HIJAIYAH LOVE
The Story of Azzam and Annisa
One month later.....
A beautiful and bright morning in the city of M, decorated with the warm glow of the morning sunshine, the sound of the earthy chirping of birds as if to witness the birth of a little angel into the world.
" Well, what's with my stomach, it hurts so much." lamented Annisa, holding her distended stomach, with a grimacing expression enduring the pain, which often comes periodically.
" Well, baby we go to the hospital soon, don't be delayed again, I don't want to hear the reason dear later. I don't want anything to happen with you and our son." concluded Azzam while preparing the equipment of the wife.
Annisa's face began to be flooded with sweat, even looking pale like never before. After finishing preparing the equipment, Azzam immediately carried the body of the wife into the car, while the security guard was on guard, ordered by Azzam to take them to the hospital.
" Smister hurry up a little ! pity my wife is already in pain." Azzam said his hand continued to wipe the sweat that flooded the wife's face.
" Good sir." said the security guard.
Upon arrival at the hospital, Azzam's car stopped right in front of the IGD room door. The nurses and a doctor came over, as Azzam got out of the car carrying his wife's body.
" Please put your wife here !" one of the doctors in charge of pointing the direction of the bed in question, Azzam also put Nisa's body on the bed.
" Please save my wife and my son doc !" azzam said pleading with a worried face.
" Okay sir, let us examine your wife as soon as possible, please complete the administration first, to perform the operation on the patient. Because it looks like your wife has been limp, lost energy." concluded the doctor while examining the condition of Annisa at that time.
Without a word, Azzam rushed to the administration room, and immediately signed the approval file for Cesar's operations.
With shaky steps and a feeling of concern, Azzam returned to the IGD room, where the nurses seemed to have prepared to take Annisa to the operating room. Azzam immediately approached and stood beside his wife, encouraging her.
" Dear must be strong yes, for my sake and our son. Pray in your heart that our baby will be born safe, I love you dear." whispered Azzam as he peeked at his wife's forehead, and the crystal-clear granules began to pool in the corner of Azzam's eye-pleaser.
" It hurts so much mas hiksss, Nisa is not strong anymore. Allah auu was sick." Nisa's face turned pale. Her hand squeezed the husband's hand.
" Doctor, allow me to come inside , accompany my wife. I want to witness firsthand the birth of my child." pinta Azzam pleaded with the doctor.
" Well Mr. Azzam, given the history of the condition of the womb of Annisa's mother had been injured before, maybe the operation this time will take a short time, please you also pray a lot. Oh yes just now the blood bank informed that the blood type stock as owned by the patient, is currently empty. We are still trying our best to find donors, to anticipate if bleeding occurs in patients. Please also help us to find a donor who matches your wife's blood type." said the doctor, then immediately headed to the operating room, followed by the nurse who pushed Annisa's gurney.
Along the corridor to the operating room, Azzam continued to whisper the lafadz of God in the ear of his wife, his hands also unceasingly wiped the sweat, as well as the tears of Nisa.
The operating table is ready, Nisa's body has been moved to the bed. All the occupants of the room, including Azzam, appeared to be wearing all-blue clothes.
Azzam immediately contacted the whole family and asked for a do'a, as well as finding a suitable donor for Nisa's blood. The whole family rushed to find donors, even making announcements on social media at the time, because the blood type needed was empty.
" Patient Zam, son, do not ever take the bagbih out of your hands, ask Allah for the delivery to be carried out. Safa is heading to the blood bank, hopefully there is still sustenance for Nisa and my granddaughter." said Kyai Waffiq from behind a flat object attached to Azzam's cheek.
" Yes abi, thank you for the prayer." The phone call ended.
Near the wife Azzam's mouth kept getting wet with the phrase dhikr. His hand also incessantly twisted every single thread of prayer beads he held. Occasionally the man who is famous by the nickname ustadz or polar lecturer, shed tears.
Two months before birth, doctors once advised Azzam, while delivering Nisa's monthly routine check-up.
" In fact, the content of Annisa's mother is very risky Mr. Azzam, because her enthusiasm and desire to be able to get pregnant is so great, then I as a doctor can only encourage. But as a man who has faith, I believe in the miracle of God, proven your wife can get pregnant, but according to medical science, the possibility of getting pregnant is very small. But your belief in God is so strong, it proves that miracles do exist. Therefore, if something happens during the flow process later, you have to prepare yourself for the worst that could happen. May the miracle happen again when it comes." gynecologist's message to Azzam at that time.
