Pledge of Love Ustadz Irsyad
chapter 12. The ICU (season 2)

ICU room is ready. Irsyad was moved to the room.

Some medics prepare all the equipment that must be used Irsyad.

I mean some hoses that filled his body. The oxygen mask is perfectly placed on the mouth and nose.

The heart monitor is still running properly.

Not with his body not moving at all.

From outside the glass Rahma continued to observe her husband. Where her body is full of medical devices.

'I once, being in the nurse position there, saw the families of patients who were so sad because their relatives or maybe their partner was in the bed. But I didn't know I was going to experience this. Where I am standing here. As a family member of the patient was looking at my husband who was struggling there.' Inner Rahma, his hand rubbed the ICU window.

With tears flooding her cheeks.

'mas Irsyad's. Know it? How much love I have for you. Even today, when I hear of your condition. My heart is broken and broken, two months away. But I don't want this to be your last year as my best man. I have not been able to take care of myself, my faith is still very unstable still really need your guidance mas, fight and wake up baby, I, Nuha and Rumi miss your embrace.' Rahma rested her forehead on the window. His body is completely limp.

'khumaira oh khumaira.' a glimpse of Irsyad's seductive voice ringing in his ears.

'catch on like this? Ask for rations, right you? Huh huh? Not satisfied yesterday? Right here... Here's the kiss here. After also yes yes.' the shadow when Irsyad chased Rahma to give Serang a kiss again flashed also the two's stiffness when Rahma was caught by Irsyad.

"Mas Irsyad, hiks" Rahma's body fell. He slumped down, making Mr. Akmal run closer to the princess.

"Rahmas? Oh, my God."

"Mas Irsyad, dad... Rahma wants Irsyad, please tell Irsyad to open his eyes." Isak Rahma's.

"Sabar Rahma's... Just pray son, pray for your husband, don't be like this. I'm getting sad to see her." Mr. Akmal was crying too.

"Mas Irsyad, Hiks... The Irsyad." As in her semi-conscious state, Rahma continued to cry and mentioned her husband's name.

Mr. Akmal could do nothing but embrace Rahma and win her daughter. Until Rahma was completely calm. And back to his consciousness.

***

At Rahma's house, Ratih's mother waited for the twins who had fallen asleep on her bed.

She is still waiting for news from her husband and daughter about Irsyad's current condition.

His heart was completely unkillful from earlier even his legs and hands were still trembling.

What he was worried about if Irsyad did not survive. Eating will repeat the dark times of Rahma as when she lost Fikri first.

"Your fate is very unfortunate Rahma." muttered Bu Ratih, wiping her tears. He hopes Irsyad will be fine, and can return to his family.

"Sons of Soleh and Sholeh, pray for your Abi. May your Abi be okay." muttered Bu Ratih.

The night grew late, and Ratih laid down his body, next to Noah. And the wet eyes began to shut, through the night very unpleasant.

Even so unsettled. Ratih's mother woke up many times from her sleep, then checked her phone to make sure there was no message or phone telling a bad news there.

Meanwhile, at the hospital, Rahma began to calm down. Now she was in the ICU room reaching for her husband's hand. Then he kissed his back repeatedly.

He raised the hand above Rahma's head, and moved it as if Irsyad had rubbed his head.

"Rahma, happy to wipe his head with the same mass Irsyad." Mumbled.

His gaze was fixed on Irsyad's closed eyes.

"Mas, you know what? Rumi was wearing a turban mas loh." Rahma forced a chuckle.

"He also wears peci mas, his small head makes peci mas look funny when in Rumi hehehe, the boy also demonstrated the way mas when messing around. It's so adorable." Wiping Irsyad's arm.

"Mas, you must miss Rumi, will you?"

"Everything open your eyes, wake up and kiss the kids? Same with Rahma."

Rahma kissed Irsyad's hand. Her tears are flowing again.

His right hand raised to the cheek of Irsyad. "Kangen mas Irsyad's. Kangen dalil mas, kangen. Kangen jail her mas too... Hix"

"Build mas, let's teach Rahma Javanese again. Come baby..." The more hoarse the voice of Rahma. He again kissed ustadz Irsyad's hand. Sobbed for a while, and muffled his cry later, then smiled again.

"Hey, mas? Yesterday Rahma bought Sarden, and helped Miftah mas again loh." Lied.

"You want Rahma to cook her intentions, Rahma will eat? Let's get up and be jealous, keep forbidding Rahma to eat the sardines." It is getting less and less resistant to Rahma. She cried again, laying her head beside Irsyad while occasionally peeping her husband's hand.

"Rahma dear mas Irsyad. Very." he muttered.

On the outside, Akmal was just observing Rahma. He also rubbed his two wet eyes feeling not strong to see the condition of his daughter-in-law especially seeing the destruction of Rahma at this time.

He decided to return to the long chair. In the hospital hallway. Leaning his head on the back of the Waiting Chair made of iron. He folded his hands in front of his chest.

He began to close his eyes, hoping it was just a dream, and when he woke up tomorrow. Conditions have returned to normal, no sadness enveloped.

Seriate....