Genius Child: DEMI GAURI
59. PREPARE FOR A WALK

Medics were busy examining Elea when Kayshan woke up from her sleep. At once the sight of Efendi's son-in-law weakened.

He pulled Kamala over to make doctor Amaya free. It's not time to shed tears if Elea's condition drops. The mother and daughter pair were praying.

10 Minutes in tension, finally doctor Amaya made a sound.

"HD later in the afternoon, yes. He is human but his heart is weak. There was an empty bed of bada asar, it should have been this morning," said the doctor to Kayshan who was standing near the curtain of the room.

Kayshan simply nodded, his focus fickle. Occasionally glanced at Elea, then took turns looking at the doctor.

"O-okay. How's my wife doing, Doc?"

"Hemodialysis is a lifeline for survivors, Mr. Kay. This condition is commonly experienced by patients ..The only booster is the fighting spirit, and I'm sure Bu Elea has it," he said, smiling and then passing out of the room.

Kamala escorted the doctor to the doorway while Kay sat on the side of the bed.

"It hurts, huh?" kayshan said, be careful when rubbing Elea's arm.

"He em's. All the pain, thank God, means I'm alive" said Elea, forcing a smile.

"What do you want to eat?" kay asked, ignoring Elea's words when she went there.

"Do not want anything. Could you please pick up Oyi sooner, Mas?"

Kayshan nodded, confirming the strands of hair that were poking out from the side of Elea's pashmina that were not neatly bound.

"Buya too. But Mas don't go anywhere, ask for help from others," continued Elea again.

Helaan Elea's breath began to tight again, the head was whipped with a great headache. He shuffled around looking for a comfortable position even though he remained lying down.

"OKAY. Anything else?" Kay immediately sent a message to Efendi to go to the hospital as well as Gery to pick up Gauri.

Elea did not answer, she just looked fixed on the face of the man sitting on her from the side of the cage. Her right fingers lifted, stroking Kay's right cheek.

'Cold.' Kayshan felt a touch of Elea's palm slightly damp on her cheek but she brushed off the sense of heart. His wife is just dropping.

"Alhamdulillah .. still want my conditions, Mas?" lirih Elea's.

"Yes! I don't like it when you start to be pessimistic again" Kayshan replied, grabbing Elea's hand and dipping her.

"And promise first," he urged.

"Yes, remember. Already, ah. Tomorrow we go for a walk" said Kayshan, peeping his forehead.

Elea was silent, her face was sad but a moment later she smiled sweetly.

"He em's. The streets," said Elea, slowly closing her eyes.

Gauri arrives just as Elea has just fallen asleep. The girl was reluctant to break away even when her tantric cage was pushed into the HD room, the rancid boy went berserk.

By nightfall, Elea pleads to go home and Amaya's doctor allows the sudden cause of the patient's condition to be said to be quite good than before.

Arriving at home.

Gauri immediately slept by Elea's side. Kayshan forbid because usually after HD, his wife felt nausea especially now there is a fetus residing in the body of Elea.

"Let's just see you tomorrow, all right." Elea held onto Kayshan's arm which was about to move the little boy.

"What's tomorrow?"

"Sleep here."

Kayshan shook his head faintly, again he painstakingly brushed aside the heartbreak throughout this day.

Outside the room, the Elea family gathered adding to Kayshan's fear. Efendi even asked for prayers from his acquaintances.

The atmosphere tonight was gripping for Kayshan. He did not even dare to move from the side of the bed.

"Kay, sleep gih. Replace the same Buya," said Emran into their room.

Kayshan shook his head, he then moved Gauri to the bed Kamala had prepared on the floor. "I'm not sleepy, Bang."

The three men looked at each other, Emran decided to sleep first. His heart was also equally troubled for some reason. While Efendi, bending his knees at the edge of the bed, stroked the face of his daughter's increasingly tyrannical.

"Sorry mom, yeah, El."

Chronic disease is not always present. The body actually gives signals. We often ignore.

In addition, past traumas, inner wounds, disappointments, resentments, that have not been resolved can be a trigger. For this reason, good Muslims are asked to always avoid hasad or liver disease.

Efendi continued to recite the ruqyah verse at his daughter's side. He occasionally wiped away the sad grain that slowly just decayed.

'Don't come tonight, ' her inner self.

At midnight, Emran continued what his father had read since bada Isya. While Kayshan did not escape the hospital while hugging his wife.

At exactly three in the morning, Elea woke up. He woke Kayshan.

"Mas, bath, yuk," he whispered spoiledly shaking Kay's arm.

Emran falls asleep with Gauri. The room was suddenly peaceful.

"It's dawn, huh?" kay said, with a distinctive sound of waking up.

Elea nodded. He then woke up first, removing the hook and holding the blood seepage gauze on both arms. Then slowly down.

"I'm getting water for a bath, yeah. Wait here" Kay said, heading to the bathroom.

Elea nodded even though her gaze was fixed on the closet. He slowly stepped up and opened it, then took out a robe that had never been used before.

Then his net was fixed to the bottom shelf, he took out a bundle of the last shar'i clothes of the women, who had not been sewn from there. That was the condition of their marriage. Jemari Elea stroked her gently.

"Where are you going?" kayshan asked in surprise when she saw Elea stare at herself in front of the closet whose door was open.

"Streetings," he said sumringah. Elea took out the box she was holding earlier and placed it in front of the closet.

"It's early in the morning to be ready." Kay led Elea to the bathroom, her eyes briefly recognizing the large box on the floor.

