The Pledge of Love The Hafizh Qur'An
there is nothing to blame.

In his slow steps, Faqih came out of the obgyn room. Along with that Farhat moved.

"How's it?" Ask Farhat.

"My wife?" Faqih closed his mouth for a moment holding back a cry, then sighed. "My wife has appendicitis."

"Inalienn..." Farhat replied, he immediately embraced the body of his best friend. "Prophey, man... You have to be patient."

"He had to have surgery, because it was pretty bad. I'm really afraid I'm afraid anything will happen to him." Faqih's shoulders began to shake, crying.

"Ustadzah Nuha will definitely be fine. You believe in that." Farhat patted his best friend's back. Faqih also let go of the embrace.

"Farhat...? I was wondering, how many times have you seen my wife in pain?"

"Lumayan often. Only what was clearly visible when you left that time, and a few days ago, was also when the ustadzah just arrived near your office." Answer Farhat.

"Yes Allah... How could I not know that my wife is sick." Faqih fooled himself, walked slowly towards the wall with both hands clenched near his forehead clinging to the wall as he sobbed.so that night my wife was sick, and not last night either. O Allah my fool.' Faqih banged his head slowly.

"Calm yourself Faqih. Beersighfar, this is your test..."

"But I'm guilty, I'm completely insensitive. I'm too busy with my work, to the point that I don't know my wife is sick."

"There's nothing to blame here, so stop blaming yourself. Now. You better call his family. Abi and his ummah should know." Farhat's Word.

"Oh God." Faqih still sobbed. He took a deep breath, and breathed it out.

Until a mobile phone vibration makes him gasp. He saw Rumi's name on the screen. Faqih accepted it.

"Assalamualaik." Answer Faqih rasping.

"Moskalam A'... Sorry, is there a problem A'? A'a's voice sounded bad."

"Noah... Nuha's sick, she's got appendicitis. And now for the operation." Answer Faqih.

"It's natural..." Rumi muttered suddenly feeling weak. "Has Abi Irsyad been told?" Ask Rumi.

"No, I haven't told anyone yet. Because I just got out of the gynecologist's room, after checking on Nuha."

"Yes Allah... Then I'll tell Abi and Umma."

"No need for Rumi. Just let me.... I don't feel good if Abi Irsyad knows this news from you."

"Alright then A'... Patient, A' we just pray. Hopefully Dede is fine, maybe this afternoon I also walk to Jakarta."

"Yes Rumi.... Be careful on the road."

"Yes A'... Assalamualaikum."

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah." Answer A' Faqih while turning off his phone. Until finally he also pressed the call button on the Ustadz Irsyad number, in order to inform the current state of Noah.

The house of ustadz Irsyad....

Ustadz placed his phone on the table where he was standing at the moment until his hands were supported on the table with his body slightly inclined. He also beristighfar many times and then walked into the kitchen room, where Rahma was cooking an iftar dish.

"Dek Rahma." Call him from the door. Rahma also looked.

"Yes mas?"

"Turn off the fire, baby... And come here." Ustadz Irsyad sat on his dining table chair. Rahma obeyed her husband's orders and sat down directly in front of him.

"What's wrong?" Ask Rahma.

"There's bad news, baby."

"Tabards are not good? What mas? Excuse me... Rahma's feelings were not good. Rahma remembered Noah, his intention later after breaking his will to ajakin mas to the house of Ustadz Rahmat." Said Rahma who suddenly felt sad, especially the eyes of ustadz also seemed to stagnate. He rubbed Rahma's face, silent for a moment. "Quick reply, news not wearing what?" I almost cried, Rahma.

"Our daughter is sick." The answer. Clear thread drips too.

"Sa...sick? What pain?" Ask Rahma.

"There is inflammation of the appendix. And Nuha will run the operation right now."

"Oh Allah, why can you...? Then what are we waiting for at the hospital... We're going there now." Isak Rahma took her Husband.

"Srsttt... Da... Honey, we're going to the hospital. But you have to be calm first. God willing nothing will happen."

"Mas, appendicitis is not a disease that we can ignore, it could endanger the life of Nuha mas!!"

"Yes, I know. But we have to calm down the deck."

"Well, Rahma wants to ask? How bad is it?? It hasn't broken yet, has it? Is it not mas?"

"Thank God not Faqih said. It's only been eight months and it's been spitting pus out as well."

"Oh my God, why could it be...? Did Faqih not notice if his wife was sick? It must have hurt a lot."

"Hey... Dear Istighfar, don't blame anyone. Not okay... It's a test for us, no one deserves to be blamed."

"Hiks... Now we go to the hospital... Come on, Irsyad." Pulling the husband's hand.

"Yes... Yuk, we're ready." Ustadz Irsyad left, and they were getting ready to go to the hospital where Noah had the appendix removed.

As with Ustadz Irsyad, Faqih also informed his parents about the condition of Noah. Until Ustadz Rahmat and his wife also rushed to the hospital.

Seriate...