Pursuing the Duplicate Love of My Wife
49. I want to know Islam further

"Come to the house?! What's up, sir?"

"A lot of asking is this you?!" abi Hamdan's grumbling is upset. "If you don't want to, I don't want to!"

"It's not so, sir, but ...." Joe's words aren't over yet, but the call's been cut off.

Soon, he called back. However, the call was deliberately switched off. The man seemed to be angry at her. 'Is Abinya Syifa angry with me? But, why did he ask me to come to his house? What's up, yeah, I guess?' inner Joe was curious.

Joe immediately typed in his phone screen, then sent a chat to Syifa. [Later lunch after lunch, I will come to your house.] Send in....

After that, Joe reentered the room, to see an Oncology Specialist.

"How did it go, Doc?" asked Joe who was sitting in the chair in front of him. The doctor was holding a piece of paper from a blood test.

"From the test results, the cancer cells that have been removed have been lifted and not found again, sir."

The doctor's explanation immediately made Joe smile happily. His chest also felt so warm.

"So, this means .. My son is healed, Doc? Thank goodness" he said with great happiness.

"I can't be sure, sir, because this cancer will have roots and can grow again" said the doctor with glasses. "But I suggest, about a week or two the next week ... Robert had to do another blood check. To be sure, the cancer cells grow again or not" he explained.

"Good, Doc. But hopefully my son will be completely healed. Because I don't want to lose it" Joe said expectantly. Both of his eyes looked teary.

"Amin, Sir. Hopefully," the doctor replied with a smile. "And there is good news too, that Robert has been allowed to go home. I'll write down what foods you can't eat and what you're allowed to eat."

"Yes, Doc." Joe nodded quickly with excitement. "thank you. And what else is there?"

"none. That's all it is." The doctor folded the paper in his hand, put it in a white envelope and gave it to Joe. "Please keep Robert feeling to stay happy. Don't let her be sad let alone cry."

"That's for sure, Doc, 'cause I love him so much." Joe smiled.

After seeing the doctor, Joe headed straight to Robert's room. To see his condition.

Ceklek~

"Daddy!!" Robert called out on the bed with both hands raised into the air. His face seemed radiant once, when he saw Joe had just entered.

"Lho, have you changed your clothes, Rob?" Joe looked at his son's astonishment. He stepped closer and directly carried his body.

The boy was already wearing a long green tosca shirt, no longer a patient's outfit. His feet were also wearing shoes and there were no more intravenous needles attached to the backs of his hands.

"Yes, said Sister ... Robert can go home today. And Om Sandi helped Robert change clothes, Dad," Robert said. He slowly hugged Joe's neck with affection and longing, then kissed his right cheek. "But where's Daddy from? How new to here? Robert Nyariin Daddy from Fajr. And why is Daddy wearing a sarong? I want to pray."

So many lines of questions that he asked, so that Joe difficult to explain one by one.

"Later Daddy tell me everything when we get home." Joe gently stroked the top of his son's hair, then smiled sweetly.

"Dek Robert has been allowed to go home today, sir, you just take the medicine and pay for his administration" said the Sister. He was there, too, cleaning an infusion hose and an oxygen ventilator.

"Good, Sus. Thank you." Thank you." Joe smiled at him, then kissed Robert on the forehead.

"Together." Sister nodded. Then push the trolley and step away from there.

"Let me take the medicine and pay for the administration, sir." Sandi offered herself. "Same father Dek Robert just got into the car."

"No need to thank you, sir, this is my duty" Sandi said casually.

They separated when they arrived at the hospital reception.

"Where do you want to go first, honey? Go straight home or take a walk?" bargain Joe excitedly. The stinging feeling on his wand instantly vanished, as he looked at the sweet smile engraved on his little child's lips. The boy looked cheerful, when he was allowed to go home.

Indeed, since yesterday he has also whined to go home. Feeling unsettled and bored.

"Robert wants to go to Miss Syifa's house, Dad. Robert kangen is with him."

"But it's still morning, honey, Miss Syifanya must still be at school."

"Then we go straight to school, Dad."

"But later ...." Joe's words immediately stopped when someone just called his name, along with his footsteps that had reached the car park.

"Sir Joe!" the pekik is a little loud.

Joe immediately turned around, and it turned out that the one who called him was Ustad Jonah. Soon, he smiled at her. The man was wearing black long jeans and a short maroon shirt. "Eh Ustad, good morning, Tad," he said.

"Morning too. Father how is he? Already well?" Ustad Yunus watched Joe from head to toe. But his eyes focused on the scabbard Joe was wearing.

"It's good, Tad," Joe replied with a smile. "Ustad why go to the hospital? Who's sick?"

"I went to the hospital deliberately wanted to see the situation of the Father. And I noticed ... This guy also wears a sarong, huh?" Ustad Yunus was still watching the scabbard Joe was wearing. Reflexes she also touched the cloth. "It seems that if you plus wear cocoa clothes .. is much more suitable, sir," he added with a smile.

"Ah time, anyway, Tad?" joe asked in disbelief. But his face looks timid. His eyes fell down, right on the scabbard.

"Really, sir."

"But I'm wearing a sarong, because it's circumcised, not for styles, Tad."

'Circumcised?' Robert's forehead seemed to be frowning. 'What is circumcision?'

"I know that, sir. No problem also if you wear a sarong, do not forbid this," replied Ustad Yunus relaxed. He stepped closer, then stretched out his right hand to touch the top of Robert's hair. "Who is this handsome boy, sir? What is the Father's son?"

"Yes, Tad. He's my only child" Joe said. He rubbed his son's right cheek. "Look acquaintance, dear. Om this is Ustad Jonah, Omnya Om Sandi."

"Ustad's like the Reverend, isn't it, Dad?" Robert looked up at Joe. The Daddy nodded quickly. "Greetings, Om Ustad, my name is Robert" he said, extending a hand. Since Ustad Jonah looks like Joe's age, there's no harm in Robert calling him Om, too.

"Greetings know too, dear," replied Ustad Jonah who grabbed Robert's small hand. "Oh yes, sir, by the way .. I'm still curious about why you wanted to meet me last night. What's up, sir?"

"I want to know Islam more, Tad. There are many things I would like to ask Ustad about the prophet Isa and God."

"Goddessa ...." Ustad Yunus stroked his chest with a smile. "Does this mean you want to convert?!"

Hearing the word 'Mualaf' Robert's eyes immediately sparkled. He was happy first now too.

'Thank God Daddy would convert without Robert asking. Does this mean .... soon Daddy and Miss Syifa will get married?' inner Robert expectantly.

...Hopefully yes, Rob 's...