The Desired Angel of Heaven
Chapter 55

Hendra quickly drove his car to the Premiere Surabaya hospital. He had contacts who worked at the hospital. After parking the car, the two immediately headed to the IGD unit for the first treatment in patients.

After waiting for a while Hendra finally brought Faiq to see a doctor of internal medicine. A parobaya woman was waiting in her room.

“Good morning, bu.” Sapa Hendra to dr. Risma Dewanti is already on standby in her chair. Hendra knows dr. Risma because she is the mother of her close friend Kelvin who also works as a surgeon at the hospital.

“Somebody can help, son Hendra?” dr. Risma smiled kindly at the two. Just this time he saw Hendra with the young man.

“This is my boss, ma'am. His name is Faiq Al FAreza, he is from Jakarta. But it has been three days of nausea and vomiting, until his physique is weak. Her appetite also diminished.” Hendra explained the condition of Faiq who just silently watched their interaction.

“Alright, I check first yes son Faiq...” Risma directly put his stethoscope on the stomach and shifted up to Faiq's chest, while checking his blood pressure. His forehead wrinkled trying to find something and pressed down on Faiq's stomach.

“What here feels pain?” He looked at Faiq carefully.

“No, doctor.”  Faiq always shook his head at dr. Rism.

Finally dr. Risma ended her examination. He sat back in his chair waiting for Faiq who was still tidying up his shirt.

“What disease am I experiencing, doctor?” Faiq asked curiously looking at the face of dr. Risma who smiled faintly. All this time he never complained about the condition of his body. And he didn't feel like he had any disease. He's very worried now.

“Nak Faiq is married?”

Faiq nodded quickly while smiling at the face of his wife who suddenly missed his presence.

“Actually that need to be brought check that nak Faiq's wife. How long has Faiq been married?”

“Almost four months, doctor.”

“Wah, still the angles. It seems that the seedlings nak Faiq emang joss tenan. Take your wife to the gynecologist. Nak Faiq has couvade syndrome which means sympathetic pregnancy.”

“Means?” Faiq still does not understand the words of dr. Rism.

“Wife nak Faiq is pregnant young. But the one who feels the nausea and vomiting is son Faiq. That's called sympathetic pregnancy.”

“Alhamdulillah, O Allah. Hani has conceived my son.” Faiq was grateful to hear the words of dr. Rism.

He immediately remembered a week ago when Hani wanted to take him to eat at the Padang restaurant, but Faiq rejected him because of Hesti who suddenly slipped in the bathroom, so he did not obey Hani's wishes.

Grief and guilt suddenly clouded Faiq's feelings. He did not know that Hani was craving and wanted to eat Padang rice.

“If the wife wants something to be obeyed yes. Kan kasian..It is not the will of the wife you know, but the fetus in the womb.”

“Thank you very much, doctor.” Faiq simply fused his hands to his chest as dr. Risma wants to regret it. “I will remember doctor's message.”

Her body that was feeling weak again excited to know that Hani is pregnant with her fetus. The kind of baby she really hopes for. His longing for Hani rises suddenly, considering that in Hani's womb there has been a junior Faiq.

Again Faiq contacted Hani's phone, to ask him how he and the children were doing. Disappointment returned to him, the number he contacted remained out of reach.

“Maybe Hani again sulks..” Faiq tried to entertain himself. “And felt jealous of Nesti, to the point of not heeding my call..” Faiq stared at his phone.

Anxiety began to disturb his thoughts. For two days he tried to contact Hani's phone, let alone answer, the call was always out of reach. Faiq was feeling restless. But he tried to be calm.

While walking in the hospital hallway, Hendra stopped his steps to see a hijab-wearing girl walking with a religious look.

“Assalamu’alaikum, Kiai.” Greet Hendra politely when they are facing off.

“Wa’alaikumussalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh.” Kiai Solehuddin who came with his daughter named Hafizah stopped his steps to see Hendra who was walking with a young man.

“Tuan Faiq, introduce him Kiai Solehuddin the leader of one of the ponpes in the city of Surabaya.” Hendra. His eyes glanced at Hafizah who lowered her face not daring to look at him.

Faiq smiled as he extended his hand to greet Kyai Solehuddin. He realized something was going on between Hendra and the kyai's daughter.

While shaking Faiq's hand, Kiai Solehuddin felt a stinging heat in his hand. He looked at Faiq's face carefully. He shook his head in disbelief noticing what his inner eye had just seen.

“Pak kiai no need what come here?” Hendra asked politely.

“There is a family of fathers who are being cared for here.” Kiai Solehuddin's gaze turned to Faiq, “Nak Hendra, after Isya came to the father's house. Invite friends. You see there is a negative energy that follows it.”

“Good kiai.” Hendra said retreat followed by Faiq with a frown on his head to hear the words kiai Solehuddin.

Arriving at his office Faiq directly entered the room. He wants to rest immediately. But he remembered, his stomach had not filled anything since vomiting this morning. Suddenly the original food of Surabaya just appeared in his head.

“Hen, please find me a two-serving ramjak, as well as lontong racing.” When he said that, Saliva Faiq already felt melted on his lips.

“Wah, this cravings boss.” Hendra smiled, “Message let alone boss?”

Faiq recalled for a moment, “Tell your secretary to keep your distance from me. I can't smell her perfume, very disturbing.”

