THERE'S ALWAYS A LEANING PLACE
Azka Wants to Go Home

Farhan stood up slowly. However, suddenly the pain felt piercing his head. Farhan's right hand reflexes holding his head. Of course Via became panicked. He stood up immediately

holding Farhan's body.

Mr. Haris swiftly helped Via. He told Via to pull over because Via himself has not fully recovered. Mr. Haris is worried about the condition of Via if it sustains heavy loads.

Carefully, Mr. Haris laid Farhan's body. He checked Farhan's vital signs. Moments later, the senior doctor breathed a sigh of relief.

“How, Yah?” asked Ms. Aisyah while approaching.

“Alhamdulillah, no serious interference. Hopefully the CT scan results will be good as well. We'll wait until Farhan's condition improves first. Then we will take it to radiology if it is strong sitting. Now, let him rest first.”

They take a deep breath. Their worries are a little less.

Edi says goodbye out. He contacted his men on duty in the morning until noon. He checked their readiness.

Meanwhile, in the room, Via and Bu Aisyah waited for Farhan while continuing to pay attention to his condition. Although Haris's doctor had said that there was no serious problem, they still did not want to ignore it.

Doctor Haris and Eyang Probo chatted on the porch of the room. Eyang Probo lashed out at his son with many questions about Farhan's condition. The old grandfather had not fully believed what Dr. Haris had said.

After half an hour had passed, Farhan began to open his eyes. He looks around. His sight was a little blurry.

“Love, Mother, Farhan's head hurts. Auh.. astaghfirullahal azim,” Farhan moans.

“Patience, Child. Continue to istighfar,” said Bu Aisyah comforting her son.

Via rubbed Farhan's head gently. Actually, she was sad to see the condition of her husband. However, he did not want to show it in front of Farhan.

Farhan closed his eyes again. In his heart he continued to recite Istighfar.

Mr. Haris entered with the Eyang Probo. He saw his son still closing his eyes.

“How, Dad? Farhan is still in pain, tuh,” whispered Bu Aisyah worriedly.

“Patiently mother, yes. Farhan's injury has not been properly treated. Hopefully it's not too late. We wait for the CT scan results, yes!” Mr. Haris calmed his wife.

“When done?” ask Ms. Aisyah.

“Wait three hours. Must be 4 hours fast. I've contacted the radiology officer. At 10:30 the radiology section will be clarified. This is to guarantee the safety of Farhan.” Mr. Haris explained patiently.

“Ctermitted?” Ms. Aisyah asked for an explanation.

“Iya. At 10:30 to 11:30 hours, radiology installations are not used for the examination of other patients. Let Farhan be assured of his safety in addition to comfort. Service only stopped one hour, kok.”

Ms. Aisyah was silent. He looked at the face of his eldest son. Sadness, haru, happy

mixed in the heart.

Via only listened to his two-in-law's talk. He actually wanted to know Farhan's condition immediately.

“Daddy stay first because it has not visited the patient. I'll be back when I finish checking on the patient.” Mr. Haris said goodbye before leaving the room.

Suddenly heard the notification of incoming calls through Bu Aisyah's phone. The owner

the phone rushed to pick up his smart flat object.

“Assalamualaikum.”

“Waalaikumsalam. Mother where?” azka's voice came from across.

“In the hospital, wait for your sister.”

“Indeed Mas Farhankenapa, Mommy?” ask Azka worried.

“Hurt his head relapsed. This is indeed repeated,” replied Ms. Aisyah.

“Move to video call yes, Bun,” Azka said.

Moments later, on the screen of Ms. Aisyah's phone appeared a picture of a handsome boy, her youngest child.

“Mana Mas Farhan?” ask Azka.

“That, another break. Later around 10:30 a new examination will be carried out in the section

radiology,” replied Bu Aisyah while pointing towards Farhan.

“Who, Mother?” ask Via while looking at Bu Aisyah.

“Azka,” replied Bu Aisyah briefly.

“Hai Mbak Via! How are you doing? That's your efficacious husband why?” tanya Azka started to ask her prank questions.

“Azka, your sister is really sick. You don't make it!” tegur Bu Aisyah's.

‘Hehe... Yes, yes, Mother. Uh, I want to go home! It's actually. I'll be leaving in the afternoon. Mas

Farhan said he wanted to take care of me. Please, Mas Farhan can do it as well! Yang

important, don't make a lump. I don't want my good looks reduced,” said Azka with her trademark smile.

Farhan opened his eyes. He turned to his mother, watching the mother who was doing a video call.

“Mother is talking to whom?” ask Farhan lirih.

Aisha, who was talking to Azka, did not hear Farhan's question. She answered her husband's question.

