The Journey of the Love of the Haram Child
Chapter 12 The Love That Agoes

"Ustadz Dhakir... Ga gaingt tadz shant." Husein entered Dzakir's room with irregular breathing and sweat that was pouring because of running around.

"What is Sen?"

"I.i.it was tadz huh anu i.it was...!"

"Let you sit down first. It's a drink first set your breath slowly."

Husein also obeyed the words of Dzakir and regulated his breathing.

"It's quiet?"

Husein nodded.

"Try telling me what's going on? What did you see?"

"So in Punggur there will be many people crowded he said there was an accident."

Husein was still a little stammered and occasionally took a deep breath to speak.

"Why does he keep on?"

"I saw Ka Misela's motorcycle ringsek there tadz."

"What?"

"The words of a citizen I asked earlier were that the victim was indeed a woman wearing a green coat."

"Are you sure it's Misela's bike?"

"Yes tadz I'm sure I memorized the license plate. And again the color of Ka Misela's rain coat is tadz green."

Indeed, Husein is Misela's younger sister even though they are different faculties but Misela and Husain are a taekwondo force so Husain is very familiar with Misela's motor matic and Misela's habits because they often meet during training.

Husein immediately found Dzakir because Husein knew that Dzakir had been holding feelings for Misela for a long time.

Dzakir was starting to worry. He then took the phone on the table and tried to call Misela's number. But it can't connect.

"Where is tadz not connected?" Husain asked who panicked to see Dzakir.

"Do you know where the accident victim was?"

"She was taken to Mardi Waluyo tadz hospital."

"If so I want to go there first make sure. Thanks for the info. Assalamu'alaikum"

"wa'alaikumsalam Careful tadz."

Dzakir immediately rushed to the parking lot and drove his car.

The weather began to clear the atmosphere of the Metro city was a little jammed this morning. Because Dzakir took a shortcut to avoid the red light. When arriving at the intersection of the market Cendrawasih Dzakir who drove his car slowly saw the figure of Rangga and a woman was choosing clothes.

"Isn't that Misela's husband? This is the second time I've seen her husband with the same woman." Dzakir was gunny but soon the sound of a car horn from behind surprised him. Dzakir continued his journey.

Dzakir finally arrived at Mardi Waluyo hospital one of the big hospitals in Metro city. After parking his car Dzakir rushed to the receptionist. Hope Dzakir the victim of the accident that Husain meant earlier was not Misela.

"Excuse me, Sus will ask."

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

"How come there was just a woman in the accident who was treated here?"

"Oiya Pak just input data sir. I'll check his name."

"Yes Sus."

"Oh this sir her name is Misela Metina. But the victim's cell phone died so couldn't contact her family."

Deg.

Of course Dzakir was surprised. His hope was not fulfilled. The victim of the accident was truly the woman he loved.

"Sorry Sus, which room is he in now?"

"In the room of the rose number four sir."

"Thank you, Sus."

"Neither."

Dzakir rushed to the room that the sister was referring to.

The door of the room was also opened. It was seen a woman in an instant hijab lying down and closing her eyes. His forehead was wrapped in bandages. His right hand was attached to a broken bone. His left hand was attached to the infusion. The chest down was covered in a hospital blanket.

"Is this really you?"

Dzakir shed tears. It was as if the pain Misela was experiencing now she felt as well. Dzakir sat to the right of Misela. Gently looked at her pale face.

Dzakir saw the bag on the table. That's Misela's backpack. Dzakir also took Misela's phone and it was true that her phone was dead.

"How can I contact your family? I should've taken Erlina your best friend."

Misela began to wake up. His finger movements made Dzakir smile happily. Slowly, Misela's eyes opened. Those beautiful eyes were headed towards the face of Dzakir who was smiling at him.

"Sir Dzakir?"

With a heavy voice Misela tried to call out the name of the only man before her. Her lips were so dry that it was a little difficult for her to speak.

"Misela, don't talk much first. I'll call the doctor first."

Dzakir came out and called a doctor to check on Misela.

After the examination the doctor went and ordered to look after Misela.

Dzakir sat down next to Misela.

"Sir, why are you here?"

"long story. Now what do you want?"

"I'm thirsty sir."

Dzakir then poured water into a glass that was available at the table next to Misela.

