair mixed into one. No more tears dripping from her beautiful netra, and it made me even more frustrated and claustrophobic to the point I thought I was going crazy.

"Doctor, how's my daughter doing?" I walked half a run up to the senior doctor. His face explained that he had been in the field of medicine for more than half his age.

"Allen..." No more words came out of Araf's mouth, he hugged me while shedding tears. I don't know what was in his mind until his words could only be stuck in his throat.

"Doctor... Please say something. How's our precious daughter doing...?" This time Opa who spoke represented everyone.

Ummi Fazila who was standing next to Mama again shed tears. She had turned quiet since our daughter was in the opration room. When everyone seemed enthusiastic about seeing the doctor out, he could only wipe away the tears with the pasmina covering his head. With all my hand I do not want him to dissolve in his own deep sorrow, we are both sad, if we are to be absent in this sorrow then we will be not together.

"The "opration that Fazila did was a very dangerous operation. Your daughter did not have much time, even the patient's condition had deteriorated, her body did not respond to the treatment given.

Happily... Your daughter has a desire to live. He's a brave boy, even though the bullet is in his sensitive brain he's still holding on." The senior doctor looked worried.

Opa Ade, Oma Ochi and Mama began to breathe a sigh of relief at the senior doctor's explanation. Unlike the Fazila ummi, he could only sigh roughly. Her maternal instincts did not let her feel relieved to see the critical condition of our precious daughter.

"We have operated it and put out the bullet, technically this operation was successful. But he's still in danger. We had to observe how the bullet affected the patient's brain. We hope we are wrong, but hopefully not. If the patient is unconscious within twenty-four hours, then we can't guarantee anything." The senior doctor continued while preparing to leave.

Mama and Oma Ochi who had felt relief turned pale hearing the senior doctor's words. Araf's face explained everything, this condition really made me numb. I want to scream. I want to cry. I want to get angry. Even I want to curse, unfortunately I can not do that see the condition of Ummi Fazila who seemed to lose his life support.

I was sad, and all the members of the Wijaya family were sad. But on appeal to our sadness, the sadness of Umm Fazila more doubled. The angel of Saliha spent all her time with Fazila, she was pregnant, she gave birth and she raised him, now his soul-cooling baby is in a condition that he himself never dreamed would pass this worst time. Honestly, it's getting me more frustrated. It felt like I wanted to run and blow the bastard's head off, but badly I couldn't even move my heart and mind to leave Ummi Fazila alone.

Without saying a word Ummi Fazila immediately ran away from everyone, no matter where he was going. I followed his footsteps and he stopped right in front of Musalla hospital which was headed by his Papa Araf.

*Life is only two days, one day for us, one day against us. So when he is for us, do not be proud and rash and when he is against us then be patient. Both are tests for us.

There is no lasting distress, no lasting joy, no old fidelity, and certainly no lasting prosperity*. The words of my sweet daughter two days ago, when my chest was about to explode with sadness, my sweet daughter's words echoed in my sense of hearing. Did he know something like this was going to happen so he gave his advice, advice that managed to erode a speck of grief that my soul suffered? I don't know, I didn't know that myself. All I know is that grief affects my soul and body.

When the sorrow almost makes Abi's soul feel tired, then remember, God never sleeps, God always takes care of his Servant, and God never gives a test beyond the limits of the ability of his Servant. If Abi still can not accept the will of the Power then take water, berhudu then pray. Please help God patiently and pray.

Wasta'inu bis-sabri was-salah, wa innaha lakabiratun illa 'alal-khasyi'in.

And ask Allah for help, patiently and prayerfully. And (Sheesh) that

it is heavy except for the solemn. (Qs. Al-Albaqarah:45)

Really am... My tears are dripping more and more, what my daughter Saliha said two days ago is being done by Ummi Fazila. He asked his Lord for help by being patient and praying. Is there anyone else who does the same thing as he does? I even kept grumbling. But him, Ummi Fazila? He ran towards Mushalla, which was a great blow to my soul who too often left the life-giving God.

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Tens of kilometers away from the hospital sits a girl in a room with a dim light on while enjoying a cup of coffee with the TV still on.

Hahaha....!

"I should have sat there. Hold her hand and smile at everyone. If you give up then this bad thing will never happen.

"Why? Are you feeling happy? Or is it just the opposite that you are restless because you are waiting for news from your useless men? I'm really stupid why would I get involved with a cruel woman like you?" Said someone who suddenly came and opened the door of his room violently.

"What are you doing here? Didn't I tell you I don't want to see your face anymore?" The owner of the room who had been sitting relaxed since looked annoyed, he felt his pleasure in being disturbed and he started to ride the apoplexy.

"Yayayaa... I don't want to bother you either. It's just free to talk to a woman who doesn't have a heart like yours.

Since you are waiting for useless news then I will say it, your man will not last until tomorrow morning. Now he looks like a cookie dough that doesn't know when Mr. Alan will blow his head off."

"What do you mean, Ruan? I don't get it?"

"That's what I want to ask you? What do you mean send that bastard to Mr. Alan's house and make a mess? You really are a woman you can't guess. Are you gonna live like shit? You can't even be recycled anymore." Ruan spoke in a high tone, his eyes began to turn red with anger. It felt like he wanted to throw his fist at the face of the graceful woman standing in front of him. Unfortunately he's not a jerk who would hurt a weak woman.

"Say once again what do you mean?"

Ruan who was asked could only stare at his interlocutor with a sharp gaze, sharper than a dagger.

"Miss Seren the reformed... I feel disgusted at you. So disgusted that I wanted to vomit. I can't even stare at your innocent face. Stop everything if you want to be loved by the people around you."

Plakkkkk!

Instead of realizing it, Seren slapped Ruan instead. Not once or twice, but many times. Now they are both filled with anger that managed to tear their souls. The tranquility? It only exists in dreams.

"The scoundrel you sent to kill Miss Fatimah has been caught! He did not hurt Miss Fatimah. The brash man shot his daughter. Do you feel happy when you find out that you hurt that innocent sweet boy?"

Debukkk!

Seren instantly fell on the floor, his entire body shaking violently.

"Why? Do you feel guilty? It's good if you feel that way. If you don't feel guilty after what happened then I'll blow your head off here." Babe Ruan while pulling Seren's hair.

"I don't know what Mr. Alan would have done if he had known you were behind his daughter's plight.

Be prepared, whatever happens is the result of your actions, be grateful that Mr. Alan did not end your life." Ruan continued again, after which he left the Seren residence without looking back.

"Why isn't that woman getting hurt? Wh why? Hiks.Hiks.Hiks.

Alan... I don't want to hurt your daughter. I just want to get that woman out of your life. Because that woman you're mad at me. Because that woman you slapped me. And because of that woman you also strangled me. Don't blame me for that poor boy who got hurt. Please don't blame me..." Seren cried while staring at the reflection of his face in the mirror. That pretty face looks messy.

Rice has been turned into porridge, and plans have not always gone smoothly. Seren is now filled with guilt, but regret is no longer useful.

Ii'm sorry... It's all your mother's fault. Seren murmured while tidying up the hair that almost entered his mouth.

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