“Mother is talking with Dek Azka.”

“Hey, bad boy! When do you want to go home?” ask Farhan. His voice still sounded weak.

Via approaching Bu Aisyah. The mother's arm.

“Mother, that's Mas Farhan asked,” said Via.

“Hallo my dear brother! Lemes anyway? Didn't get the vitamins from Ma'am Via, hem? Poor,” ledek Azka.

“Basic sister ga polite! When to go home?”

“Why? Kangen?” asked Azka with a wicked smile.

“Iya, miss your shit,” replied Farhan.

“Mother, it's Mas Farhan naughty. The cooking that you eat is not me, this cute and cute little sister. He even misses me. That's why Mas Farhan's head is sick. Kuwalat name!” Azka.

“What tools? There's no such thing. Little boy like you won't make kuwalat,” Farhan denied.

Ms. Aisyah shook her head to see the quarrel between her two sons through a video call.

Via just smiled. He was just happy that Farhan was arguing with his sister like that.

At least, it could comfort Farhan to not feel too much pain.

“Mas Farhan want your handsome brother home? Buy tickets, dong!” pinta Azka's.

“Hey, you are not understanding, bad brother! You don't see your brother sick? Why did I even ask to buy a ticket?” gerutu Farhan's.

“Kan doesn't have to go. Buy tickets while sleeping can also. Mas Farhan is the CEO, wealthy. Time can not,” denied Azka.

“How rich? My card can't be used, it's all blocked. Your sister-in-law made Mas tersandra unable to return home.”

Via holding a smile. However, it also tucked guilt into his little heart.

“Salah Mas also why did not say anything?” Azka blamed her sister.

“Mas has to tell whom? To the swaying grass?” farhan Refutation.

“Sstt, no, don't argue! Azka, what time is your flight schedule?” Bu Aisyah mediates.

“Jam 12.00, Mother. Why?”

“Means about 3pm landing, huh? Want to be picked up?” ask Ms. Aisyah again.

“Nevent gone, Bun. Azka ride ojol only. More fun, kok,” reject Azka.

“Lho, indeed you yourself, Son?” Miss Aisyah astonished. He thought Azka would come home with Mr. Candra and his family.

“Iya, Mother. Azka. I wanted to be with Candra and my family. But, Om Candra will solve the problem of Bang Tedi first.”

Bu Aisyah thought for a moment to remember the name Tedi.

“Oh, who is with Farhan?”

“Betul, one hundred for Mother. Mr. Candra did not want to just tell the men to deliver the sad news while giving compensation.”

Ayesha's mother heard Azka's explanation. He became amazed at the figure of Candra Wijaya who was originally thought to be a rich man who was arrogant.

“In addition, Early again sick. Looks like the boy is exhausted,” Azka continued.

“Terusslah. Importantly, take good care of yourself!” a Message from Ms. Aisyah.

“Hei brother! We'll meet soon. Get ready to be a model photo, yes!” Azka chuckles.

“Hemm, just be careful if I am better,” threatened Farhan.

“No revenge, Mom! Revenge is not good. Ikhlaskan your sister is more famous because of the maximum handsome. Haha...! See you later in the afternoon. Azka wants to get ready.

Assalamualaikum.” Azka's face disappeared from the screen of Ms. Aisyah's phone.

Farhan handed the phone back to his mother. He corrected his position.

“Your head still hurts?” ask Ms. Aisyah.

“Much reduced, Bun. Only sometimes my view is not so clear, “ replied Farhan.

Miss Aisyah took a deep breath. He was really concerned about Farhan's condition.

“Mother don't have to worry about that. Farhan is fine, kok!” Farhan tried to calm his mother.

“Halah, if you are fine, why are you worse now than when you came?” chirps Mr. Haris, “You don't need to be strong-witted. Just tell me what you feel. If you cover up, iu can hinder your recovery.”

Farhan forced himself to pull his lips until a smile was painted there.

“Iya, later if the same doctor, Farhan convey the felt. Did you see any doctor? Doctor Haris too?” farhan asked half-jokingly.

“If doctor Haris is obligatory. You will be treated by a neurologist and orthopedic surgeon. You are strong sitting, aren't you?”

Farhan tried to get up from his position. Via and Bu Aisyah help Farhan.

“Pusing no? If you are dizzy, do not be forced to sit. I asked the nurse to bring a gurney here,” said Dr. Haris.

“Not done, Dad. Farhan insya Allah is strong,” said Farhan assured his father.

He tried to get out of bed. Then, slowly he stood up. However, his body suddenly collapsed and he sat down again on the bed.

***

kuwalat: affected by his own actions that are not good to others.

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