Pledge of Love Ustadz Irsyad
chapter 13. new patients (season 2)

The morning prayer of sayup-sayup sounded earthy from one mosque to another, awakening every person who is still asleep in his sleep to wake up immediately and prostrate to the khalik.

The morning breeze was refreshing, cold and slightly piercing. Droplets of water fell from the precariousness of the hospital signifying the middle of the rain fall of moderate intensity outside.

Inside the ICU room, Rahma who was still laying her head on the bed woke up shortly after a hand rubbed her head.

Rahma's aghast, "mas Irsyad?" His murmur immediately made him sit up.

A bit of disappointment on Rahma's face when he found it was not the hand of Irsyad who rubbed his head, but the hand of Mr. Akmal.

"It's dawn Rahma, let's get up and pray first." Tell the father.

"Yes dad." The answer. Rahma rubbed her very painful eyes, probably due to crying too much overnight, making her eyes become swollen.

Rahma went out and took turns with Mr. Akmal who sat in his chair accompanying the son-in-law who did not move at all.

He stared at Irsyad, this kind, loving and friendly man who looked calm in his sleep.

Mr. Irsyad rubbed the head of his son-in-law. "If you don't sleep like this? all your injuries must hurt a lot, son." murmured Mr. Akmal. Observing all the wounds that were all over Irsyad's body.

"Maybe you'd better fall asleep first, because I won't have the heart to see you feel this pain either." Shut up for a moment, fix Irsyad's blanket and wipe his arm.

"But don't be long, pity your family. Your wife, children and all your family are also relatives who love you. They're really waiting for you to get back to health like you used to." Akmal sir grabbed Irsyad's hand.

"Don't leave your children and grandchildren, son, you're their role model. I am proud and grateful to you, you have educated them very well. But that's not enough, son. You still have responsibilities, accompany them to college, become a scholar, and then marry your children with their future partners. Noah still needed a guardian, and you should be his guardian, also shaking the hand of the man who married Noah later. You're gonna want that, aren't you, son? so open your eyes, you can, fight, and stay healthy for them." Mr. Akmal rubbed his eyes, then turned towards Irsyad's eyes.

"Rest first, son. But don't be long.

if it is healthy? teach me to teach me again, I love to teach with you. I'm waiting for Irsyad." The middle-aged man was no longer strong, he decided to get out of his chair. Before Rahma came.

And outside Mr. Akmal found a man sitting in a waiting room chair.

Seeing Mr. Akmal, the man moved and approached Mr. Akmal.

"Assalamualaikum sir, I am Ulum, one of Ustadz Irsyad's relatives."

"Goddessalam, thank you for coming. Wanna enter?" Mr. Akmal offered very kindly.

"Yes sir, thank you." Say Ulum while smiling.

The man stepped in and sat on a folding chair facing Irsyad.

"O Allah ustadz." Ulum looked at the body of Ustadz Irsyad which was full of medical devices.

the man grabbed Irsyad's hand and kissed the back of his hand many times, Looking Ulum's cry there broke.

kala remembers all the goodness of Ustadz Irsyad so far.

And from Irsyad too, he was able to get a wife as good as Aida and a beautiful child like Shafa, although all remain from Allah SWT, but through the intermediary of Ustadz Irsyad.

The man remembered all the kindness Irsyad used to have from himself still sitting in college. Ustadz Irsyad often suddenly told him to go into his room.

Either suddenly ask to be accompanied to eat, snack or copy together.

Like understand if he's short of money and a little hungry.

The man got word from Aida who called Rahma last night by chance.

I don't know Aida felt a bad feeling, so he made her call Rahma and sure enough, bad news about Ustadz Irsyad he got.

"Oh Allah, ustadz. How can it be like this? Good people, people say? Good people will be quickly taken by the Almighty. But we still need antum ustadz, Antum must survive yes Ustadz, must," the sound of Isak crying Ulum inside made Rahma hold back her steps to enter.

Yes, he has finished his prayer service.

And listen to every word Ulum says inside.

"Good guy? Will it be quickly taken?" murmured Rahma behind the door of the ICU. His heart was slashed again, he also recalled the words of mothers he had accidentally heard.

'ustadz Irsyad is very good yes, so worry, because the good man died quickly.'

Rahma shook her head quickly. "No, Irsyad is a good man, but I don't believe in such a thing. Mas saying? the age of man is only Allah SWT who knows, not in the value of good or bad. Not even the angel Izrail knew who he was going to take the life of a human child before the fall of Bidara leaves in Sidratul Muntaha. And hopefully, Bidara leaves bearing the name of mass Irsyad has not fallen." Rahma strengthened her own heart.

In her daydream, she gasps when a bed comes in with a woman and her husband may be crying to accompany the patient who has been brought into the ICU room.

"Andu, hiks Danu—" Isak the woman. Sounds very slashing in Rahma's ears.

I don't know what pain the man was but he seems to have a very severe illness. So that makes him have to get an intensive handler at this time, Rahma was just silent still standing in front of the door of the ICU room waiting for Ulum to come out from inside.

Because the couple's distance was close to Rahma, the woman could listen to the doctor's conversation with the husband and wife.

"I don't want to know the doctor, as soon as we love the heart donor. We need a donor heart for our son." The woman exclaimed.

"Mom, I'm so sorry. Even if you're willing to pay anything, finding a heart donor is hard ma'am. It's so hard."

"Then I just. Let me sacrifice my life for my son doctor!!! Save my son!!!" The woman grabbed the doctor's coat in front of her. Her husband's two hands also tried to help release his wife's grip.

"Mother please calm down. The heart donation procedure is not that easy, if I do that to a living person, it is tantamount to torturing the procedure. I'm just patient, hopefully soon the mother's son can get a heart donor. Sorry I have to excuse me first." Said the doctor.

"DOCTOR!!! FIND THAT HEART DONOR AND SAVE MY SON...!!!" yelled the mother. With the husband who is still trying to calm his wife.

Rahma pretended not to see it, she just bowed, as they might be feeling the same wound right now.

She is afraid of her child, and Rahma is her husband.