Humaira
chapter 13 is dead

Sixty-two days had Humaira left ummi. Passed Ramadan this year. His longing is mounting. A difficult situation to deal with. Both must be done simultaneously. His sadness grew, the doctor he admired was exposed to the coronavirus.

"Assalamu'alaikum Ummi, how are you?"

Humaira tried to find out the Uminya news agency. He's been told to Handi. But he wanted to hear the Ummi voice. Today is very special. The last day of Ramadan is also his birthday.

"Greetings warahmatulloh, Mai. Ummi is good and healthy. How about yourself?" Ummi asked back.

"Ummi ... I miss" Humaira was unable to endure her grief. His sense of kangen defeated his fear of Corona.

Ummi is actually kangen as well. He did not show his sadness. Even so, his voice trembled as well.

"Ummi is also kangen, Mai. Take care of your health, yes. Don't worry about ummi" Ummi was barely able to speak anymore. He imagined how hard Humaira's struggle was. Others gather with their families to celebrate Eid. While her young daughter must battle a deadly virus, Corona. To this day more than a thousand people have died. More than a hundred paramedics have been killed in the fight against the virus.

"Mai, doctor Fahri how's it going?"

"It looks worse, ummi" Humaira sighed. He could not hide his anxiety over the condition of doctor Fahri.

"May the doctor get well soon, Mai. Don't be tired of taking care of it. He has no one else in the world"

"Yes ummi"

"Ummi, I'll call you back tomorrow. I have to get on duty and use PDP. Ummi .. pray for me yes"

Humaira wiped her tears.

"Nnnn ...."

"Yes, baby ..." Ummi felt that Humaira heavily stopped this chatter.

"I miss .... I want to go home, ummi" she chose her tears. He's hiccups.

"Mai, ummi pray for you to be strong. Ummi also hopes the same hopefully this disaster will be finished soon. We can regroup ..." Ummi tried to strengthen Humaira's heart. Ummi wanted to hug her. As usual, if Humaira was sad she hugged him. Rubbing hair.

"Yes, ummi .. I say yes, assalamualaikum" Humaira immediately ran crying. His pace accelerated towards the dressing room.

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Humaira looked at the man's face. The man who patiently guided her in her work. Teaching him about life. A man whose dedication is incredible. Now at a young age who is no longer fighting against the corona. Lay helpless. He was exposed to the virus from the paien he was treating. The commander of the war was hit by enemy bullets.

Doctor Fahri is weak. Forced smile. The face of the girl. Humaira was like her own child. Now, the doctor lives alone. His wife and daughter had long gone before him. So, it was only natural that he would be special to Humaira.

"It feels better, Mai" Doctor Fahri hid what he felt. He keeps Humaira excited.

Humaira clasped Fahri's doctor's hand. He gives spirit. Doctor Fahri's breath looked breathless. He felt a tremendous pain in his chest.

"May, can .... me ... be preserved?" Doctor Fahri breathlessly pleads with Humaira to help him to stay.

"Doctor wants Isha prayers?" Ask Humaira. Doctor Fahri nodded weakly.

Doctor Fahri praying Isya while lying down. He asked for his pillow to be lifted. There was a knock from the door. Humaira looked over for a moment. He again helps Doctor Fahri raise his head pad.

Someone enter. Apparently, Sukma was his co-worker.

"Mai, you were asked to the Rose room" Sukma explained her point. Humaira nodded.

"Sir, I live first. The Rose Room needs my help" Humaira asked Fahri's doctor's permission. Doctor Fahri smiled and nodded his head. Then he performed Isha prayers. Humaira saw him briefly ascertain the condition of doctor Fahri. Humaira remained anxious. He saw the breath of doctor Fahri who was tight. One-on-one took his breath while takbir. His face was pale and seemed to endure the pain in his chest. Actually, I can't leave him.

Humaira rushed towards the Rose room. This female patient is convulsing. Three nurses including himself immediately acted while waiting for the doctor to arrive. Today seven patients have died. The days seem to be not as usual. Although patients who enter this hospital are reduced, it means that the alertness is down.

"May ...." Call someone.

Santi calls Humaira who is busy helping Sukma and Renata. Humaira just looked over for a moment.

Finally, after waiting for Humaira's reaction, Santi approached her. He took her out of the room. Humaira refuses.

"You're what the hell!" Humaira was a little upset.

Santi did not answer. He knew Humaira was angry. But this news was important for him to know. He was obliged to tell her directly.

"I know you're busy, Mai. But I have to talk, Mai!" Santi convinces Humaira.

"Come on Mai ..." Santi forcing. He pulled Humaira's arm. Humaira. But Santi's hand is stronger. Santi dragged her towards another room. The room is still one floor. At the other end of the 6th floor. The longer it gets closer to the end. Humaira just got it.

They arrived in front of the room. Two nurses and a doctor were examining her. The blanket that doctor Fahri wears is trimmed. The blanket was pulled to cover his entire body from the tip of his foot to the head.

Humaira said a sentence.

"Inna lillahi ... "not until the sentence is finished. Humaira hugged Santi. Both were crying. . Humaira fell limp in Santi's arms. Both of them sat on the floor crying and holding the pain. While in the distance there was a voice of a tyrant.