SHAHDU IN THE SENDU
Fear of Losing
...Part 43's...
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“Where, good not that?”
“Enak Mas”
Zain smiled and continued to feed his wife until the porridge ran out. He decided to cook chicken porridge at the request of Zareen, who he said he really wanted to eat traditional Indonesian food. At first Zain refused, because his stomach was not filled from the morning is enough if only eating chicken porridge, he thought, but seeing the wife who wanted the chicken porridge so much that she begged it made Zain say yes, rather than her stomach was not filled at all.
“Alhamdulillah.” Zain placed an empty bowl and took water.
“Udah discharged yes Mas?”. Zareen glanced at the fresh bowl at her husband's place.
“Udah the”.
Zain raised an eyebrow when he saw his wife's expression.
“Za not full”? Ask to make sure
“Actually already full anyway Mas, only the porridge is tasty”. Answer's smirking
“Somehow good?”
“Iya Mas, really great enaaakkk, Za like”
“Ha ha ya already, later Mas make again ya”. Zain rubbed Zareen's head
“Yang many yes Mas”.
“Ha ha yes dear, many”.
Zain chuckled, and gazed within that face, his heart uncertain. This day he spent at home, accompanying his wife who made him wonder about her current behavior. There was a sense that could not be described, something that made him afraid to imagine.
“Mas”
“Hmmm, what's up dek”. Zain turned his body to face Zareen.
Silent, Zareen just stared at the husband's face, looking at him for a long time, which made Zain fall silent. But a second after that he closed his eyes when his wife's slender fingers down his face, felt his eyebrows, his eyes, down his nose, his lips, and the index finger stopped on his chin.
“Mashaallah”. That sentence came out of the wife's mouth, which made Zain reopen his eyes.
A beautiful smile greeted him, which fascinated him. He was silent, just silent.
“What almighty God created all this beauty”. Zareen rubbed her husband's cheek with an accompanying smile.
Zain was flabbergasted, he clenched his hand and clasped Zareen's hand on his cheek.
“All this yours dear”.
“Ya, courtesy of Iza”. Zareen smiled again, as well as Zain, who seemed to lose his speaking prowess, paused for a moment due to the erratic pounding of his heart at this time, it was as if there grew a cherry blossom tree, and then it spread thousands of flowers. Well he was happy, very happy, but also scared.
Zareen fell asleep in the same position, Zain raised his hand slowly which he then replaced with a pillow, Zain enveloped his wife and after that he closed the door slowly. He rushed downstairs away from their room, making sure that his voice would not disturb the wife's sleep. Zain dialed the number he memorized, before long the call was connected.
“Assalamualaikum Son..”
“Waalaikumsalam Bu's... Did Mom already sleep”
“New will be son, what is it?”
“Sorry Yes Mom, Zain needs Iu”
“What's up, son? You why?”
“Hmmm Bu, Zain dread”
“Fear why baby?”
“Iza Bu, for a few days his attitude is different, very different Mom, he is very spoiled with Zain, do not want to be far from Zain, he is now not like himself Mom. Zain is afraid Mom, if..”.
“What time?” Ningsih asked continuing, he wanted to be sure
“If Zareen ninggalin Zain Bu”.
Refuting Ningsih was quick, what did this son think?, why could he think of such a ngaco.
“...is not a very natural thing if a wife behaves so to her husband”,
well that's a very reasonable thing, however...
Suddenly Ningsih fell silent, she realized something, “Honey,,,
“Iya Bu”
“Try you take Iza check deh”.
“Check what Mom, Iza emang had been sick yesterday, but now alhamdulillah has improved, already wanted to eat Bu, then he asked to make chicken porridge with Zain”.
Well maybe his guess is right.
“Udah you anterin aja yes, let it be clearer Iza kemarennya pain why”.
“Good Mom, tomorrow Zain deliver”.
“Ok son, directly tell me how the results are tomorrow, dah dear, Assalamualaikum”.
Ningsih stared at the screen of his dead playbook, he said a prayer in his heart that his daughter-in-law might be fine, and when recalling his son's worries just warmed his heart, “Mother wishes you the best of love for your happiness”.
The next day, Zain took Zareen to the hospital.
“Mas, Za it's okay”. Zareen said for the third time when their car had started to run.
“We check again yes dek”.
Zareen sighed, nodded then re-directed his gaze forward. Zain held out his hand and rubbed his wife's head, he hoped in his heart that the results of the examination would show his wife was fine, her fear was not unfounded, not she was too paranoid, he said, just remember that Zareen had run a series of treatments at that time, and therefore he knew that the wife's body was not as strong as before.
Taking a few minutes trip, their car arrived at the hospital recommended by his best friend Bima. After parking the car in Zain's basement down then opened the door for Zareen as usual, then he clasped his wife's hand inside. After taking care of some administrative registration Zain and Zareen told to wait for a while until soon the name Zareenpun called, Zain joined in to accompany the wife.
“Assalamualaikum, good morning Mr, Ibuk”. Greet the doctor who uses pink hijab and glasses that make it look sweet.
“Waalaikumsalam Bu”. Answer Zain and Zareen simultaneously
“So what's the complaint Bu?”
“Actually I am currently okay buk, right yesterday I had been sick, but the fever is ordinary kok buk, and now also already healthy buk, thank God.”.
“...formerly my wife was in a coma buk, very long, I just want to make sure if she is right already fine”. Cut Zain
The woman who saw these two people smiling, she understood the meaning of the husband, the worry, which was very visible in her eyes.
“Alright, I don't papa we just check first yes ma'am, Mom please lay”.
Zareen nodded then he spilled his body.
“Relax only Yes Bu”.
Zareen nodded again, and before the curtain closed he found the smiling husband encouraging him.
Zain waited outside quietly, trying to calm down, drawing and exhaling time and time again, with a heart that kept thinking, he was begging his wife to be okay, he begged his rabbi.
Kreek...
The curtain opened, Zain rushed over to Zareen and helped him to get down.
“Be careful babe”.
“Iyaaa Masss..”. Zareen smiled knotingly
“Where are the results doc?”. Zain turned to the husband who was clutching firmly his hand.
TO BE CONTINUE
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Sorry bgt ya readers I long bgt up his u to this chapter, because some months I was busy preparing for my other dreams he he, he, I hope temen2 who udh mantengin Mas Zain and Mbak Zareen from the beginning is still faithful waiting for the continuation of their story🤭, greetings from girls Minang guys 😙