Light For Gus Mu
Chapter 91: A gift from Abi
After looking closely at her baby, examining every inch of her two babies' physical perfection, Wafi came out and those who were willing to look, could only look through the photos for now.
”God, the grandchildren of mother,” Sara said and continued to stare at the screen hape her daughter-in-law.
”Alhamdulillah, Mu,” said Fara and rubbed Wafi's shoulder. The man was sitting and waiting for Shafiyah to come out or not.
A nurse approached. Wafi stood up when his wife's name was called, Shafiyah was already conscious but it was only her husband that she was looking for. Wafi immediately followed the steps of the nurse and his wife will be transferred to the nursery. Wafi who was only capable of ordinary classes, was confused when his wife was taken to a VIP room. Herman changed it, it was not easy for him, especially Adi also worked at the hospital. Shafiyah had not said much, she closed her eyes and felt her immovable body.
The nurse left and now Wafi and Shafiyah are both. Wafi tidied up his wife's veil, then he leaned over, hugging Shafiyah tightly. The sound of her husband's cry made Shafiyah also cry.
”Why? Abi bawling si.”
”I sentil can not si? You don't know, I'm devastated to see your body seen by doctors and nurses, I'm sick, when your stomach's in the sky. Is it sick, dear? Abi's wife is very strong, Masya Allah,” he said continues to praise, and caress the pale face of Shafiyah.
”I can drink yet? I'm thirsty,” added Shafiyah hoarse.
”Let's say doctor, patience yes dear.”
”I can't move my legs, half my body is stiff, a. I'm scared."
”Doctor's word, it's an anesthetic reaction. Be patient, there is no reason why.”
”I want to see our kids, why don't my kids have bi?"
”In the nursery, you can see our children later." Wafi smiled, he turned his head and the family came. Shafiyah just glanced and watched her mother who won.
”Your kids.” Sara showed me the Wafi hape screen and Shafiyah watched carefully, her tears dripping, looking at the two babies who continued to squirm in her stomach, now born into the world even with surgery.
Wafi wiped his wife's tears gently. Hape in the hands of his mother-in-law shook, an incoming call from Hanan. I don't know how many times, from morning until now, the man kept calling Gus Mu. Gus Mu received his hape, he bailed out to pick up the phone. There may be something important, until Hanan keeps calling.
Wafi stepped over while talking to Hanan, Hanan came with someone, who had been waiting for Gus Mu since morning at the shop. Intending to meet with Gus Mu, until now, Hanan took him to the hospital. Hanan did not have the heart, seeing that the person who wanted to meet Gus Mu was an old old man.
Wafi stopped stepping, he stepped again with a slow step, paying attention to the cashier and confusion on how to pay the rest of the hospital fees, for the event later and others, and others, he had no money above thirty million, while Sc's operating costs were 18-20 million.
”How to pay for everything? It's tough and heavy,” he added inwardly. Wafi lowered his head and walked over quickly, it seemed, he was going to sell his car, although it was certain, Noah would be very angry at him.
As long as he walked, his mind branched and ungodly. Arriving outside, on the hospital terrace, he saw Hanan with an old man, wearing a suit, carrying a bag.
”That's Gus Mu, his son the late Pak Kyai Fashan Ali,” Hanan said and the man turned to Wafi. Wafi just silently stared, watching, the man who looked at him from the tip of the foot to the tip of the head. He was astonished and finally ventured closer.
”You... His son, Fashan?" the man asked. His hands are tight, touching your shoulder.
”Iya, my son abi Fashan,” Wafi replied awkwardly.
”We can talk? It's about money, son,” said the man and Wafi lowered his head in lethargy.
”Yes Allah, does Abi have any debts? My burdens are many, whether my trials can not be stacked like this, O God. If abi has debt, and this burdensome abi, I promise I will pay it off, but now, I am very confused.” The Wafi complaint in his mind.
Wafi and Jafar went to a simple restaurant across from the hospital. Jafar ordered food, Wafi silently daydreamed.
”How old are you, son?" ask Jafar.
”29, I know abi where?” Her voice raspy.
”We're friends, school friends.” Ja'far pulled the bag he had brought onto the table. Pushing him in front of Wafi. Wafi was silent and did not understand.
”Do I have debt? Howmany? I'll pay, I promise. But not now, my wife has just given birth by surgery, can it give me time relief, sir?" he begged pity. ”I'm poor, I only have money for my wife's labor process now, please sir." Wafi looked down and his eyes were red, unable to hold him back.
Jafar smiled, seeing the responsibility is so great, his best friend is not wrong to educate children.
”I have the same debt abi you, this is the money, I return it in cash, like abi you give it to me also in cash. 60 million, I have counted it many times, I have, but afraid of being wrong,” said Jafar and Wafi tendering his back rough.
”Pak..” Wafi shook his head, whether the man before him was honest or lying, was this a trap? From people who don't like it?
