Thaha
Rain Carrier Miss 9

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the sound of the raindrops hitting the roof of the originally silent hospital, the small, unisonful thump forming a harmonious melody, ushering in tranquility to every soul that hears

I looked at the speck of rain that fell through the window, how perfect God created every harmony, the day that changed the night, the sun that shone brightly replaced the moon that shone dim, the heat that changed cold. so will the crying that will bring up a smile.

how perfectly did Allah create every thing, indeed Allah is all-knowing of the best things for his creatures, should I grieve over every line of destiny that Allah has assembled so beautifully.....?

isn't the ordeal that comes only a small part of the pain of so much happiness that God has given us....? how will we be happy if we never know pain.....?

should I complain and be angry with God about what happened to me.....? while the real baby is not mine, only one thing I regret, why am I so ignorant of my body condition, to mendholimi he innocent

it is, however sad and regretful the inflamed, will never restore what has been lost. it is not easy but there is nothing in vain.it will be a valuable lesson for me. to be more sensitive, more take care of every care of God that God has given me

in Allah, nothing will be in vain

"Assalamualaikum" came knocking on the door after greeting

I woke up from the daydream, turned to look at the mother who was still reading a book with her ears covered with a head phone, O mother God, how can you listen to murotals while reading....?

female

multitasking

hhuuuffff, I took a heavy breath before answering my greetings to see who was behind the door, given the current condition that not just anyone can go in and out of the hospital, no visits, no visits, moreover, the night visit.my feet stepped closer on the door leaf

there stood a man who was like no stranger, but unfortunately I forgot him

"good night Mrs. Aslan, I am Mr. Sham's secretary. Aslan" while listening directly to how Sham introduced myself makes me a little brain twisting, Sham...? Sam....? secretary Louis....? louis's friend.....?

"Yam....? Sam....? louis's friend...?" I asked to be sure

" yes, you could say that"

"what's the....?" I asked what Sam was coming for

"i came to deliver Mr.'s order. Aslan and dinner"

Sam handed me two paper bags of different sizes

"jezakallah khoiran katsiran"

"em, the doctor told Mr. Aslan if your condition improves, in shay God tomorrow you can go home, and Mr. Aslan asked me to ask, when do you want to go home....?"

I am a little amused when listening to others using language that is too formal to talk to me, and again why should also use Mr. or Mrs. This is not abroad, this is Indonesia. Come on, come on, and Mr. Aslan.....? isn't Sham Louis' friend....?

how is their friendship model....?

"tomorrow morning, if you can and thank you for this" I lifted two paper bags that Sam had handed over.

I no longer extended the conversation quite as necessary. it was better and more awake

"i'll tell you, and I'll work on it"

"again, thanks"

it's not a stale base, but I said it sincerely

after Sam moved back and disappeared behind the door, I turned to my mother who surprised me suddenly with her soft voice

"dinner....? Louis always, even though mom had said if mom could buy it herself, mother to pity with Sham who had to go back and forth the hospital offices"

mother explained, although there was a protest tone in her voice, her hands were outstretched asking for a large paper bag containing dinner

I walked beside my mother to the sofa resting on an infusion pole

"Zu knew, from the beginning Zu to Syam, and his secretary had already waited at the airport, and when they arrived at the hospital they took care of every need Zu, and the secretary had been waiting at the airport, although pity but the mother is also grateful for their help, talking about Louis, does Zu know how Louis interacts with his colleagues....? why do you feel like they seem so scared of Louis....?"

naturally the mother felt confused, the mother did not know if Louis was their boss, not an ordinary co-worker

"yes, mother-in-law, quiet, kind of jutek, hard to smile, that's the point"

I was at a loss for myself how to describe Louis's attitude that was far from being friendly to others

"cook anyway....? quiet yes, but the mother's daughter-in-law was not jutek really" mother felt not welcome to hear my words about Louis

"yes, mother-in-law is the best,

" Which do you want to eat....? this is Louis buying chicken porridge and rice Padang"

"Zu, there will be food rations from the hospital, for mothers only. that's Sam who bought it instead of Louis, mother's daughter-in-law is in Italy where can send food"

"can dong, mother's daughter-in-law is a lot of sense"

mother cuek open and eat rice padang which he said from the brother mantu

let's leave the mother enjoying a free meal from her only son-in-law.

my hand I now open the other package, which is the size of the paper bag is smaller. Inside there is a wallet with a beautiful pastel color and also a new HP, in it,

when I opened it, in the wallet there were already several cards and cash, even identity cards that were previously lost in Italy have now been changed with new cards, he said, some debit cards and one card that is a little different from the others, it certainly makes me frown, a business card with the name DR. Azura Khalil, I don't know why Louis put it in my wallet....?

I switched on a new HP that turned out to have filled some applications that I needed, a card with enough quota for several months. when I looked at the contact, there were several names that already occupied the list, there were several names that had been, my parents' second number, brother and sister, and Louis's family number, there was one name that made me a little amused when I read it

"My everything" without looking at the number - even I already know who the name belongs to

there's-there's, I want to change it but pity also Louis who proudly wrote the name, so let it be, even though I'm very itching to replace it with the name Mr. Aslan

it must have been funny when Louis saw that

I saw Elisha's name on the list, after weighing it long enough I finally decided to suppress it

" Hello, Zu" didn't have to wait long, Elisha's familiar greeting greeted my eardrum

"hallo, Elisha, how are you....?"

(hallo Elisha, how are you....?).

I asked carefully

"pretty good, how about you, is everything ok.....?"

(well, Zu himself how, is everything okay....?).

"not bed, Elisa about Elio, I am sorry"

(not bad, Elisha about Elio, I'm sorry)

I don't know how to say it, but I never really had any intention of bringing Elio with me

"Zu, you are also Elio's mothers, it's ok, I am also great full that Elio with you right now, you know, we need to get our honeymoon, so it's ok. I feel happy, if Elio is happy with you"

(Zu is also Elio's mother, it's okay.I'm even grateful that Elio is with Zu now, Zu know, me and Luca need to go honeymoon, so it's okay. I'm glad Elio's happy)

hearing Elisha's words made me a little calmer about Elio

we talked for a long time, even Elisha told his story about him and Luca and how he and Elio were not very close, and instead Elio was closer to Louis

the more I heard the story, the more my affection grew for Elio, the greater the desire to keep him, and the more the desire to embrace him gnawed my mind, I really want the day to come so I can go home soon and hug my baby padlocks

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