The Incomplete Love
Azka. Barran. Hayyans.

Hayyan's been lying in the ICU this week. The doctor managed to remove the bullet from his body. Burns have also been treated. Hayyan's condition was stable even though he felt at home closing his eyes.

Just like Hayyan, Azka and Barran are still unconscious in the ICU bed. Thoriq and Kala daily provided Qiara with updates via video call.

The Hamilton-led force had to return to their place of duty. Somehow Abby sometimes wished there was a big tall figure sitting around them.

Thoriq was faithful beside Barran, chanting sacred verses. His presence made the female nurses not dare to enter because it tempted their faith. Whispers about him circulated.

Not to mention Barran's peaceful face in his sleep. The cross-face of the handsome Devan bule and the beautiful Qiara blended perfectly on the face of the triplets.

Thoriq painstakingly bathed Barran because he did not want Qiara's son to be cleaned by a nurse who was not a mahram. Thoriq had also become acquainted with Farah's parents who were visiting their daughter.

Farah's father asked all his students to send prayers for the healing of Hayyan, Azka, and Barran. Likewise with Kala who had become acquainted with the family of Zaenab.

One thing that bothers Kala is when Fatimah began to be difficult to contact. Likewise, Aira who rarely can talk by phone or video call with Fatimah.

Trying to get rid of bad thoughts. Surrender that the best soul mate has been prepared for her. The rest he prayed for the salvation of Fatimah.

Every day Qiara came and sat for hours in the ICU room that Hayyan occupied. He talked about the wonderful memories of his family. Excitement when they go nine or around Europe. Exciting journey to the nature of creation of the Almighty.

Not to forget also the nosy behavior of Kala on her sisters, or Liam the most mature. Qiara also told about the prospective nephew who was still in the stomach of Aira. A distraught mother expects a response from her child. But Hayyan was still sound in sleep.

Qiara recited the scriptures in Hayyan's ear, believing each letter would bring her son closer to healing.

“Hayyan baby, what are you saying, son? Hayyan slept for a week. Awake, yuk. Buna misses Hayyan. Ma'am Abby and Zee also can't wait to get together again with you.”

Gently holding her son's hand, Qiara whispered.

“You know, the meaning of the name Hayyan is life. You are life for Buna. When Hayyan was born, you left and came back. Fight Hayyan. Buna will never be ready to lose you.”

Qiara kissed Hayyan's hand. Hape in his bag shook. Qiara got up kissing Hayyan.

“Buna out for a minute, Darling..”

Qiara came out of the room to receive a call from Thoriq.

“Assalamualaykum, Mas ..” Sapa Qiara in a lethargic and uninspired tone.

“Waalaykumussalam, Buna.”

Qiara's eyes widened. “Barran .. Barran son of Buna. Yes Allah alhamdulillah, alhamdulillaah.” Qiara cried out in tears.

Some nurses who heard and already knew about the condition of the two Hayyan twins were also moved.

“What do you love, son?”

“No taste whatsoever. Yesterday afternoon, Barran just woke up. Shocked because Barran's body was hit by water. It turns out Uncle again washlap-in Barran. More surprised because many monitor cables sticking. What is Hayyan, Buna?”

Qiara looked at Barran in disbelief. Tears are still flowing.

“Buna don't cry. Barran is okay. Even the doctor told me to go home. Uncle takes care of everything. Last night the doctor's motor and memory tests all went well. Also on MRI. Barran emang actually like regular sleep aja.”

Qiara wiped her tears.

“Buna is conscious. Rest yes. Doain your sister.”

Qiara pointed the camera at Hayyan's bed.

“Yes Allah, Yan .. Buna, Barran to there the same Uncle. Hayyan, you hold on. I'm going there, Bro.”

“Barran, do not travel first .. you still have to rest,” cetus Qiara worried.

“What's up, Buna. Barran is healthy. Barran wants Buna and Hayyan. In shaa Allah. Uncle is looking for tickets. Buna, yesterday said Uncle, the family of Farah nemenin Barran.”

“Ya already when the time is right, halalkan.”

“Ready! In the shayah of Allah! Buna also ..”

“Means?”

“Buna, there is a handsome widower, love dead with Buna. Cook not interested?” Barran chuckles.

