The Heart that is Hurt
episode 273

Zain drove his car with an uncomfortable feeling.

Since meeting people in mental disorders that suddenly go crazy on the market that makes him feel anxious.

But somehow he also felt reminded of Khumairah. He felt that something had happened to Khumairah, but he was too responsible to continue his journey.

The man just kept driving. Then back to the trading yard at the beginning he sold.

Zain began to roll out his wares, and turned on his microphone with calls to the citizens if he brought any basic merchandise.

Some residents who turned out to have been waiting for him came to the yard selling it.

After they bought some groceries and others, now the yard is back quiet and back waiting for buyers.

Zain continued to remember his wife, trying to contact Khumairah, but repeatedly calling her was not appointed.

"Where is Khumairah? Is he washing in the kitchen..?" his mumbling was soft, trying to positive about the condition of the wife.

Then two buyers came, and Zain served him.

After the buyer returned, Zain contacted Khukairah, and there was no answer. His heart grew more agitated, he felt if something happened to the wife.

Zain glanced at his diphonsel clock. Time shows at 12 noon. Zain opened his provisions, and ate them, but he seemed to have no taste. His thoughts continued to be on Khumairah who did not always pick up his phone.

Meanwhile, Khumairah awoke from her sleep. He glanced at the clock on the wall of his room which showed that it was very day.

He wanted to plow from his bed, but his head felt so dizzy.

He again undoes his intentions and massages his pulsating head.

A moment the movement of the baby candidate again made him grimace and his pulsation was getting worse.

Khumairah looked at her phonsel, but far from her reach. He was only able to grimace withstanding the pain, and sometimes a clear bulb fell from the corner of his eye when the pain was so intense, he could only bite the corner of his lip to endure the pain. Even to voice, he was unable to.

As her voice rang, she confirmed it was her husband.

But he could not reach his phone and just stared at it with nanar.

In his trading place, Zain felt that this was unusual. As busy as anything Khumairah will surely lift his call.

Zain intended to close his trading yard, he felt very worried about the condition of Khumairah.

The man closed his trading room. Although he only made a small profit from his trade, he preferred to meet his wife.

Zain was driving his car, he was heading towards a junction that was quite far from the trading field.

Seemed 2 motorcycles chasing him, after noticing him, it was farmers who were oil palm gardening and also rubber farmers who had bought their goods.

"Mas.. Stop banging, want to buy fish" prevent them to Zain by honking his horn so that Zain stops his car.

Zain was forced to stop his car, although he had to rush home, but the two farmers were very good customers.

When they choose the material to be purchased, it appears that many motorcycles are traveling in a crowded direction that turns from the direction towards the intersection.

Seeing a merchant in the middle of the road, one of the riders stopped asking for mineral water.

Zain gave it and the rider gave a piece of money 50 thousand rupiah.

"What's up, Bang? Why are people turning the road here?" ask Zain as gently as possible.

"There was a massive raid, Bang. Understandably the vehicle letters are incomplete and do not have a SIM, so look for another road that passes through the raid area" the rider replied as he downed the mineral water and took the change, then he said goodbye and went back on his motorcycle.

The two peasants were finished with their purchases and asked Zain to count them. After telling the price to be paid by each of the two, then they pay for their groceries and want to leave.

"Bao.. Another road to the City is there, Bang? In order not to latch razia?" zqin asked the two farmers.

"There, Bang, just follow us, we will show you the way, but it takes 2 hours to travel" replied the palm oil farmer.

Zain nodded his head, then turned back his car and followed the two peasants to the causeway to avoid the raid.

It turns out that Zain returned his trade back at the intersection.

Arriving at the intersection, it appears that some people are heading to the left side of the intersection where he held his trading stall.

"Bao.. From the field of this brother, brother turn left, straight, meet the fork turn left, straight, later meet Mushallah, Abang turn right and nati meet the cut road that leads to the city" the farmer said he gave directions.

Zain nodded his head and thanked him, then they parted ways.

Zain continued his journey. He continued to drive his vehicle to get home soon, but sometimes there were also people who tried to call him to buy his merchandise, and he had to stop by.

Meanwhile, Khumiarah has felt your stomach ache because of hunger mixed with pain to withstand pain because the day is very so noon.

The cold sweat restrained the hunger and also the pain of his stomach made him even weaker.

She continued to grow up and hoped her husband would return soon.

The end of trading Zain ludes sold as a result of cutting another path, there is wisdom behind it all.

Zain immediately drove his car to the road that was given instructions by the farmer.

Then he glanced at his diphonsel clock which showed at 3 pm, he continued to drive by hoping to get home soon.

Feelings of worry and anxiety so haunt him when he tried to contact Khumairah who did not even raise his call.

Finally Zain found the highway and headed to the outskirts of the city.

"Come, Honey.. Pick up the phone, why are you making me restless" Zain muttered as he continued to contact Khumairah.

But neither got an answer, and Zain increased the speed of his car. Until finally he arrived at the intersection of his rented house, and turned quickly and parked his vehicle in front of his rented house.

He came down in a hurry and half ran towards the door of the house.

Tok.dok..

"Buddy, Mai.. Dic.. Open the door, it's Mas." said Zain with a knock that got louder.

"There was no answer, and this made Zain even more worried.

"The.. Dik Mai's.. Open door.." Shouted Zain who made some neighbors notice him and tried to approach him.

"What's up, Bang?" ask one of them.

"That, Mas.. My wife was locked inside and she was pregnant, but my calls were not answered" Zain replied.

"Just break the door, Bang..!!" advice from a man.

Then, without asking Zain for his approval, they helped break the door down and finally opened it.

Zain entered in a hurry and headed for the room to check on his wife's condition.

Instantly he gasped in shock at the condition of the wife who looked weak helpless.

"Honey.. You why?" Zain ran over to his weakly drooping wife. There was no answer from the wife, only able to move her lips.

"Hold on.. I'll take you to the clinic now!!" he said while trying to hold the wife, but unfortunately, his false legs are not strong to support the weight of the wife.

Zain ran out, and asked some residents to help him carry his body into the car.

Then two men helped carry the body of Khumairah who already looked pale and very weak in the car to immediately rushed to the nearest clinic and get medical treatment.

~Position Khumairah inspired from tetannga next door home who is young and has a different uterus when at USG. The movement of the baby can not rotate and cross, after the old moon and wait for HPL, the, always heard his cries and moans that sometimes sound so very heartbreaking because he felt his stomach was very sick due to the fetus being inhibited to spin. If you want another child, you still have to have surgery. May he always be given ease and remain in the protection of the Almighty. Aamiins.~