Pursuing the Duplicate Love of My Wife
36. When is Ba'da Isya?

"There's something I want to ask. Could it be, San, I guess ... if you pick him up tonight ... to come see me at the hospital?" pinta Joe's.

"If to come anyway I do not know what can happen, the problem is other than being Ustad. So it's kind of hard, sir."

"Marbot mosque?" Joe's forehead looked cringing. "What is a mosque's marbot, San?"

"The one who runs the mosque, sir," replied Sandi. "Or ... Want me to find another Ustad? How's it?"

"No, just ommu. Let me come see him later. Just give me the number, San."

"Good, sir."

After turning off the call, Joe received a notification of incoming chat from Password. A phone number called Om Yunus, which was successfully sent.

Joe immediately saved it, then tried to contact.

Not waiting for a long time, the call was raised by the other side.

"Good day, what is this about Ustad Jonah?" ask Joe politely.

"Siang too. Right, I am Jonah. Who is this man, huh?" ask Ustad Yunus.

"I'm Joe, Ustad. His boss Sandi, Ustad's nephew," replied Joe.

"Oh. What's up, sir?"

"Is Ustad no time? I want to see Ustad tonight."

"There was. But if you want to meet with me most can be in the mosque or in my house, sir. How's it?"

"No problem. What time is it, Tad?"

"When isha'da?" joe asked confusedly. But the call was suddenly interrupted. Joe called back, called him again. Unfortunately, the number is not active now. 'Lho, how are you dead? It is still inactive now. But when is Isya?' his inner.

"Dad, Daddy what else?" asked Robert who had just woken up from his sleep. His voice sounded so soft.

He is not on an oxygen ventilator. Because in addition to feeling uncomfortable, the tightness in his chest has also somewhat disappeared.

Joe looked up, then smiled. "Daddy has a little work to do" he replied, then put his phone in a pants pocket, then folded the laptop and put the two scriptures into different red bags.

Then Joe stood up, then stepped closer to his son.

"What do you eat? Or snacking what? Later Daddy buy it, honey," bargained Joe while wiping the top of the child's hair. Then sit on the bed next to him.

"Robert wants to go home, Dad, don't feel right here" Robert replied lethargicly.

"The doctor hasn't let you go home yet. So wait a few days. Oh yeah, Daddy's got a new toy for you, too. You must like it." Joe grabs a paper bag over the nightstand, then picks up its contents which are remote planes. "Here, you can play it here, honey." Open the card, then give the plane and the remote to Robert. But the boy had not taken it, only looking at it with a sad eye.

"Robert plays with Leon and other friends, Dad. Don't play by yourself." Robert shook his head. "Why aren't there any Robert, Dad? Robert is sick again" he added sadly.

"They're all still learning in school, honey," Joe replied gently, bending his head to kiss Robert on the forehead.

"Now it's 12, Dad." Robert raised his hand into the air, then pointed at the wall clock. "Surely they're home. And Miss Syifa too, why don't you come here again? Robert's Wandering?" His lips frowned, Robert seemed so hopeful that the woman would come again. Just looking at her, it was enough to make her mood happy.

"Bu Syifa' will have a busy life. Goods times she ...." Joe had not been able to continue his words, but suddenly there was a knock on the door from outside. It was not opened for long by someone.

Ceklek~

"Assynnya!"

...Who is it that comes? 🤔...