“What do you mean?”

Hendra chuckled, “Yesterday afternoon during the meeting, the boss also vomited when approached Celin, marketing manager.”

Faiq smiled hearing Hendra's words that sounded unreasonable. But there's a point, too. Then when he kissed Hesti, he immediately vomited. But why when close to Hani his emotions always increase?  Does it make sense?

Faiq was already preparing with his casual clothes. At four o'clock in the afternoon he will return to Jakarta his longing for Hani and his three children have arrived in ubun-ubun. With a steady step he walked out of the hotel room. A smile spread on his face.

Using the hotel car that took him to the airport, Faiq stepped excitedly. In the next few hours he will meet his beloved family. Hendra calls through a cell phone stored in his leather jacket he does not care. After checking in, Faiq entered the waiting room. The Sriwijaya plane will depart at 4 pm.

While waiting for departure for about 10 minutes, Faiq opened his phone. He read the office chat as well as some incoming messages. There were no messages or calls from Hani. While chat and missed calls from Nesti there are several times entered but he let. For a while the news of Hani's pregnancy made him forget that he also had another wife.

Faiq was upset, hearing the flight information to Jakarta had to be postponed for up to 5 hours due to the plane he was about to board slipped so that it could not take off. If you know this meningan he asked to be picked up by private jet.

He called Hendra to get her back. Tomorrow morning he will contact Handoko his assistant who is in Jakarta to pick him up using a private jet. Without a sound Faiq followed Hendra's steps towards the company's car parked at the airport location.

“Bos, we go directly to home kiai Solehuddin ya.” Hendra tried to remind Faiq.

“If not there then why?” Faiq closed his eyes imagining Hani's face and their baby.

“There may be unexpected things that want to be conveyed kiai Solehuddin. I'm sure it's not a trivial matter.”

Faiq opened his eyes, “Alright. Consider it silaturahmi.” Faiq said, nodding his head in agreement with Hendra's proposal. He actually did not believe the speech of Solehuddin kiai, but he appreciated the invitation of the charismatic kiai.

Entering the pesantren cottage, the Maghrib azan was immediately heard. Hendra parked the car next to the mosque. The santriwan and santriwati cheerfully walked towards the mosque.

After performing the Magrib prayer, some of the ustadz and kiai of Solehuddin still sit itikaf in the mosque. There are also those who discuss lightly the problems experienced by the cottage and the problems of santriwan and santriwati.

Azan Isya has been reverberating. Faiq and Hendra immediately followed the prayers of Isya congregated with the ustadz and santriwan and santriwati who now filled the mosque.

Faiq and Hendra had not left the mosque when the Isha prayer was completed. They were still waiting, until soon a santriwan approached them, because it had been awaited kiai Solehuddin in his residence.

“Assalamu’alaikum.” Faiq and Hendra greeted each other.

“Waalaikumussalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh.” The heavy voice of Solehuddin welcomed the two.

Faiq looked around. The room is not too big, but it is quite cool. He saw four ustadz people in the room. He nodded his head with reverence at them.

“Include son Faiq. This is ustadz Zaky, ustadz Romi, ustadz Azzam, and ustadz Hikmal. He's the four of these my assistants.” Kiai Solehuddin introduced 4 young men who were familiar with them.

Faiq smiled as he extended his hands shaking hands with all four of them.

“I'm sure son Faiq didn't believe my remarks this afternoon.” Kiai Solehuddin went straight to the point of making Faiq unwell.

“I mean it's not like that, kiai. I just don't believe in such a problem. In this age and instant, I think it makes no sense.” Faiq tried to convey his thoughts.

“Nak Faiq, everything that happened in the time of the prophet, everything will happen again. Our own apostles were once exposed to magic. So we have to believe that such things include supernatural things. Staying alone, how we endeavour to avoid such things.”

Faiq nodded his head. He did not want to argue with the kiai Solehuddin, because it was not a good argument against older people. Moreover, kiai Solehuddin is a religious leader and respected among the community.

“Does son Faiq have enemies?” Kiai Solehuddin immediately searched him with a question.

Faiq shook his head, “I have no enemies, kiai. And I entrust everything to God to protect me and my family.”

“Stool once.” Kiai Solehuddin confirmed Faiq's opinion. He took a glass of water, then recited a prayer over it instantly blowing into the water. He reached out to Faiq, “Minum.”

Hendra nodded his head looking at the doubt in Faiq's eyes.

“Bismilbornrahmanirrahim.” Faiq drank it with one gulp.

Kiai Solehuddin stared at Faiq without blinking, “There are trying to disturb your household. And make son Faiq part with family.”

“Astagfirullahaladjim.” Faiq was surprised to hear the words of kiai Solehuddin. He did not believe all of this, because he did not see any irregularities in his household.

“I see the negative energy from the eyes of son Faiq. You don't feel at home. And often fight with your wife. That man has instilled hatred of son Faiq towards wife and family son Faiq.”

“That's impossible..” Faiq shook his head in disbelief. Her relationship with Hani is fine, and she is warm. Although he must admit, lately there has been something stuck in his mind.

“As far as Faiq wants to believe it or not. They send it through food. Their magic is very powerful. But because Nak Faiq has not consumed food for two days from them his magic becomes weak.”