Mahabbah Longs
This is Papa Darling

Naura left Rima, who was following the marriage sermon. His heart was not calm. Wanted to know his daughter's situation soon. After getting to the back, she immediately contacted her husband.

"Assalamu'alaikum .., Mas."

"Wa aleikum salam ..., yes ... What's the matter dear?"

"Devra now how?"

"Just pray, honey. The doctor is trying."

"Seriously, Mom."

"We're trying our best."

"Can't you show me how he is?"

"It can't be, Yang. Calm your heart. I'll tell you later that the doctor is done with it. Okay ...."

"I'm worried, Mom."

"I'm the same Mustofa will take care of him."

"I haven't calmed down yet if I haven't seen her condition."

"I understand. If you are like this, the Rima family will be confused. Relax yes .... Later you come home with abbah .... I can't pick you up."

"Alright, Mas. I'm ready first."

"That's better. Not because of Devra, you forgot Akram Akmal. Where they .... I haven't heard her voice ..."

"They are the same ummi and Ifroh in front."

"Yes already, Assalamu'alaikum ...."

"Wa aleikum salam ...."

Ulya deliberately did not tell the truth. He can't stand ....

Worry Naura shock.

Naura returns to her room, tidying up the twins' belongings as well as hers. Thank God, it didn't take long to get everything done. Up to five minutes before the Maghrib adhan roared, he was able to regroup with the Rima family, to enjoy the open together.

Event after event has finished. And vidiopun is turned off. Now all sit back, talk familiarly, just fill the free time, wait for the time to open.

Rima and Mustofa did the same thing, just talking. After a stressful time. That changed the status of both of them. Of course by using vidio in each handpone. They are no longer connected to the television or computer they have.

"Darling, I'm sorry I couldn't come to your place."

"It's okay, Mom. Anyone would make such a decision, if it were in Mas's position."

"Because, Devra's getting hurt pretty bad."

"Actually, how did it go?"

Mustofa's tears fell down from the corner of his eye. And his face stiffened again. For a moment, he was only able to breathe long. And take it out with weight. Until Rima felt guilty, on her own question.

"Mas is too selfish of Devra. The boy was too sweet that I didn't want to let go. He wanted to rest, sleep in the middle seat. But mas prevented it by letting it sleep in the lap of the mas in front. Didn't think there was a high-speed car from the front, out of the lane hit our car. At that time, we stopped at a red light. Devralah was hurt the most. Had it been then, I'd let him sleep in the middle seat, he wouldn't have been so badly hurt like this."

"I'm sorry Rima. Makes me cry."

"No, Honey. You're making mas relieved."

"Mas, I want to see Devra ..."

"Yes. I would be happy if someone accompanied me. But permission was once the same papa."

"OK on later I'll let you." Rima paused for a moment. He said, "Mas ...."

"Yes, what's wrong, dear."

"E ... e.. e. ..." looks like Rima was embarrassed to say. Only her eyes glanced and her smile revealed a trace. Actually Mustofa could already guess, but he wanted to hear directly from Rima's mouth, about what he wanted. But not the time ....

"Sorry, still fasting. Cancel you ..." seduced Mustofa, making Rima blush in shame.

"What a sich, ma'am."

"We continue to open, let's not cancel. Don't forget to pray for Devra. Assalamu'aikum ...."

"Wa aleikum salam ...."

Back Mustofa looked at the weakly lying Devra, with some slang connected to her body. Ever since they arrived at this hospital, Devra had not regained consciousness. Making Mustofa. It was seen on Devra's heart rate monitor screen and others, all under normal conditions. But why is it that until now, he had not realized?

Mustofa just stares at Devra's body that is still not moving. Occasionally her hands gently caressed her hair. Sometimes he kisses his forehead.

"Devra, don't leave papa. You don't know that your real father is the one who is harming you right now. Papa accidentally .... Forgive me, son .... Papa still wants you to know your real papa. Then you can call yourself papa. Open your eyes .... Don't leave papa."

He was so lost in regret that he didn't realize Ulya was standing nearby.

"Favor, Brother."

Thank God, soon I heard the Azaan.

"We open first, Mustofa."

اللهم لك صمت وبك امنت و على رزقك افطرت برحمتك يا ارحم الراحمين

Only drinks enter their stomachs, just to break the fast. As for the rice boxes, they left on top of the sink, untouched at all.

"We're just here, brother."

"Yes. I can't leave Devra either."

"Our replacement is to take ablution water."

"Yes." Yeah."

Ulya first passed from the room, leaving Mustofa still sitting, accompanying Devra. Not long after, he returned. Only then did Mustofa get out of his seat.

"Wait for me, brother."

It looks like Ulya is getting ready for prayer, on the carpet that is titled some distance away in Devra's bed.

"Yes. I pray sunnah first."

Mustofa immediately went for ablution. Before long, he had already returned with a face that was still dripping with ablution water.

"Sunnahlah first." exclaimed Ulya reminded.

Without answering, Mustofa stood up to perform the sunnah prayer.

"Have you?"

"Here, Brother."

"Iqmah!"

Mustofapun stood up, mengumandangkn iqomah perfectly.

Although the heart is tangent, try to prank prayer with khusyu'. Because this is the right time to complain everything to the owner, regulator, determinant of life.

Towards the greeting without them knowing, Devra opened her eyes.

"Haus ..." His eyes were closed again.

Hearing Devra's soft voice, made Mustofa and Ulya jump as soon as they greeted.

"Devra, it's papa darling."

He opened his eyes again. When Mustofa was right by his side.

"Papa ..." His eyes closed again.

"Yes, Honey. It's papa."

"Papa Ulya."

Although there was sadness that scratched his heart, but he could understand it. Because Devra doesn't know him yet.

Ulya, who was standing behind Mustofa, immediately took a seat and sat closer to Devra. Shift a little bit of his seat. To make him come back.

"This is Papa Ulya, son."

He opened his eyes again, smiling.

"Well."

The doctor came with the nurse. Checking Devra's overall state. Both temperature and blood pressure.

"Alhamdulillah .. has passed its critical period. Hope this is a good sign. Since he's a kid, heals both internal and external wounds and heals quickly."

"Can you drink, Doc?"

"Can. Just give it a little slow."

"Thank you, Doc."

"Either. Come on, sir."

The doctor and nurse cleaned up the equipment. Leaving them both with Devra. Ulya immediately took the glass and spoon. To feed water to his daughter's mouth.

"Slowly, Honey. Bismillah, may it heal soon."