Om That Possessive, MY HUSBAND!
SACRIFICES

Singapore, February 26.

The sacrifice I made was not yet how much. Compared to what my husband has done for me over the past year.

Me, I just sacrificed my school time to take care of her. Far away from my friends to be close to him. But He, too many things that he had sacrificed and given to his Foolish wife.

"Why is sleeping? What dream has it been all this time? Until you wake up again?" my broom when I enter her ward. Yes, I admit, he did get better treatment here.

"Em, Manda can serve here? Manda's not bothering, is she?"

I pulled out a chair to sit near his rangjanngnya.

"Neighbor Manda, yes. If Manda is wrong!"

I smiled to myself. Like a man who has lost his sanity. Wish he'd come after me when I read the harokat wrong or the wrong letter later. Really, I always hoped it would happen.

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I clutched my thin body. For almost a week, I never ate rice again. Not because I couldn't afford to buy, but my appetite was gone.

The days I always spent on Om Zidan's side. Morning, noon and even night. I really stayed by his side. Never far from him.

"Hi!"

I shifted my body away, when I heard someone greeting me. I don't know, I'm no stranger to having people say hello and then she scolded me. Because I think of me as the unlucky bearer of Om Zidan. Those who say it's Stella's cousin or sometimes friend.

"Manda, right?" ask again. I just nodded without intending to look at him.

"Greetings. I'm Vanessa!"

Spontaneously, I stood up as soon as I heard his name. But He, he held my hand.

"I want to talk, Manda."

"You want to kill me. I-i"

"No, I didn't mean to. I'm here to learn from you." He still holds my hand. It made me finally look at him.

"Teach me to read, what you always read to Zidan."

"Al-Qur'an means?" I looked at him in disbelief.

"Yes, that. I feel calm every time I hear you read it. How do you want to teach me?"

Without thinking. I agreed to his request. Not because of anything, because it was my duty. As a sister in religion.

"Manda wants!"

From that day on, Aunt Vanessa came to Mushola hospital to see me after the ashar prayer. We both spent a lot of time together. Exchange stories.

Aunty Vanessa also tells the beginning of her knowing Om Zidan. And it turns out that what Om Zidan told me first is true. She and Aunt Vanessa were forced into marriage by their families. To get more business profits. One of the cooperation of both sides is this Hospital. Therefore, no one has the right to forbid him from entering here.

"Thank you, Manda. Because you want to teach me," said Aunt Vanessa.

"Together, Tan-"

"Call Brother!" He nudged my shoulders softly while laughing.

"Eh, Yes, Brother." I smile with embarrassment. As she broadly opened her arms to embrace me.

"The strong Manda!"

There is a lot of wisdom behind all this. This story teaches a lot about life. About brotherhood. About the affection. And about caring.

Really, I used to think badly of Vanessa. But my Lord met me here with him. Set right all the bad assumptions about him. He even strengthened our brotherly bond. As fellow muslims.

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...Singapore, April 11th....

Not like the morning before. I've been in the hospital since 7 a.m. But this morning, I'm a little late, because I haven't felt well since last night. But I don't make it an excuse not to visit Om Zidan.

"Now there is no one to confirm whether my clothes are appropriate to leave the house." I muttered as I remembered how she behaved, always checking my dress. Whether you are qualified or not to leave the house.

"Here!" Stella pushed me in. Pulling my body up against the wall.

"I want to take your promise to Mama!"

"Relax, I'm still snotting. And you don't have to do this rude thing to me!" I pulled my arm out of his grip.

"Okay, it's good you're still missing. Now, get all your stuff done! Here, special flight ticket for you!" He threw a ticket in my face.

"Inget, don't show up again in front of Brother Zidan!"

I just realized now. If Mama had given me my promise. That means my husband is conscious, right?

"So, Bang Zidan is sober?" many happy.

"That's fine. The ETS... But you promised. So, no more chances or requests!"

Thank you, O Allah. Instead of being sad, I smiled because my Lord had granted one of my prayers. Although the do'a to always be with my husband has not been granted either.

"I used to say. If I can't live without you. But now, look, I made that decision myself."

I hold the Qur'an that Om Zidan gave. Tighten him. While imagining Om Zidan smiling at me. Even if I knew, he would never smile at my passing.

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...The Family Hospital...

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"Zidan's..." Melinda smiled happily as she watched her eldest son open his eyes again. "Where are you? What are you feeling?"

"Alhamdulillah. I'm good, Ma." Answer smiled. He looked to the right and left. Looking for the person he had longed for so long.

"Where's manda?"

Silent. Melinda silent. He could not answer the simple question of his son.

"Ma? He's here, right?"

Silent again. Melinda was completely silent. Locked lips. Silence of a thousand languages.

"Who is Nyariin Sis?" ask the girl who just entered without rubbing the greeting.

"Where's manda?" melinda whispered to the youngest princess.

"Bright. I'm a beryn, Ma. This is just from his apartment!" stella replied casually.

"You!" Now that sharp look Melinda showed Stella. The child he was always proud of. Which now even makes a faux pas.

"Why not tell Mama first?!"

"Can-"

"Stella, this time you've gone too far!" zidan was disappointed.

The man closed his eyes. No longer know what to do with what he faced Mama and her sister, who had always hated the figure of a girl as good as Manda.

"Zidan's. Denger explained Mama first, this is not entirely the fault of Mama. But he himself is far from you!" melinda said, trying to defend herself.

"I know him, more than I know myself, Ma. He could not dare to make such a decision, if not in a state of compulsion. Without Mama explaining anymore, I could have guessed what had happened!"

"Zidan, I'm sorry Mama!"

Actually since Melinda saw how to treat and nature Manda when Zidan lay weak, Melinda's heart had begun to melt. Especially when he saw that the girl had no intention of leaving her son. He was the one who was always next to Zidan. Read the holy verses of the Qur'an at every opportunity.

At that time, Melinda wanted to see Manda. Intended to fix everything. But at that time, he even saw the closeness of Manda with Vanessa. He thought that Manda would be just like Vanessa. Approaching his son only for the sake of property or business interests. And everything Manda's been doing all this time he thought was just a charade.

Melinda tried to learn from the previous events. That he did not want the business problems to be linked anymore to his son's feelings. But still. Melinda made the wrong decision this time. He should have been able to distinguish. Which is truly sincere. And which is just mode.

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