HIJAIYAH LOVE
Haru Biru in ICU

After being satisfied crying together, Karen invites Hanafi to go to her house. How shocked Hanafi saw all the decorations attached there. Flowers as well as decorations and table guest chair invitations. It looks simple but very signifying that, just about to be held a wedding party.

Hanafi rubbed his chest while saying Istighfar in his heart.

" Look, everything looks like a joke. The entire room has been decorated with decorative furnishings is also ready, even penghulu has also come. But he did not come, until one by one the invited guests went while laughing at my sadness" said Karen told me in a sad tone.

" Patience, this must be God's will. When can we get married and see your papa?" hanafi asked looking at the grieving Karen.

" It's night, tomorrow we go to the penghulu, about your file let Mr. Yazid take care of it." said Karen.

" Can I go to the hospital to see your papa?" ask Hanafi. And a nod by Karen.

A little while later, the poor girl went to the room to clean herself up and changed clothes. Karen who had never worn the hijab, in honor of the man who had volunteered to be her husband, that night in front of Hanafi, she wore a skirt suit and a cassual top combined with a phasmina hijab.

" Subhanallah turned out to be really pretty when this girl hijab." Hanafi muttered staring at Karen's change.

Karen blushed in embarrassment as Hanafi looked at her with a look of admiration.

" Can I call you Han?" karen asked doubtfully.

" Oh yes, of course. Let's !!" hanafi.

The two went to the hospital in their own cars. Karen went with the family driver.

" Who is that young man, sorry if you ask?" ask mang Udin.

" He's Han Mang, tomorrow we're getting married" Karen replied.

" Married? non Karen sure?? what non does not suspect or fear if the young man uses miss." said mang Udin.

" Mang, can't suudzon like that. Karen believes Han is a good young man, a destiny that has brought us together." Karen replies.

Shortly after circling the city streets in the middle of the night, the two different cars arrived at the hospital.

Hanafi walked hand in hand with Karen, towards the ICU room.

Karen went to see the doctor who was on guard that night. Begging Hanafi to be allowed in for a short visit.

" Thank you doc." said Karen to the young doctor on guard.

Han changed into the clothes given by the nurse. He immediately entered the ICU room with a sterilization suit.

Remembering the late father, beside his future father-in-law Han cried as he pleased.

In the grasp of that helpless weak hand, whispering something into the old pro's ear.

" Assalamu'alaikum om, my name is Hanafi Abdillah. I deliberately came here to ask for do'a blessing, so that om bereave our marriage tomorrow. And please pray that our marriage will always be happy in the afterlife. Han promised to make Karen happy." that was the sound of the words whispered by Hanafi, right in the middle middle-aged man's ear.

Although unable to open his eyes, the hand held by Hanafi seemed to respond, with a little move and Hanafi could feel the movement.

" Thank you for the blessing" said Hanafi, smiling as he wiped his tears.

Karen who stared at the heartwarming scene in the ICU room from behind the glass door, also sobbed when she saw Hanafi repeatedly kissed the hand of the father.

Mang Udin who was also standing beside Karen was moved.

" May the young man be sincere to non Karen. Poor miss all this time she has suffered a lot since the divorce of her parents." muttered mang Udin.

Because the visiting hours are also limited, then now change Karen who entered the ICu room.

" Good night pa, forgive your son for failing to make your last wish come true. But Karen believes Han is a good young man, hikssss.... Karen asked Papa's do'a blessing so that our wedding tomorrow went smoothly. Papa has to heal yes for Karen hikssss hikssss." whispered Karen as she cried as she pleased and sobbed.

As was done to Hanafi just now, the hand of the papa also moved as if giving his approval and blessing.

Even in the corner of my eye, the name of Papa Karen. Rolling the crystal clear grains, seeing this, the princess also clutched the body of the father tightly and sobbed more.

" Thank you papa huuuu. Papa has to heal to see us happy huuuuuuuuu.." said Karen still hugging the body of the father.

From behind the glass door, Hanafi gave the code through a knock, so that Karen stopped crying and immediately came out.

Mang Udin, the driver of the Mangku family who has worked for decades, was sad to see the condition of the employer that was getting weaker.

Karen came out with tears in her eyes. Hanafi could only pat the poor girl on the shoulder, to be strong and firm.

" Patience, strengthen your heart. I know you're a tough girl, for your papa's sake. Stop crying, we just pray for the best for him." said Hanafi calm Karen.

The night is rolling, without feeling the clock shows two o'clock in the morning. Karen went home to Hanafi, and Hanafi returned home. The two split up to their homes.

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SERIATE......