Muslims Are Strong for the Mafia
108: Sorry, I Love You

Azzura had already woken up before the alarm on his phone sounded. Azzura felt unwell, her body was carefree. Instead of turning off the alarm on her phone, Azzura hugged her husband who was also disturbed by the alarm on her phone.

While replying to the wife's greeting, Excel gradually grabbed Azzura's phone and then turned off the alarm that had disturbed the silence of their room staying. Both Excel eyes have immediately flapped perfectly because the man felt the body temperature of the wife who was too hot. It was as if he was hugging a container of hot water.

“You have a fever? Sick? Can we treat ourselves to the hospital? We'll go to the hospital!” swig Excel hurriedly woke up even though Azzura refused to let go. Even as Azzura continued to hold him, he included his wife's body in every move.

“Possible effects of pregnancy, congenital fetus. Please just get me my work bag. There is a special hot drug for bumil.” Just speaking, Azzura felt that the breath coming out of his mouth felt extremely hot.

“No, no, .. we go to the hospital only. Let it be clearer, let it be quickly handled as well.” Excel doesn't want to take risks let alone waste time. His wife was pregnant, there was another life that was very dependent on Azzura. The lives of their children.

Because Azzura only wears an evening dress, Excel has directly helped the wife wear a full robe with her hijab and veil. Before carrying him, even taking him out of there, Excel first gave Azzura a drink. A reality that made Azzura secretly cry. Azzura is too happy, really grateful to have a husband like Excel. Especially if you look at the past of Excel, for Azzura the changes that Excel does are extraordinary.

“Don't tell anyone in the past that I'm sick, yeah, Mas. My feeling is that this is just a baby,” said Azzura still letting his body be carried out of the hotel. The security guard was surprised because the man had just finished praying.

The security guard hurriedly helped and Excel deliberately gave some money sheets to the man.

“Pak, please pray for my wife. My wife is not feeling well. She's pregnant too. Please pray that our wife and child-to-be will be immediately removed from the disease,” said Excel while releasing his hands against the security guard's right hand.

“Oh, yes Mas, yes. May my wife and children be healthy. Healthy everyone!” said the security guard.

Excel nodded while thanking him. He immediately closed the door of his car and then headed to the nearest hospital.

“Mas Excel actually already looks like Papah Kala,” Inner Azzura began to shiver until he asked Excel to turn off the car AC.

While turning off the car's AC, Excel stared worriedly at his wife. He was not well because Azzura suddenly became ill.

“You're exhausted,” says Excel.

Yesterday they were too busy taking care of the wedding reception. It is now the third day of their wedding reception.

Excel gradually stretched out his right hand then grabbed Azzura's right hand. “Strength, yeah. We've been three. Let Papah be the one who is sick, you don't. Pain for Papah all, you must always be healthy. You should always be happy. Here the pain is transferred to Papah.” Through the grip of his left hand, Excel tried to take all the pain of Azzura as well as their fetus. Azzura did not make a sound, but he caught the woman secretly crying.

“In a moment, ...just let us get to.” Excel spoke softly and even sounded stingy in his own ears because of the crying and sadness he endured. Because seeing Azzura suddenly sick like now, really more pain than when his entire body was targeted by heat vending*u.

The location of hotels and hospitals are fairly close, making them up to no less than ten minutes. Plus, the atmosphere after dawn is also not so much for drivers.

Excel, who was back in Azzura's arms, took his wife to IGD. Officers there were quick to help bring a wheelchair but Excel refused.

“Ooowh ..?” reflexes of the doctor who has also been immediately alert to provide treatment in IGD.

Limp, Excel can no longer think in the middle of his two eyes that continue to stare in disbelief at his right palm. It was blood, belonging to Azzura while his wife was pregnant young.

“Sorry, Mas, Mas can you please take care of registration first for mbaknya?” said the doctor was very polite.

“My wife is pregnant, Doc!” sternly Excel looked seriously at the stocky man next to him. Several times, his tears sagged and he found the doctor in shock.

“You've interfered?” ask the doctor to make sure.

Excel immediately shook his head. “Last yesterday afternoon, Doc!”

“This is bleeding since when?” reply the doctor.

“Lack of knowledge, Doc. But afternoon till night, my wife is still fine!”

Hearing Excel and the doctor's chat, Azzura's feelings were completely shattered. Azzura felt limp, uninspired, his life as if being forcibly taken away.

The doctor immediately noisily asked the nurse to immediately close the curtain because there was not only Azzura who was being treated. Incidentally there were several other patients and each room was only separated by a curtain.

The doctor immediately checked the vagi*na Azzura section. Determine whether the bleeding that Azzura is experiencing is accompanied by an opening or not.

Excel was immediately unsteady, but he did not leave even though the nurse there asked.

“Nothing, Sus. It's nothin. Mas this is her husband,” said the doctor who can feel the destruction of Excel. The man held Azzura while sobbing, as if he knew the meaning of the bleeding that was indeed fatal.

“Don't cry, Ra. Without you crying, your husband is broken. Mas Excel must feel very guilty because you have experienced this!” Little heart Azzura advised although in reality, the advice did not have much impact.

Azzura is destroyed. More devastated than when he found out he was not the first woman Cikho married. It turned out that he was a second wife while Cikho was used to having a husband and wife relationship with Rere.

The bleeding that Azzura was experiencing was truly more painful than all the pain that Azzura had ever felt. Especially when the doctor told me there was an opening. He was referred to another room, the USG room to ensure the condition of the fetus. Is the fetus still active, or rather there must be actions that Azzura does not want.

“If the wound is a hug from Allah so that we are more grateful, have I not been a good person who is good at giving thanks? Am I not worthy of being a mother? Even though I am a midwife who is used to helping with labor, monitoring the growth and development of the baby?” inner Azzura once again let her husband embrace her.

Now, in the USG room, the atmosphere remains quiet even though the detector has been to the fetal heart area. Through the monitor screen in front, the fetus was indeed visible, but no longer accompanied by signs of life.

“Is this what is called life avenged by life? Am I not worthy of being a papah? Why not my life?” inner Excel then whispers, “Sorry, .. i love you!”

“Only one should I live as hard and as painful as any of this. I must be sincere, then learn from what ever happened to become a better human being again, Azzura's inner” encourages herself.