Time goes on, the woman who rolled helplessly, now began to be unconscious because of the influence of drugs that doctors gave.
The doctor began the delivery of Annisa with several young doctors and nurses, one by one the medical devices in use, Nisa's stomach had been torn by the incision of the operating knife, the entire room looks hopeful anxious, and the whole room looks, given Nisa's declining condition, the labor process awaited by many families finally went smoothly after a few minutes through a stressful situation.
The sound of the cry of a tiny baby that was saved by the doctor, was heard blaringly filled the operating room.
" Oek oek oek oek oek ..." baby Azzam and Annisa's crying voice.
" Allahhuakbar, Allahuakbar, Subhanallah, Walhamdulillah." said Azzam immediately when he heard the cry of his baby, a baby boy, had been born safely. Azzam immediately made a prostration of gratitude in the operating room at that time. The happy cry of this polar man also broke, between the taste of haru, anxious and happy. Can no longer express words other than dhikr sentences that represent the expression of his feelings.
The whole family outside the operating room was happy and happy, when the sound of baby crying sounded out.
" Alhamdulillah, Allahhuakbar." said the whole family there at the same time. Everyone was crying happily.
" Thank God our grandchildren are finally born safe" said Kyai Waffiq and umi Fatimah, both of whom embraced. Likewise, the couple Amir and Devi seemed happy in their cries.
After the baby was rescued, the nurse immediately cleaned the baby's tiny body that looked clean white without the slightest blood stains on his body. After being cleaned and the umbilical cord cut, the little angel now wears clothes for the first time in the world. Beautiful baby eyeballs are seen staring at a speck of light that shines on it. His mouth looks cute and adorable. A blend of the face of the Arab and Indonesia. Round eyes and pliable eyelashes, sharp nose and deep black hair and clean white skin. What a beauty and grace so perfect.
Azzam immediately proclaimed the Adhan in the right ear of the son, and it ended with the iqomah of the left ear. In Azzam's embrace, the cute baby seemed to enjoy every touch and kiss Azzam gave.
On the operating table, the sound of the monitor beside Annisa sounded, indicating that Nisa's heart rhythm was unstable, blood pressure was also decreasing, while bleeding during childbirth continued to flow. The doctor panicked at the time.
Azzam, who turned to his wife, immediately put the son back into the incubator. Approaching bed Nisa. His tears flowed again as his wife's face grew fiercer, without the slightest aura.
" Wake up baby, let's see our son. He is handsome like you his face, hikssss.. Let's wake up baby, for the sake of me and our son, hiksss." Azzam's soft voice interrupted Isak's cry. Smell at the wife's face.
Azzam's soul seemed to have disappeared half at that moment, his strength seemed to have dissipated. When the body is weak, it becomes more helpless. Even doctors are so anxious, because the blood they need is not there yet.
When the sad thing happened, the voice of Adhan Dzuhur was heard. Azzam again kissed his wife's forehead, whispering his passion for the woman he loved so much. And a moment later, the polar man ran towards Adzan reverberating, precisely behind the hospital area.
After running far enough while occasionally asking the people around where the mosque is located, then finally Azzam arrived in front of the mosque that is not so big.
This man immediately rushed to take ablution, performing Dzuhur prayer, there Azzam shed his tears, complaining to the owner of all life on this earth.
" O Allah, there is no power and effort that I can do other than to go to MU. Show greatness and power - MU, save the servant's wife, we need her most, especially the little angel you just sent into this world. She needs her mother's love and affection. Do not separate mother and son, O God, give us the opportunity once more to be a family that You love. Give the Miracle to the wife of Annisa Rahmadania's servant, Aamiin Ya Robbal'aalamiin." the phrase strands do'a that Azzam proposes.
After being content to bow down and bow down to the Khalik. Azzam again made his move towards the operating room. And it turned out that a woman was lying next to her wife, her hand was attached to a hose for blood transfusion.
Again this man made a prostration of gratitude again, even though the woman's face did not look who she was. Azzam was very grateful, finally God again granted his prayer.