”For God's sake, I have no intention of delaying pay, but I just have now. I was in debt, my family was starving, me and Abi you were not close friends, I came to him when Abi you had a big event in Jambi, I begged, asked for a loan, I asked for a loan, after I got it, a week later, I heard Abi you died, honestly... I'm in shock." Jafar looked down, how attached he was to the memory, how the friend who helped him smiled, laughed, and did not hesitate to help him. ”Fashan Ali once said to me, his wealth is so hard to spend, devoted even continue to grow, shared also the same, Fashan was very afraid, his wealth became his reckoning to be a long time later, he said, Fashan was very afraid, lucky to meet me, to be able to give her sustenance and she said also, everything that happens because of God's destiny. Somehow God is so hard to give me a way, to pay this big debt, because I was afraid, before I died, my debt was still not paid off,” he continued heavy. Her eyes were watering and Wafi was also crying hearing that. Indeed, alms will never make us poor, increase and get the reward, so great is the Goodness of God. Activities that are so profitable, but so heavy to run, especially to be accompanied by a sense of sincerity.
How sorry is he, because Suudzon has been to God and his ashes, this is help? In times of distress, God presents a past figure from the father to help him. Wafi's body broke out in cold sweat, his hands shaking violently, he was eager to shout, calling his ashes. It's gone, but why, the help from her ashes feels real. Nothing is impossible if Allah wills, a gift from Fashan Ali for the birth of his twin grandson, a favor from Fashan Ali, for the child who is burdened.
”Yes Allah, Abi..” His screams were so bitter, he leaned over and covered his face red from crying. ”Abi... Thanks, for everything. Thanks for helping aa.”
Wafi's request as a child.
Wafi often ride his big motorcycle while in the parking lot, repeatedly fell he did not care, he was often piggybacked on the front, and his two younger siblings in the back, he was often, going around the village or going around the pesantren with their abi, is a favorite activity, every dusk comes, and if their abi is not busy.
”Abi, aa if you already want a big motor yes,” the door is so plain, while wiping the ab motor, and Fashan yanh is writing a schedule list, in a yellow note books book, and, look over.
”Yes a, later abi buyin." Gus Fashan smiled sweetly.
”No, aa want to buy yourself,” Wafi insisted.
”Abi buyin, but if aa has been to college later. 19 years,” he said giving conditions.
”19 years, Abi? Aa new 6 years now.” Wafi frowned, and approached her ashes. He climbed on the lap of his ashes, sitting there, which was sturdier than a chair made of expensive wood.
"Yes is still a long time, studying diligently, do'ain Abi, hopefully there is a provision, make your buyin moge and finance your education to bachelor." She had her son's hair soft.
”Aa wants to be a martial artist, do not want to go to college," Wafi snorted and Gus Fashan chuckled.
”You do not understand, child, education and hobbies are important, more importantly, you understand the science of religion, so you can help abi ngurus pesantren." Trying to understand.
”Kan Abi is there,” chirpnya origin, 6-year-old child, who understands the words of his ashes are always serious.
”But abi will surely age. You have to learn, keep the attitude, keep the anger, so that everyone appreciates you for behavior, not limited to being respected just because of the title of a "Gus".” Gus Fashan smiled, then hugged Wafi tightly, tickling his son's waist until Wafi laughed on his lap.
A father's hope and prayer, at the age of 19. Wishing his son success because of performance, but in fact. His son went to prison for killing two suspects, who abused his daughter.
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”I don't know, what to say. But... I feel this dream,” said Wafi and Ja'far smiled.
Jafar pulled out yellow notebooks, which were obsolete, at an age meal. The book was left behind on the show, and Ja'far had time to read it, too,
she was about to return it, but she was shocked when she found out Fashan was gone. And intend to return it while paying the debt.
Wafi received it and checked every leaf that had faded. He smiled, looking at his own scribbles, at his ashes book. Wafi continued to check and pay attention to every single note of his ashes. He stopped on a paper bearing the names of Fashan, Raihanah, and their three children.
”Aa, Abi dear same aa, Abi angry because Abi dear. Aa was a child, did not know what was good and bad, if it was big, would have understood, why abi forbid this, and that. Healthy yes, all children abi, and also you, my dear Raihanah.”
Wafi smiled faintly read it, his fingers groping the writing gently.
Jafar asked Wafi to sign a letter proving the repayment of all his debts, Jafar was relieved, and congratulated him on the birth of twins Wafi and Shafiyah. He could not see, as he had to return to Jambi immediately. Not in vain he came, the debt was settled, the longing for Fashan Ali was slightly treated, after seeing Wafi.
The night was getting late, Wafi accompanied Shafiyah and her family came, uminya so happy to see her twin grandchildren, Afsheen and Bayyin moreover, wanted to carry but not dare. In the nursery, Shafiyah was crying. Feeling the pain and pain of the former operation. The anesthetic began to weaken, Wafi continued to encourage him. The pain of giving birth is normal there is an end, but the pain with SC surgery up to the year is still felt, want to give birth to normal or Sc, both the same, bet life and very noble.
”Pengen see Athalla equals Albanna bi,” whine Shafiyah.
”You can not walk first, use a wheelchair yes,” said Wafi and Shafiyah nodded.
Wafi went to look for a wheelchair, and asked the doctor or nurse if he could take his wife out to the nursery.
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