Immaculacy
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The sound of crying that tried to be held was heard slowly, the man who was asleep in the hospital room chair blinked his eyes.

Look at the watch on his right wrist. Right at midnight.

"Why, Honey! where's that sick?" said Dzaki approached his wife who was still sobbing. There was no answer, only a hug that Dzaki received when their position was no longer spaced.

"Today, our wedding anniversary. I'm sorry, if you can't be a good wife, you can't be a good mother to your child. I'm sorry, because it's been troubling everyone and bothering you, Mom! Hopefully in five years of our marriage, we can be a happy family, sadinah, mawaddah and warohmah. Thank you for all the love and affection you have given me. I love you, Mas!" the writing in the notebook that Mila gave to Dzaki. Mila did ask Dzaki for a book for communication, because her mouth and neck hurt.

"Oh, Yes. My wife's Happy Anniversary. Well, I don't think yes, we celebrate it here. Yumy! Honeymoon again!" he said he was holding the notebook. Then he put down, and hugged tightly his weeping wife.

"Seriously dong, Mas" he whispered forcing himself to talk.

"Yes, sorry...sorry!" his hug tightened, clutching his sweet wife. The door opened, the nurse entered the room. The veiled nurse was shocked to see the patient in front of her.

"Ustadzah! ustadz!" she looked at Mila and Dzaki in turn. Dzaki looked at Mila, furrowing his brows, as if asking "who is this woman, deck?" while Mila who was looked at, furrowed her brows, remembering. "It seems I know him." he said inwardly.

"Zahira!" the word came out of Mila's mouth. With a hoarse and slow voice, but can still be heard by two pairs of human ears in the room.

His memory flashbacks to their first meeting place in the library at that time.

"Yes, God. Kenape's sister?" Zahira sat at the end of the cage, massaging Mila's blanket-covered legs. Actually, it's a question that doesn't need to be answered. Judging from the patient data, Zahira must have known. Why is Mila there right now.

"When I saw the patient data three days ago, Ira did read the name of the brother, actually when Ira also read it remembered the brother. Ira just doesn't think it's possible, I'm sick like this! Well, there's no Zahira picket schedule here!"

"Abang Ahmad, kene know this!" Zahira took the device in his pocket. That pale hand stopped Zahira's movements, and shook her head.

"Nobody knows!" dzaki said, answering the question mark on Zahira's mind.

"Well!" Zahira sighed, looking at Dzaki who placed his forefinger in front of his lips.

"Oh, ok. I checked for a second!" Zahira checked Mila's situation. Act as a medical professional at the hospital. Usually the schedule of midnight visits is just checking the infusion or there are complaints that are felt sandsn only. But because the patient also woke up plus the nurse knew him, nothing was checked.

"Bring a break, brother. Healing soon!" Pamit Zahira to Mila and Dzaki, he was about to visit another room. Today's the Zahira shif's first picket night. Therefore, he was only able to meet Mila who happened to be hospitalized because of her condition which has become weaker in the past three days.

"Sleep again, it's morning too!" said Dzaki rubbed and kissed his wife's forehead.

"Repeat healed. Don't you want to receive our wedding anniversary gift?" Dzaki smelled a smile, deliberately hanging his words, hoping his wife was curious. And it seems like the way it works.

"Mas, what do you want?" mila said in a loud voice.

"Look directly at the qibla of Muslims around the world, then stop by the green dome mosque, then to the cafe Ulya which opens a branch there!" said Dzaki raised his eyebrows after whispering in his wife's ear. Mila widened her eyes!

"Seriously, Mas?" the pain in his neck suddenly no longer felt.

"Cheal first. After healing we leave!" said Dzaki laid his body on a cage. Mila shifted her body. They both slept in a barn. Like the first night five years ago.

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The shoulder-haired woman in her sleeping pajamas was seen still busy with a pile of invitations scattered in her bed. Sometimes he yawns because the clock is about one in the morning.

He opened his glasses and placed them on the nightstand next to his bed. Take his gawai, check the messages sent to his best friend.

"Cock hasn't been countered, huh? but it's been read. He is not usually gini. For three days he had no news. I'll call tomorrow!" said alone. He laid his tired body next to the scattered invitation.

Two hours later the alarm on his phone went off. The woman just let it go. The sound of the door opening, and the clattering of steps approaching.

"Sister, the alarm went off. Wanna wake up or go to sleep again? I want to be a wife, wake up hard, sister!" said the woman.

"Hm. if doctor Tirta knows, his future wife is lazy like this, it could be canceled. Not married!" said the woman called Mother.

"Wildamah! find it again later! there will be another doctor!" said Juna who is currently sitting with laziness.

"Obviously the habit! No need to be sweet!" Cindy held the chin of her firstborn. Although she is only a connecting mother, but her affection is sincere. Cindy leaves behind Juna who is still sleepy. Juna took his Hape to see the message he sent but it was still unrequited. He pressed the icon with the phone handle.

The number you are going to is either inactive or out of range.

"Never-be this fella, turn off the hape. Why are you Mila? I don't feel good!" Juna tried calling a number that read HUSBAND MILTUL.

tuuut.

"Hello, Assalamu'alaikum" said Dzaki

"Wa'alaikumsalam, bang. This is Juna bang, Mila's friend from school! remember, bang! Is there a Mila bang? how not to reply my chat from last night, ah. not even last night. Four days is the same today. Bang out! How are you quiet, brother?" Mila raised her voice saying as many Halo words as she could until she got an answer from her opponent.

"Just a second! I'll call you later." replied Dzaki whispering.

"Why.. why also nan...."

tut.. tut...tut. disconnected calls.

"What's this brother, maen shut him down!" Juna threw his toy into the bed, walking towards the bathroom. The dawn service was completed a few minutes ago.

In the hospital

"So, is it still a long time inside?" Dzaki knocked on the bathroom door.

"He-it!" said Mila.

"Mas, come out for a second! There was a phone call earlier, it seemed important!"

"Yes, Mas. No papa. It can be alone!" said Mila who looked very fresh this morning.

Dzaki came out of the room, walked a little away, approaching the chairs in the corner of the room. Looking at his device, he called back the call that came into his device a few minutes ago.

"Hello!" answer the guy from across there.

"Hello, this is Juna!"

"Yes la, Bang! I just called her. Oh... Yeah, where's Mila bang?"

"If you are sick, please pray, Juna. Now that we're in Penang, Mila is radiotheraphy here. Four days ago he dropped. So it has to be hospitalized here."

"Well, why don't you tell her!" juna's voice was shaking.

"He won't burden you! Juna's wedding will be a month away, he said Juna thought!" dzaki

"Ah, there's only this Mila! like someone else was for me. From last night, I felt bad! Make up, bang, already want to know me" said Juna hang up his phone.

"Well, I didn't feel good from last night, apparently why the hell did I know you were sick! I don't want you to seem to be praying. Just watch out for you, I'll catch your head later!" Juna dropped his suitcase from the top of the closet. Put some clothes, mukena along with her small prayer mat. Juna glanced at the wall clock, it was six at least ten. He forgot something.

"Gosh, I haven't prayed at dawn!" he said, immediately running to take ablution back.

This morning prayer, so solemn. Do'a as sincerely said from Juna's lips, expecting the healing of his best friend.