Om That Possessive, MY HUSBAND!
LAA TAHZAN

The cry of hers so broke my heart. He sat down hugging the little boy, one more hand rubbing his clearly big belly.

I'd like to approach her. Calm and encourage him too. But what power, my own body fell weakly in the arms of Brother Henny.

The doctor just told him. Her husband could not be saved either. Due to severe bleeding in the head.

Hearing the news, made her cry and her son become more and more. Of course, which wife would willingly be left behind by her husband in such a state of pregnancy? No woman wants that, including me!

"Katian him," I said, my eyes still staring at Mother with a black robe that sat not far from me.

He and his son looked devastated by the father's departure. The boy I thought was about 5 years old kept crying. Forcing her to take her to see her father.

"Manda." Brother Henny suddenly grabbed my body. It was as if he was being a protective fortress for this weak body.

"Henny! Zidan where!"

I was shocked when I heard Mama's voice. Yes, I know that voice.

And it's true, Mama and Stella are already standing in front of both of us. Stella looked at me as if I had hurt her sister.

"Swimming, Aunt. Brother Zidan is still being treated by the Doctor!" said Brother Henny.

"Ma.. This is all because of this damn carrier girl! Since the presence of this girl, Brother Zidan has always been unlucky! You sly little shit-carrier girl!"

With a sharp look Stella said. His index finger pointed right in front of my face.

"Should have been, Brother Zidan never married you!"

"Stella, watch what you say!" Sis Henny snapped while she brushed Stella's index finger from in front of me.

"Why? Want to caress her? Please! Just remember! But Brother Henny knows! I will never see him as part of our family!"

Stella stomped her feet. Then choose to sit in a different chair.

"You!"

Mama also looked at me with a look that was not much different from Stella. Still with a look like when Om Zidan introduced me to him first. The look doesn't like.

"It's Manda, don't be horrified said Stella!" said Brother Henny.

"Yes, Brother. Manda is ordinary!"

I'd be lying if I said, if I wasn't hurt by what Stella said. But what the hell else? I can't make him like or appreciate me.

Therefore, let me be the one who is silent and patient in all his words and treat him. Because I'm sure, there will be a time when he alone will erase all that hate in his heart.

When was that time? I don't know, I don't know myself.

"The patient's family on Zidan's behalf?" ask Doctor.

"Me, Doc!" Mom stood up, approached the doctor.

"Can you come with me for a second?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Mama and Stella followed the doctor's steps. As for me, I still can't do anything here.

"Patience, yes. I understand how you feel right now!"

Ja. Everyone would say that. They will say, if they understand what we are feeling right now. But, if they were in my current position, would they still be able to say the word 'Patience, huh?'

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"Zidan is still unconscious until now. He wants Aunt to move into the family hospital. To get better treatment!" resolute Mama.

"It can still be, Tan. Why should I move?"

"here? Are you sure someone here is looking after him? If you wish this girl" Mama pointed at me. "No way! He can't possibly!"

"The school is not yet closed!" Stella Sahut.

Relax Manda. Relax, don't get a button, okay!!

"Ma..." I tried to touch his hand. But Mama backed off. Keep his hands off me.

"This time. Manda please, give Manda a chance to take care and nurse Manda's husband. Manda promised, Manda won't leave her alone here!"

"Heh, keep on your school? You want some other?" ask Stella.

"Tan, Henny can also replace Manda--"

"No. You focus on the office! Let him take responsibility for his words! You want Zidan to stay here, right?"

"Yes, Ma."

"All right, I'm not moving on to him until next week. But until next week his condition has not improved as well. Don't expect you to see my son again!"

"You heard what Mama said!" Jerky Stella.

"Yes, I'm horrified!"

"Good!"

After being satisfied to look at me. Stella finally left. Following Mama to the ward of Om Zidan. Which even I myself haven't been given permission to get in there.

"Where are you going?" Brother Henny pulled my hand. Preventing me from leaving.

"You go to Mushola, brother. Adzan in a moment!"

I looked at Brother Henny. "Om Zidan once said. The best complaint is the complaint of a servant to his Lord!"

Brother Henny let go of my hand at once. "Please!" He smiled at me.

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O Lord, the Servant has come to fulfill Your call. You are the All-Powerful, All-Hearing, All-Knowing of Everything.

O Most Mighty One, Protect us, Your weak Servant. Give us patience, strength and sincerity in the face of all the trials You have given us.

Give healing to the Husband of the Servant. With Your Love and Help. Let him be with us again. Let the servant see his smile again. Hear his words. And allow the Servant again to remain with him. Aamiins.

I immediately wiped my tears. And then go back to the hospital.

"Dad!"

Someone called. I looked up and approached him. When I asked what was it? The Black Gymnastic Mother suddenly hugged me, stroking my back slowly. And he whispered the words that brought my spirit back to life.

"Laa Tahzan, Innaallaha Ma'ana! Don't be sad, yeah. God is with us!"

I never thought. If he's someone I don't know what his name is and where he's from. Who will embrace me like this. Even people I've known for a long time, he's the one who dropped me.

But whatever Mama or Stella has told me and done to me, I'm sorry. Because how. They are still my family. And more. I am not a person who has the right to judge their mistakes. Let it be their business with the Most Just and Wise Lord.

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