" Tit tit tit tit tit tit tit.." The sound of the monitor screen ad beside Annisa.
Flashback....
Safa had given up hope when she arrived at the blood bank. Because after he arrived it turned out that the donor stopped to donate his blood.
Safa returned empty-handed, hoping to save the Kaka-in-law. Of all the PMI offices he went to all the blood stock was empty.
A woman who heard the news that Annisa was critical and needed a donor to the woman's ears. Her heart felt called to help Nisa, remembering the kindness that the couple had done to her and the son.
" Hello Assalamu'alaikum, I am willing to be a donor for Annisa's mother. It just so happens that my blood type is the same as his, if you allow me, let me donate what I have, to repay his kindness." said a woman from behind the phone who was none other than Aulia.
" Wa'alaikumussalam ba good brother, Alhamdulillah once brother is willing to help us, well I will immediately pick up brother, send brother address, I will be there as soon as possible" concluded Safa ended the incoming phone call just now. And the youngest daughter of the couple Kyai Waffiq and umi Fatimah drove her car as fast as lightning, towards where Aulia was.
How shocked Safa when she met the woman who was none other than her ex-fiancee.
But because of the very emergency condition, then Aulia asked Safa to immediately take him to the hospital while telling stories along the way, how he could return to the city of M, M, and meet and know Annisa and Azzam.
flashback off's....
The doctor gave thanks again as the draft on the screen of the monitor beside Annisa, slowly began to show progress. And it started to rise and stabilize again.
Azzam approached the bed of the wife and how surprised that the woman who was noble heart and had saved the wife was none other than Aulia, her former fiance.
" Aulia ... Subhanallah, your soul is so great, your heart is so glorious Lia." said Azzam astonished.
Aulia who was lying down but still realized it turned her head and smiled towards Azzam, who was standing next to Nisa's bed.
" This is me, the man whom God sent to help you, as God once led you to be my helper and savior at that time. I am so grateful to be able to meet you again. At least all the guilt I had a few years ago could have been atoned for by helping Nisa. You are good people, it is not appropriate if I let sadness and distress." said Aulia looked at Azzam and Nisa who were lying down, her tears also dripped to see the condition of Annisa at that time.
" Thank you Li, may Allah repay your kindness and Hamzah." Azzam replied, commenting on a sincere smile as gratitude.
As time went on, Annisa's condition improved after the donor Aulia did. The entire extended family expressed deep gratitude to Aulia.
Even then Amir called his assistant, and sent to send a new car to Aulia's address, as an expression of gratitude for the help of the woman to the beloved princess.
A few days later Annisa was allowed to go home by a doctor. The woman who a few days ago rolled helplessly, now looks cheerful and happy carrying the baby in her arms.
" Oh, dear God finally gives the three of us the opportunity to become a whole family, may our small family always in the Ridhoi of God" said Azzam kissed the forehead of his wife and son. Enjoy the afternoon view from behind the window.
The happiness of the little family of Azzam and Annisa was finally complete with the presence of the little angel whom God sent to them.
They named him JARIS AKBAR MUWAFFIQ.
Aulia has been living happily with Hamzah, managing a bakery that has many workers, where Azzam and Annisa who give her a place to start her new business.
While Safa and Rangga finally got the blessing and pleasure from both sides of their families were married and happy.
The couple Ustadz Hanafi and Karen finally God bestowed them with the presence of a small baby in the stomach of Karen.
While Sinta and Leo also followed the friend Rangga to the pelaminan. The two also end up being a romantic couple, after months Leo continues to pursue and show his love for Sinta.
**AMATE......
Assalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi....
JAZZAQUMULLAH KHAIRAN KATSIR 🙏🙏 I say to all readers, admins and supporters of my novel so far, without great support and support from Kaka, what is my work.
Hopefully in the future can continue to work to provide stories that can inspire us all, as well as reap the wisdom of each event.
A patience, kindness and sincerity is very important to always apply in life, wherever we are. Never look at the value of a person from the cover alone. It may be that if God deigns to change, then even the depraved will be glorious and vice versa.
Continue to do good deeds and sincerity to those around us, maybe that will be our helper when trouble befalls us.
Kaliul Kalam, Wabillahi Taufiq walhidayah, wassalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh 🙏😘🥰🥰
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