The Fading Love
Severely ill

POV Author

At the same time, Zidan and his happy little family were enjoying a good meal. The sky of Lombok city is also in the rain, the same as the sky of Jakarta at that time.

Zidan enjoys a happy holiday with Karina and Nesha, he forgets first love and his eldest son is huddled in front of his parents' house, holding back the cold from the rain.

There is absolutely no intention of Zidan to dispute the order of a second wife that is more recognized by the world than the first wife he married five years ago, marriage is based on love but never recognized by the universe.

It is sad that if Inayah knew that Zidan's loyalty was no longer intact, the trust he gave to Zidan had been tarnished by the forced marriage between Zidan and Karina but ended in a miserable love affair.

A happy laugh was heard echoing from the three humans who were sitting casually on the couch. Cots made of woven bamboo, the cold air they enjoy by sharing love with each other.

Whereas in different places, a woman is already shrouded in fear and anxiety, fear and regret roam in the mind. The child simply complains of cold, pale lips, palms and feet are cold, very much different from other limbs that feel hot when held.

The tiny lips that had held out the voice of a strange voice, were now silent, no sound was heard, the round eyeballs that always described the cheerfulness of the owner of the eye, and the, and inviting a happy smile for the beloved mother, now slowly closed, because the owner of the soul, began to lose consciousness.

The little boy in the mother's arms fainted, not strong the tiny body resisted the coldness of the taste that began to sting his entire small limbs.

The taxi they were riding was speeding up, did not dare the driver whose age was almost in the head of five was driving his vehicle. Slippery roads due to the rain that flushed became the main cause. Obstructed visibility is also one of the reasons why the man does not want to take risks by increasing the speed of his vehicle, which is also, he ignored the screams of a woman who kept asking that the driver could slightly increase the speed of his vehicle, the lips of his son began to turn blue, anxiety became one with endless fear.

Inayah POVs

"honey, Aska, dread mom, wake up baby, sorry mommy son, sorry mamah, aska, wake up baby, wake up son, sir faster sir, my son has a fever" pinta I begged the taxi driver, but he was reluctant, not because of what, now it was raining heavily, the road slippery, visibility difficult eyes, he did not want to take risks and endanger the safety of the three of us.

Aska I've shivered in the cold, I'm really sorry for ignoring my child's whining alone to not go to Zidan's parents' house. Aska's body temperature is increasing, Aska's body temperature is increasing, and Aska's body temperature is increasing, the nearest hospital or such is still about twenty minutes away. My spoken word is unceasing istighfar, dhikr, pleading with Gusti Allah for my son who was in the arms.

I rogoh my pocket looking for a cell phone, I want to call my husband, I hope he just picked up the phone and heard the news that our son is not okay.

But unfortunately, until the 7th call, my call was unilaterally broken. It was as busy as Zidan was for almost a week or so, there was no telling, not even my call at the break-up without any intention of lifting him up for a moment.

"o Allah Zidan, where are you, Aska is sick Zi, Aska is sick! I don't know what to do, I need you Zidan, I need you, Zi" I lament my cell phone that isn't there even a call in or a short message from Zidan.

Not wanting to give up, I sent him a short message, hoping that if Zidan left, Zidan could read my message.

*The Father Aska*

*"Assalamualaikum Zi, Aska is sick Zi, I'm from your mama's house to make your name, please come home for a while, me and Aska need you"

I hurried to bring Aska, some medical personnel who saw me struggling with wet conditions, took over Aska to be given a handler. I waited anxiously, may my son be well.

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I sat next to the Aska bed holding her tiny hand that was freed from the infusion hose, but I refused when the nurses wanted to find the right position on the back of my other son's hand, they gave up with the back of the other hand, I cried because I could not bear to see my son who screamed in pain, roaring as the back of his hand was repeatedly inserted sharp objects there.

Now that things were calmer, Aska slept comfortably, the wet clothes I was wearing started to dry without me coming off. I have no intention of going home, just changing clothes, I don't want to leave my son alone in the hospital without anyone to look after him, I don't want to.

I walked straight while holding my head that was starting to hurt, the hand grip on the Aska bed support was getting tight, I felt my head and back getting heavier, the clean white hospital walls alternately darkened.

I tried to stay conscious, even though I felt fresh blood starting to flow out again.

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I squinted my eyes, I tried to neutralize the view to all corners of the room, I rushed up until the infusion hose that was attached somehow on the back of my hand came off, blood came out because of the pull that occurred.

When I was taken to a different room with my son, where my Aska, who was guarding him, I rushed down, but the hospital room door was opened slowly, a female nurse seemed surprised to see me standing not far from them.

"mother, what's wrong?" they approached me, he wanted to get me back to sleep, obviously I refused.

"i want to go to my son's room, mbak, no one is keeping him there" the nurse rubbed my back to calm me down.

"if the mother is sick, the mother's child is increasingly no one to look after, the mother must also be healthy to accompany her, preferably the mother calls the mother's husband, or the closest family" I want to laugh in front of the nurse who doesn't know how I am. I've been hanging for a week looking for my husband who has no idea where he went. I had close in-laws, but they gave us such a long distance to our relationship. While my parents are far away, there is only me and my son who can strengthen each other now, my son needs me, and so do I.

"my husband is out of town, mbak, I'm also not papa, it was a regular headache"

"mom, soon there will be a night visit, you will have to see a doctor, to check the condition further" I smiled as much as possible, I tried to convince the nurse if I was okay.

"i'm not papa mbak, the one who's sick now is my son"

"Blood in the nose that is now dripping out needs certainty, whether it is ordinary blood, or a sign of severe pain that has not been detected" I fell silent, somehow my throat immediately choked, and then I was stuck, I felt the blood stop coming out, I ran into the bathroom.

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