Deg.

"All of you take a bath to let it smell" said Elea Sumringah.

Kayshan gulped down the hard-earned saliva. His heart rumbled violently. He subconsciously hugged his woman tightly.

Elea took her husband and the shower began to flutter her body. Kayshan resigned, he followed all the wishes of the wife.

Fragrant fragrance filled the room of Ghazwan couple. Start perfume, bukhur, all emit a soothing aroma.

"Gapain and watch this way, honey?" reprimand Kayshan again. "And I want a qiyamullail doang" she continued when she saw Elea in front of the dresser wearing make-up.

"Ish, I want a shanty. It's rare for the body to be carried this early."

Again Kayshan was just silent, then both of them performed worship. Elea had prepared a mushaf at the side of the bed and finished juz 30 just as the dawn prayer sounded.

"Let's fast pray, Mas." Elea was so excited, she didn't seem like a survivor that morning.

Emran woke up when Kayshan patted his arm slowly. Elea's sister's face was a little relieved to see her sister was already on the prayer mat but a moment later anxious back.

"El, shoot very." Emran got up while rubbing the head of his sister before leaving the room.

"Byeah, pucket. She immediately, really, Bang," Kayshan looked up, denying her sister-in-law's words.

Elea just smiled. The two then performed the congregational dawn prayer. Elea was still dhikr early in the morning before her voice began to weaken.

Kayshan realized, he turned around and immediately grabbed his wife. "Yes!" voice raucous.

"Mas, not the therapy or the failed medical treatment. So regret anything."

"No, Honey. You're strong, for our sake, aren't you," said Kayshan.

Again, the smile of the sincere woman was glimpsed. "Give up is not the same disease .. but blend in, I want to fight for you and our child, but my time is up" Elea replied, sticking out her hand removing one clear grain that fell on Kayshan's cheek.

"No, Yes. Don't you dare do this to me" Kay replied, no longer caring, she started sobbing.

Elea glanced to the right, as if welcoming someone with a smile.

"All I've done, right? ... Oyi has been fluent in speech, owed a college degree in buya, married to the man I love, and contains the fruits of his love" said Elea. This time her tears fell.

"Also I'm sorry about Eiwa and Farshad."

Elea closed her mouth, holding something that began to stab at the tip of her foot.

"Yes, please. Pity me," said Kayshan increasingly profusely let out a poignant melt.

"May I be your fondest memory, yes, Mas ... Ma-afs. Maaaa-aaff!"

Kayshan shook his head repeatedly. She hugged, not caring if Elea was in pain because she refused to hear the next speech.

Elea pushed her husband's shoulders with her remaining energy. The sweat began to reach a part of the forehead that was covered with mucus.

The two gazes of the Ghazwan couple's eyes looked at each other closely, although equally decorated with tears.

Elea's hands extended again, caressing her most beautiful love face. He closed, shedding all the puddles that blocked the view.

"Ma-af I brought him. Not disbelieving in you, but she's a mirror of you and my miss cure ... on M-maass."

Kayshan kissed all the parts of his wife's face, hugging Elea again, tighter. "No, Yes!"

Elea's cry tightened a little, accompanied by a severed breath.

Kamala's sons began to realize that their time was narrow. He's self-advising. "God, Honey ... Allah," whispered Kayshan to pull aside his sobriety, while still holding her.

"Allah."

"Again, Yes. Allahs ... Allah," lead Kayshan clearly.

"Allahumma sholli a la sayyidina Muhammad ... Allahs ... Allaaaaaah."

Slowly, the hand in the deck felt limp. Kayshan felt so gently the final pull of Elea. Without pain.

That shoulder is tergugu. His tears are flowing.

"Ee-it ...." He said shit.

"Elea Narasya bintu E-eeffeendii .. I am sincere and sincere to you, dear. She's my perfect wife" said Kayshan stroking Elea's head.

Kayshan looked at Elea's face and kissed her lips as sweet as chery, then shed a cry on her shoulder. Really, this beautiful wife of hers brings everything she's got.

"Darling, happy walking. You're not sick anymore" he whispered in between sobs. "Tega, you, Sya!" Kayshan's body was shaken violently.

"Leleeeeeeeeee!" gauri's screams pushed for his uncle's room door. Kamala and Efendi hurriedly followed the big boy.

The sight they found. Gauri roared pulling Kayshan's shirt. However, Kamala immediately held the grandson and calmed him down.

"City ... E-eell?" tanya Efendi.

Gauri's cry echoes so Kamala exits the room and Emran enters.

Efendi bent his knees, sitting near Kayshan who was still hugging his daughter while crying.

The old hand trembled, as it grabbed Elea's wrists drooping on Kay's side.

"Allahu Akbar." The old man lowered his head deeply, instantly covering his face. Efendi sniffled.

"Els! sorry mom!"

Emran could no longer wait, he crouched there, touching his sister's hand.

Before long, the clear grain fell, the sound of his weight was increasingly raucous when he said, "Innalilahi wa inna .. ilaihi rojiun."

Kamala walked in again with the already calmer Gauri. She's stunned. "E-eell? ... K-kaayyy?"

"Lelee!" Gauri hugged her grandmother's neck tightly. And before long, the girl was silent.

"Gauri!" peekik Kamala panicked. He ran outside even though his knee joint hurt.

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Sorry if the sentence is not good. Typo dsb's. Do not revise, can twist the writing of this chapter aja Alhamdulillah.