"Let's help me sit down first."

Dzakir slightly raised Misela's bed and helped her sit down and drink.

After taking Misela, she lay down.

"Sir Lecturer did my family know I was in an accident?"

"Thank God."

"Why grateful?"

"Sir please don't call anyone not even Erlina."

"Why is that?"

"My family is leaving for Jakarta this afternoon on business. Whereas if Erlina finds out she'll definitely contact my sister Aldian."

"Then who's looking after you and paying for your treatment?"

"Sir please in my wallet there is an ATM. Can you help me take care of his administration?"

"certain."

"And also I'm fine by myself sir. There's a nurse who'll keep me here. I'll just call."

"Is that so?"

"Yes Sir. Sorry to bother the lecturer."

"What are you trying to hide from those who love you so much, Misela?"

"What do you mean, sir?"

"On the way here I saw your husband with the same woman when we were going to the seminar the other day."

"What?"

"Do you know if your husband is cheating?"

"Sorry sir, that's my personal problem. I hope you don't ask me about my household."

"It's my business because I don't want you to get hurt."

"Please leave me, sir."

"Sorry Misela if the time is not right but Misela why did you reject my ta'aruf back then?"

There was no response from Misela. His gaze was straight at the wall before him.

"Is your husband really cheating?"

Misela was silent.

"All right, I'll wait for you outside. If you need anything just scream. I go first assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumsalam."

Now Misela herself in a room that is not so spacious. One bed on his side was empty. Misela remembers what happened a year ago.

One year ago when Misela was still finishing her education in the same boarding school with Dzakir teaching suddenly an ustadzah called her and invited her to a special meeting room.

While sitting in the meeting room kusus already sat an ustadz and ustadzah there Misela was sitting near the ustazah. Then Dzakir entered the room and sat among them.

Dzakir conveyed his good intentions.

"My Assalamu'alaikum Misela called you here."

Dzakir also greeted Misela who was still bowed because this was the first time they sat face to face with such a close distance.

"Wa'alaikumsalam ustadz Dzakir. I need to call me here. Do I have any wrong ustadz?"

"Yes you have it wrong."

"Huh? But I'm wrong what's tadz?"

"You've stolen."

"Afwan ustadz Dzakir I think there is a misunderstanding here. Because I feel I never take things that are not my own and my rights. Can ustadz explain what I stole and who it belongs to?"

With a few hand movements that made her live every word now Misela had dared to look at Dzakir's face. An ustadz who is highly respected and idolized by the women in the pesantren.

"You stole my heart, Misela. I called you here because I wanted to take you ta'aruf. Can I see your parents?"

"Astaghfirullah."

"Why Misela did I misspoke?"

"No ustadz forgive me. I'm sorry I can't accept ta'aruf's ustadz."

"Why are you so quick to answer?"

"I'm sorry iftadz Dzakir I'm not a woman who deserves a pious ustadz Dzakir and very many other women santri even the ustazah who are more appropriate side by side with ustadz Dzakir."

"Misela, no one is perfect in this world except our prophet Muhammad Saw. I myself feel unworthy to be your husband but I can learn to be a proper and perfect husband for you."

"Once again forgive me ustadz Dzakir. Excuse me first assalamu'alaikum."

Misela stood with her head still lowered and left hurriedly after saying her greeting.

Dzakir was very confused at that time. The figure of Misela whom he had always prayed for in the third of his night was now gone for no definite reason.

Mudzakir Alfaruq's. No one does not know the ideal male figure of all women. His beautiful face with a tall and dashing body even the youngest graduate in a renowned Indonesian university.

His father was a Lampung Governor who had served two terms. Not only that Dzakir's father is Prof. Surya Alfaruq S.Kom also has a green campus foundation where Misela is studying there.

Dzakir was an only child and almost all officials and important people in Lampung Province knew him. But Dzakir did not want to follow in his father's footsteps in the field of politics.

Misela was still in a hurry and shed tears. His current destination was the dormitory where his daughter slept.

Misela immediately laid down her body and hugged her sleeping pillow very tightly.

"How could a highly respected man in this city be the husband of an illegitimate child like me? I do admire ustadz Dzakir but I never expected him to be my husband. What would people say if they knew my background. O Allah, forgive your servant...!"

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