Immaculacy
Vim

Worth it, 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.

Moments later, she came back in for a bath. An hour later he was at the dinner table, with the device in his hand.

"Hello, papa! Juna left for a few days, Pa! Go to the hospital. Juna's friend is sick!" he said fast free of barriers.

"Where's your friend?" a voice sounded from across there, Juna turned off his phone connection. Then press the green icon with the phone logo inside. He typed quickly, then pressed the picture with the logo of the paper plane. Soon the phone rang.

"Have you arrived, sir?" he asked when he had heard the word "Hello" in a flat object attached to his ear.

"Okay, wait!" he said end the call. Spend the bread in his hand and then drink the remaining milk half a glass.

"Mother, Juna is leaving! Assalamu'alaikum!" he kissed the back of his mother's hand that had just come to the dinner table.

"Loh! papa's permission yet, son? If you ask me, what did my mother say? did you tell the doctor the same?" with anxiety Cindy drove her daughter to meet the taxi that was in front of her house.

"Already mother! Already everything. Mother just calm down!"

"Where are the sick friends, son? How do I bring all the suitcases?" trying to dig up as much information as possible, afraid that her husband would be angry to let his son go without knowing where he was headed.

"To Malaysia, mother! Assalamu'alaikum." said Juna raised his car glass and said "Road, sir" to the driver.

"Geez! Malaysia." - Malaysia." Cindy was shocked to hear the boy's words. How else, it is impossible for him to chase and stop a taxi that has gone far and is no longer visible.

"Wa'alaikumsalam!" he said desperate. What to say to her husband later.

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Flying high above the clouds, the red-plate airline was already running half of its destination, just a few minutes away, passengers will be able to set foot on the ground where the old Fort Cornwallis fortress that stood in the days of British rule.

A couple with two young boys were preparing to come down. One of the children was still in his mother's arms who walked cautiously down the stairs.

"Mom, bude is the house here?" ask the child who was waiting under the stairs.

"Not that said mommy Hafiz was living in Malang! then why are we going to Penang?" he asked enthusiastically, he was still not up to five years old, but his intelligence could be thumbs up.

"Yes, honey. Bude is sick! We're here to look. Mommy is not calm, mom wants to see bude directly!" aisyah explained why they were there right now, patiently.

"Come, hurry. Ahmad is in the parking lot!" Erwin took little Tio from Aisyah's sling. While Malik followed his Papi steps with a little running.

"We'll wait for Juna to arrive, yeah! We just went to the hospital together" said Ahmad so Erwin and his family to meet him in the parking lot PIA.

In Taxi

"Is, why did I say this to her! Come on, I've been a city prisoner I made it!" Juna smacked a flat object in his hand into his head that felt filled with frustration.

Tring, the message notification sounds on the phone.

"I'm at the airport!" the writing in the message was read by Juna with widened eyes. The message sent by a man with the contact name of Doctor Love was successful in making the annoyance stuck channeled through screams.

"Let'soo!" juna's screams suddenly stopped the taxi he was riding.

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The hospital room is now quiet, there are only patients sitting on the cage. With the book in his lap, also the pen that is now in his right hand. There was boredom in his heart. Want it to feel he left the room, even though it was just about changing the atmosphere. Understand it has been more than four days he just stayed on top of the cage.

"Not a Muslim is afflicted by disease or the like, but Allah will abort with him his sins like a tree which leaves his leaves."((HR. Bukhari and Muslim).

The hadith strengthens it, gives the spirit of accepting all the destinies of the powerful. God's destiny for him is accepted with sincerity. May his sins be diminished by this.

The door of the room opened, Mai entered with a pack of food, followed by Hafiz with Ana.

"Well, why didn't Hafiz join Abi Friday prayers?" ask Mila to find her son who came to see her.

"Let no one come, Umma!" answer Hafiz explained, it is true that Dzaki did not stop by the inn to pick up Hafiz praying congregation.

"So Abi hastily departed. Abi called grandma!" Ana helps explain.

"Oh, yes, I have. Earlier, Abi left here was already "salary" in the mosque. Come hug Umma, umma miss it!" Mila pulled Hafiz's hand, hugged her. His right hand felt pierced, red liquid looks slightly up from the infusion hose that had seemed clear.

"Let's!" Mila grimaces, enduring pain.

"Be careful! if you use that infusion, do not be hard, the blood will be!" Mai massaged Mila's right hand trying to ease her pain. Then impatiently, call the nurse who was across the room Mila because the blood had started to change the color of the cloth dressing needle infusion in the hand of Mila.

"Mommy, Mila wants to eat!" he said with the intonation of the voice that began to normal, as before. Miraculous, because the spirit to heal is peaking so that it has a positive effect on his body. The pain in his neck began to improve.

"Yes, I made ya! It's my mom's got some fat rice." Mai opened a pack of rice she had brought, put it on her plate and gave it to Mila. Hem, fragrance. Mila smelled the fragrant fatty rice wrapped in banana leaves.

"Thank God, God has granted our prayers. May this be a good sign, may the servant child be healthy again as before!" Do'a Mai inwardly, so pleased to see Mila eating so voraciously.

Hafiz who sat on a cage in front of his ummanya also seemed happy to see his ummanya who was not in pain anymore swallow his food.

"Hafiz, dear umma. Eat a lot, yes. Get healthy fast!" he said he gave a genuine smile. Mila smiled looking at the handsome face of her son.

"Yes, Son! Umma needs to heal!" mila's spirit in heart.

When we are sick, God draws three things. First God took the joy out of his face. Both Gods have taken away his appetite. Third, God takes away his sins. After Healing, God gave back everything except sin.