SHAHDU IN THE SENDU
Lord
"I keep trying to find the wisdom behind everything, but sometimes I wonder if fate is playing me"
Zain Malik Fahad's
"I believe that there are no coincidences in this world. Everything happens by His will, the almighty will of all. And, including your own"
Asheqo Zareen's
...Part 1's...
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“I will never look for his successor ma'am, he is the first and the last for me, there will be no other”
The voice sounded low, and calm. Yet it contained enough emphasis to assert his will. Yes, however upset, the man will never raise his voice in front of the woman he calls Mother.
“Zain dear,,, you have to open your eyes son, there is a better than him, I do not care if you have to be patient and willing to accept him again nak”
“Let's continue like this ma'am, and it will remain like this”
Zain Malik Fahad stepped out of the splendor of the multi-storey building which contains many beautiful memories. With a hardened jaw and a drop of clear water that almost fell from the beauty of his eyes, he spurred on his sports car at high speed. Debate with the woman he loved who had given birth and grew up with him always made his heart stir. He did not want to have a fight with the middle-aged woman, for as long as he could, he would avoid a fight with her, because really he does not want Mother to be hurt both because of her actions and words. Mother is all she has in this world, the only family she has.
“Ah ****!!!
Zain slammed firmly on the steering wheel towards the West. But ill-fated, the speed of his hand rotation was unable to avoid a girl who was crossing. Zain's car bounced so strongly that it finally stopped because it had hit the road barrier. Zain blinked his eyes, which was accompanied by pain in the right head, making him grimace in pain. However, the pain was not his top priority at the moment, as the pair of pitch-black corneas watched the bloodied body of a girl. Fresh blood seemed to flow from the head of the girl, it was certain that the head wrapped in navy veil was not in a state of good. The gaze darkened a second after Zain felt some people lift his body.
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Hospital
“Yes God,, how is my son?” Shouted Ningsih with a quite hysterical cry.
“Bu, I'm calm first, Zain is being handled inside”
“Zain, why is it like this, son? Shouldn't be like this dear, you shouldn't be out in a state of rage”. Ningsih regretted remembering the incident a few hours ago, where he remembered the debate that occurred between them.
Aided by Reza, Zain's secretary and best friend, Ningsing sat down with a still heartbreaking cry.
“Family Ibuk Zareen?” Ask a doctor who has recently treated a patient who went to the emergency department.
Listening to that Reza immediately stood up and approached the doctor. “I doctor”
“Mr let's come to my room”
Questioningly Ningsih immediately approached Reza who a few minutes ago spoke with the doctor who also handled her son.
“Zareen who is Reza?”
“She's the girl Zain bu” hit
“Astaghfirullahal enzyme.”.
Tears of Ningsih wet his cheeks again. Weep for the fate of her son, and also the fate of the poor girl who fell victim to the tragic accident of the twilight. What Ningsih had in mind at this time was how the debate between her and her son could have such bad effects, and also bring someone into things that no one wanted, he said, and this became regretful in Ningsih's heart.
“Bring Mom to her”. With quick steps Ningsih pulls Reza to take him to Zareen. Guilt is certain, and Ningsih should know as soon as possible the girl's situation.
Again, his tears could no longer be weathered, Ningsih stroked the cheeks of the unconscious girl, the oxygen hose that helped her to breathe, the bandages wrapped around her head, and the water, as well as a heart rate detection device to be the last tool that the nurse installed.
“What does the doctor say?”
“He must be in surgery immediately, a very strong impact makes blood clots in the back of the head bu”
Pinta Ningsih then passed away leaving the room which made her unable to stem the tears.
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The pitch-black iris opened, slowly circling the entire side of the room and the netraannya caught the figure of the Mother who looked tired seen from the look of the face that was asleep.
“Bu..”.
Zain's call immediately woke up his mother
“Zain... Thank God, you've woken up nak”
“I why can be in bu” hospital?
The first question came from Zain's mouth. Of course, the confusion because he was lying weakly in this hospital gurney, because his consciousness had not fully returned so he could not remember what he had been through.
“You eat first yes son, later it runs out new Mom story”
Zain just nodded and agreed to his mother's words.
A little while later Reza slowly opened the door and reported something that Ningsih was waiting for.
“Bu, the operation has been completed, and now the girl has been able to we besuk”
Ningsing turned his head and thanked him for what he had just heard.
“Alhamdulillah, thank you Allah” Say thanks Ningsih.
“Girl, who?
A hint of confusion was clearly emblazoned on Zain's pale face
“He was the kid you hit that night”
Degs..
Zain was silent, so the reason he was lying here was because he had an accident, and that made him feel full that he also caused someone to be injured, even badly, because he had to lie on the operating table.
“You rest here first, I want to see Zareen first”
Said Ningsih gently while stroking the cheek of the son just wayangnya.
After the death of Ningsih Zain was silent, his mind was raging with an angry heart..
“What do I do?”.
Zain rubbed his face rough, he really cursed his stupidity, and regretted, truly regretful.
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Ningsih sighed and calmed down again, slowly pulling the door knob of the room was large enough, with facilities that were very complete and only Zareen who lived there. True, Ningsih will provide the best treatment and service for Zareen. He had to do it, his form of responsibility, and of course the humanity hidden in his heart, “kasihan”, of course, he was very sorry for the fate that approached Zareen, he said, the tragic fate of the moses was his own flesh and blood.
Ningsih fondly stroked Zareen's head, he could not stand, the pool of clear liquid in his eye patch fell and wet the woman's cheeks, with a soft smile, he smoothed do’a and hope, so that, may Zareen soon wake up and see the beauty of the world again.
TO BE CONTINUE'S...
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