The Pledge of Love The Hafizh Qur'An
good bye Ziya

Inside Farhat tried to calm her down, until both of the girls' hands touched Farhat's right hand squeezing her.

'astagfirelove al'azim... O Allah.' Farhat was awkward, because his hands were made a tool to ease his pain by the woman.

"sick... Oh, my God." Qori's creeping.

"Istighfar mbak's... Just a minute." Still trying to calm down with a gaze fixed on his hand that is still in the squeeze of the girl. 'O Allah, forgive me.' the increasingly trembling inner Farhat. Until some people start coming to them.

"Please help, we'll take her to the hospital. Does anyone here know his parents?" Ask Farhat.

"There is no need to find his parents ustadz, his father is not home from last night, must be gambling somewhere." Said one of Qori's closest neighbors.

"Be...so is it? That's mother?"

"His mother, has long run away with her affair ustadz, even Qori is just pregnant without a husband." Replied the middle-aged woman next to Qori. The girl shed more tears, when the disgrace of her family was opened in front of Ustadz Farhat.

Hearing that Farhat instantly diverted, he did not want to hear anything bad from the girl's family. And immediately drove the residents to help bring him to the hospital.

(That wonder who Qori is, can check the Novel Pledge of love ustadz Irsyad, Missing chapter entitled Pregnant women.)

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In the hospital...

A midwife checks the opening, which turns out to be still at the opening of one.

He also asked the man waiting outside to come in to accompany his wife, which the midwife knew.

Until a nurse came out, approached Farhat who was sitting in front.

"Excuse me, please." Call that treatment. Farhat immediately moved. "What is the husband of the patient?" Ask him later.

"Mom... No, not the nurse." Answer Farhat.

"Then you're ready?"

"I? I'm his relative" replied Farhat of origin.

"so yeah. Since you are the guardian of the patient, I ask you not to go anywhere. And please accompany the patient until the final opening. Because this patient seems to be giving birth to her for a long time, it can be up to twenty-four hours."

"Well, has it been that long?" Ask Farhat.

"More or less, sometimes there is more. I hope it doesn't last that long."

"Oh God."

"Please accompany him inside."

"Ta..but sus?"

"Please come with me. Kasian's got his own pain there."

Farhat was not willing to step up yet, he was still confused. How could he wait for Qori inside while they were not muhrim. But because none of the mothers wanted to accompany him to the hospital, Farhat instead took care of everything himself. And now he also had to wait for that woman? Farhat was worried, but finally he entered with beristighfar many times.

Inside he saw the position of the Qori that was tilted to the left as recommended by the midwife so that the opening quickly increased. Farhat was approaching, but not too close either. He saw that face was still in pain that made him not have the heart.

"Sa.sabar yes... Ma'am." Farhat. Although Qori still did not answer. Farhat also brought the plastic chair closer, and sat there at a distance of approximately half a meter from the position of Bed Qori, right at the entrance of the curtain.

Since there was nothing he could do anymore, Farhat read the Surah Maryam to the girl. Hope her suffering passes soon, and she can give birth normally and smoothly.

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In a different hospital...

The morning sky was starting to light, making some nurses come to open the curtains, and windows so that air circulation entered well inside. In addition, usually the janitors will clean the floor like sweeping and mopping.

During the cleaning period, the patient waiters will be asked to come out, as well as Faqih, to make Noah alone there.

In silence, he heard the moaning of the little boy next to him, and Noah turned his head. He could not see the boy's face because he was blocked by a large oxygen tube next to him. Nuha was feeling as though, judging from her body, the girl seemed to still be very young. And his voice was not even foreign.

"Mother? Hix... Mum...?" Call him in his sobs. Noah felt unbearable, he tried to sit down, but his stomach was not yet strong. Until he returned to his body.

"Mom–" call her again.

"Sir..." Call Nuha. The girl suddenly fell silent. "Don't cry. Your mother was outside for a while. Don't be afraid either, because there's a big brother here." Connect gently Nuha.

The little girl also wiped her tears slowly. "Whose brother? Brother's voice is like the voice of Noah's body." Ask in a weak voice.

The deg...! Nuha just remembered this voice was the voice of Ziya, her protege.

"I..iya this is the body of Nuha, Ziya is there? Ziya is sick what dear?" Ask Noah.

"Nuha's Ustadzah? Really true?" The girl was about to get up but because she was so weak she could not do it. "Ust... Ustadzah why is it here? Is a sick person also like Ziya?" He asked, his voice very softly heard.

"Ziya's sick? What pain does Ziya have?" Noah asked, Suddenly his sadness began to rise.

"Ziya doesn't know what pain? But mother said, in order to recover quickly Ziya must routinely come here. Meet the doctor Ziya loves."

"Oh God..." Noah touched his chest.

"Mod..." Call the girl.

"Yes baby?"

"Yesterday memorized Surah Al Mulk right?" Ask Ziya.

"Yes dear."

"Sorry, Ziya did not leave. But...?" Paused for a moment because the girl coughed again, until fresh blood came out of her nose. He also wiped it with the clothes he was wearing.

"Ziya... It's okay, right?" Noah was worried, he even shed his tears.

"Ziya it's okay 'ok ust, hehehe." He could still chuckle even with his weak voice. "Ust... Ziya setor is now the rote." Ziya.

"But Ziya will still be sick, then just wait for Ziya to heal huh. We'll see you back at Tafiz's house."

"Ziya wants to get rid of it now just..." He answered, closing his eyes for a moment and then opening again.

"I.iya, ustadzah hear it. lafadz kan ta'awudz and basmalahnya, dear." Nuhah said, wiping away her tears.

"Yes just." Smiling, coughing again for a moment... Even when the blood started to come out of his mouth.

"Ziya?"

"I started ya ust. audzubillahiminasyitonirojim bismilbornrahmanirrahim." Cough again.

"Ziya, not now?" Noah was worried. Ziya continued his reading. It sounds so weak that reading. While Nuha was still closing her mouth, crying, because Ziya's voice was always choked with her cough. Which if Noah saw it would probably slice again, where Ziya's mouth was already full of blood coming out, even on his nose as well.

"Sodaqallahul'adzim." Ziya murmured even more softly, those eyes closed, with a hand falling from his mouth that he covered, and just hanging.

"Zee... Ziya's? Ziya?" Call Noah, he insisted on waking up, though the pain was still felt even more. He looked to the side, getting the girl to be quiet. Noah presses the emergency bell to call the nurse outside.

"Ziya's awake... Ziya...?" Still pushing the bell. Ziya's mother ran in because she saw her daughter from outside.

"Ziya... Hix... Wake up... Son..?" Isak Ziya's mother.

Doctors and nurses checked on Ziya.

"Oh God..." Nuhah muttered as she shed tears, feeling more panicked, especially when the curtain was closed again by the nurse.

The doctor checked the clock. Then fold both hands of the little girl in front. He looked towards his mother then. "I'm sorry, ananda Ziya was home at six and fifteen minutes" said the doctor, while the treatment was cleaning up the remaining blood on her lips and nose.

"Ziyaaaa... Ziya..." Isak the mother limp, found her son had gone home first.