Qiara regained consciousness, remembering her son had just come to his senses from a long sleep.

“Barran, the time is not right, Darling.” Despite saying so, Qiara's heart warmed and involuntarily blushed her cheeks.

Barran smiled looking at his mother's blushing face.

“Good, Buna. Greetings from Farah's parents. They came home today, last night we had time to meet.”

“Alhamdulillaah's chat. Barran, Buna is so relieved. One child Buna is healthy.”

“Eh Uncle, Barran still phone Buna.”

“Qia ..” Thoriq's face still looks tired, but there is a relief stroke.

“Mas, Qia seneng.” Thoriq stared at Qiara's face for a long time. Qiara's happiness was his happiness.

“Barran ..” Thoriq reprimanded Qiara's son who had only been a few hours unconscious but was already bothering his mother.

Barran chuckles. No sound but his lips said the word ‘halalkan’ to Qiara who sniffed.

“Qia, Mas take Barran to Hamburg yes. Tickets will be later tonight. Barran can go home. Your son was immediately taken out of the hospital. Make a scene nurse here.”

Barran.

“They must have fainted if they knew I had three,” he said confidently.

“Tuh, look at your child, Qia ..”

“Btw Buna's. It seems not Barran aja loh who became an idol in this hospital.” Barran pointed to Thoriq. His eyebrows go up and down.

“Buna is not afraid Uncle Thoriq is being dragged by an Arab girl?”

“You are here,” Qiara's word while chopping down. Thoriq and Barran chuckled.

“In the Lord. What are you saying, Qia?”

“Alhamdulillah like no load lifted. Hopefully Azka and Hayyan will wake up soon too. The doctor said all of Hayyan's vital signs were stable. Only maybe his body needs time to recover.”

“Hopefully recover soon. Yes already, until tomorrow yes, Qia ..”

Qiara returned to Hayyanz's bed

“Yes Allah, allow the servant's child to heal, if this is best for us .. keep him from pain.”

Hape Qiara shook again.

“Abby Darling, what's up, Son?”

“Major Refrigerator and Hayyan's friends are here. Request permission to see.”

Qiara smiled at the name Abby gave Hamilton.

“Buna out, in a minute.”

Qiara tidied up Hayyan because she would be seen by her superiors and friends. Give water to the flower vase on the side table and fold the blanket he was wearing.

After tidy, Qiara walked out towards the ICU waiting room.

There Hayyan's unit had gathered.

Hamilton advanced to greet Qiara as his eyes stared pushyly at the figure behind Hayyan's mother. So did everyone in the room.

“Mas Hayyan ..?” Call Zee.

Qiara flipped over, looking at the duplicate Hayyan standing up with a wide smile.

“Azka! Oh Allah Azka .. This is really you, right? Buna is not dreaming?”

“This Barran, Buna. Cook don't know your own child?”

“Azka!” Qiara slashed out and hugged her son. Azka hugged Bunanya back. Pecking the head of a woman who has lived a week reluctantly to die does not want.

Qiara distanced Azka's body, then observed her.

“Alhamdulillah O Allah. You have traveled fourteen hours. Are you okay? Tired huh? Yuk sits. What do you want to eat? Buna masakin soto want?”

Azka including Hamilton and Hayyan's friends are moved to see the boundless love of a mother for her child.

“Amazing, I can't tell the difference,” murmured Hamilton.

Qiara remembered that she had not yet greeted her son's superior.

“Mayor, this is Hayyan's brother. Name's Azka. He's the eldest of the triplets. Coincidentally the three of them were identical.”

Azka greeted Hamilton and his sister's colleagues. They thank Hayyan for saving them from the onslaught of the second RPG. If Hayyan didn't help, they'd already**** with the Hummer they were riding in.

Abby and Zee can't wait for Azka to finish with Hayyan's friends. Because after that, Abby and Zee immediately embraced Azka.

“Mbak, can't breath.”

“Diem you. Mbak again relieved.”

Hamilton smiled at Abby. One of his men saw. Hamilton stared intently, making the young soldier's guts shrivel.

“Azka, What time?”

“Still outside Buna, Mas Kala again sad. Fatimah cancels plans ta’aruf.”

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