Immaculacy
Don't argue!

From the pain that befalls us, there is something that will remind us of the meaning of health, which will uproot the tree of pride in us, he said, and that will lower the level of ujub in us so that the heart is awake and not sleeping like the sleep of people who are negligent. – Dr. Aidh al - Qarni

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Activity continues again, Malang is still the best place to study. Yes, studying is not only on the bench of school or college. Science can be found anywhere, depending on how we look at it.

Patient knowledge, can be obtained when a mother faces the mischief of her baby. The science of gratitude, when you only have a little time that your husband can give because of his own busyness. And the science of sincerity, when accepting all the trials that are lived. Like this pain.

Mila let out a long sigh, her hand gently stroking the head of her beloved little man. His hand flicked the thick black hair. Hafiz was already sound asleep on his little bed. He is three and a half years old now.

The woman left her son. Slowly open the door, and turn off the light.

Her feet walked down the stairs, found her husband who was still sitting in front of the television was looking at the puppet, occasionally heard a laughing voice.

"Have gone to sleep, yank!" the call was heard again, when they were alone.

"Here you go, my mom." Mila was sitting next to Dzaki.

"Can you borrow his shoulder, Mas?" said Mila slowly, tiredness of a housewife, often lost if the husband gives attention.

"Don't shoulder, the others can too!" Dzaki spread his arms, hugging Mila with the same level of anxiety as when they were both. Dzaki held a fairly slim body that. A little more than it was back home a few years ago.

Mila wrapped her hands around her husband's neck. It seems like they haven't been like this for a long time. It was not that the existence of a small one made their intimacy less, just keeping Hafiz from seeing it.

"Mas, are we going home this year? we have a reunion!" mila said carefully.

"Don't tell another story if you're alone!" dzaki. His face pretended to be pouting. It was as if he could not accept his wife telling him anything else.

Sometimes husband wife while both can act like a teenager.

"Sorry!" mila held back a laugh. If only Hafiz had seen his face like that he would have pulled his nose.

Hafiz grew up with a high level of discipline. Mila's "BAR-BAR" background does not allow her son to be a whiny figure, and Moody. Pouting a little, Mila pulled her nose.

"Don't pout that way! Ugly!, boys can't do that!" said Mila.

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Dzaki woke up in the third night. Before getting off his bed, he hugged his wife who was still sleeping next to him.

"Astaghfiullah!" Dzaki was surprised once his body came into contact with his wife's body.

"It's very hot for your body. Wake up!" call Dzaki a little shake that body.

"Yes, Mom!" Mila sat down, her eyes still closed.

"Mas wants tahajud, huh?" tanyanya saw the clock showing at half-four in the morning.

"So, your body is hot again! tomorrow morning we're going to the doctor!" Dzaki put the back of his hand to his wife's forehead.

"But...."

"Don't argue! it's orders!" reply Dzaki stood up, looking at his wife pity. Draw a towel on the towel stand, enter the bathroom by slamming the door.

Mila who watched was shocked. Why be so angry! he murmured in the heart.

Her tears fell from the corner of her net, I don't want to lose my hair, Mas! lirih. Lying her body in the mattress, curling up with a restrained cry.

Behind the bathroom door, the male figure looked at his face in front of the glass sink. Hopefully everything is not too late, anyway tomorrow must be checked, he said convinced himself to no longer compromise with his wife's disease.

"Hafiz is three and a half years old, already big. It can be if left behind. He also misses Lastri! No more excuses, deck!" said Hafiz found his wife curled up on the bed.

"Bandah, let's tahajjud together. Do not be sad, If you can smile when your heart is full of sorrow, then you are lightening your own burdens and opening one door to happiness!"

"Say Dr. Aidh al-Qarni!" ketus Mila heard her husband's words.

"Na'am" replied Dzaki confirming.

"Creative not!"

"Biarin, I'm going to review because it's repeated!" answer Dzaki by stating a Malay proverb.

"Bell it!" Mila moved from her sleep to the bathroom.

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"Ganglioglioma, first-degree brain tumor. It is considered benign because it does not penetrate the brain tissue around the tumor. Growth is slow too. This can be overcome by radiation. I suggest that as soon as possible, considering that his mother has been experiencing headaches for a long time, right? Let alone the body temperature that can suddenly heat up high!" said neurologist, after seeing the results of a CT scan and a piece of paper from the laboratory.

"Okay, Doc! Thank you, I want the best for my wife!" dzaki stretched out his hand. Then out of the room the doctor took Mila who had been bowed lethargic.

There was no conversation along the hospital corridor. Both of them were silent, up into the car park. They got into the car and drove at a moderate speed.

"Mas, you don't want to!" said Mila who was crying. Dzaki slowed down the speed of his car.

"Didn't love the same, Mommy?" Dzaki glanced at his sweet wife's face.

"It can be healed, baby! still stage one. Just radiation, not chemo!"

"How's hafiz?" still sobbing.

Ciiiits!

Dzaki stopped the car.

"We're home! Hafiz let her be with her grandmother. Adek just choose, want the same ummi or same mamak!, we seek treatment in Penang! Tomorrow we leave!" the thought was immediately there in his mind, if he left Hafiz to bi Lastri, there must be a sense of anxiety in their hearts. Although Bi Lastri was like a brother.But if Hafiz was with his grandmother, surely they were calmer to leave him.

"Can I have a holiday? Will soon be the final exam, student guidance Mas how?" Dzaki seemed to think hearing his wife's words.

"Mas! finish your job here first! We take a long time to treat, it is not possible for the radiation action to be done only once!" mila said she was not willing because her husband's job was neglected.

"Mas will try to finish as soon as possible, if necessary, find a replacement first for a while! Your health is more important!" dzaki's serious face looks like he doesn't want to be denied anymore.

"Yes Allah.. whereas next month our Anniversary, Mas! I was gonna ask you something! But God is like this." Mila leaned her body, the car seat that had been soft soothe, for a moment turned into a wooden rod that hurts her back when leaning there.

"What would you ask for?" tanya Dzaki furrowed both of his eyebrows. Rarely does his wife ask him for anything.

"No, forget it!" mila said, not feeling like continuing the conversation.

The car drove back, the two creatures that were in the car dissolved with their respective minds.

"What does he want?" muttering is one of them.

"What if I can't survive?" muttered another.

While the little man was in his room listening to the murottal of the Qur'an with the cars in his hand. His eyes looked at the ceiling. Ask in your heart why the Ummanya has not yet returned. Bi Lastri still stroked the little man's head, slowly closing his eyes even though the cars remained tightly in his grasp.