Well with you
CHAPTER 3
Fahmi works as usual, treating patients who are in an emergency. He must be able to be dexterous, because patients need good treatment from every doctor and nurse.
Being a nurse is not her goal. This is the ideal of the Mother that he succeeded in realizing. If he had passed the University entrance test with a major in English, of course he would have chosen it. But, maybe because the old man's ridho is stronger, then fate also says, this is the way.
At first he didn't accept it, but it just made everything feel heavy. He finally chose to be sincere. And it turns out that sincerity is beautiful, sweet anyway.
Ting!
Cellphone ringing. Soon Fahmi opened his phone. There was a message coming in.
Mr. Nurse, let me go to Mom's. Mom told me to go to her house.
Fahmi didn't want to type a message for long. He immediately called Fira by phone.
"You wait for me to come home. Later we go to Mother's house together yes," Fahmi told someone there.
"I don't want to ah. Wait for you to like it for a long time."
"Women cannot go out except with their mahram. I'm not letting you go alone."
"Yes, easy, I just called Alvin for my anterin."
Hearing that name, made Fahmi round his eyes furious. "Who tried Alvin. No, you have to wait for me!!!"
"Damya, lamaaa! Gapapa, Alvin can take care of me."
"Yes whatever! I don't care!"
Fahmi was already disappointed when Fira again called the name. Soon it reject.
"The marriage is the same as Alvin Alvin. I knew only her husband was more cute" Fahmi said after she ended the call.
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Fahmi intends to stay longer in the hospital. He's sure, if Fira hasn't come home yet. He's so bored. All his friends are on duty. Only he finished the task. His job was just playing a cell phone. Just browse facebook, instagram, WA, gallery, listen to music, open Youtube, and others. The point is he's very bored.
"Ah, just go home," he murmured when he thought he had not found a message on his phone several times.
Fahmi takes a black jacket and wears it. Soon he went to the parking lot to pick up his bike. In half an hour, Adhan Ashar will reverberate. He quickly drove his motorbike home.
On the other hand, Fira fell asleep on a shofa that was in the TV room. It is not usually Fahmi to come home late like this, so Fira was tired of waiting. He knows, even though Fahmi's situation at home is like the wind, but he always feels there is a guard. Although in reality he was never considered to exist by Fahmi. At least if met, they could fight mouth to eliminate boredom. Because to be honest, the most mengasasikan it was a debate with Fahmi, especially if he won in the debate.
Shortly after, Fahmi arrived at the simple courtyard of the house. Fahmi was upset, because the fence of the house was not closed. Because Fahmi knows, Fira is at his mother's house and escorted by Alvin. What makes Fahmi more furious, it turns out the door of the house is not locked. What the hell do you want? What about this house? inner Fahmi's upset.
Fahmi opens the door and finds Fira falling asleep in front of the lighted television. Fahmi is surprised, he thinks Fira is at his mother's house and forgets to lock the fence and the door. Fahmi intends to wake him up, but he loses quickly because Fira was awake.
"Eh, just got home?" ask Fira.
"Why not go to Mom's?" fahmi asked to switch the conversation.
"Alvin's motorbike broke down, he can't help me."
"That is, her husband does not want you to walk with others. Nih, the Prophet said:
"لَوْ كُنْتُ آمِرًا أَحَدًا أَنْ يَسْجُدَ لِأَحَدٍ لَأَمَرْتُ المَرْأَةَ أَنْ تَسْجُدَ لِزَوْجِهَا “
If I could have someone prostrate to someone else, then I would have a woman bow down to her husband.” (Hadits shahih the history of At-Tirmidhi, in shahekkan by Al-Albani in Irwaa’ul Ghalil (VII/54)."
Fira lowered her head and admitted her mistake inwardly. "Yes, I'm sorry. I'll wait for you too. So why are you home late?"
Fahmi was silent, not responding to Fira's question. "Ah, it's not important." Fahmi leaves Fira.
"Hey, where are you going?"
"Prepare to pray."
"Definitely to the mosque, huh?"
"Yes yes. That cowboys are congregating in the mosque, not at home!" answer Fahmi judes.
"Mom took a bukber in her house" said Fira.
Dicekin and ignored has become a routine food for Fira. It's common for him to get unsavory treatment from Fahmi. Sometimes, if not her husband, maybe occasionally he wants to punch Fahmi who is super cute.
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Fira opens the whole fence because this time they will leave by car. It's nothing, but Fahmi already has the intention to give orphans in Al-Jannah Orphanage to eat to break their fast.
The car drove to a catering station. Fahmi got down and transported about 40 boxes of rice into his car. Fira just stayed in the car, ignoring Fahmi who had several times back transported the box rice.
Fahmi made Fira annoyed, when he was tired of transporting, Fira instead asked casually, "Udah?"
Hah, rather than Fahmi having to throw his anger in front of Fira, better he shut up and immediately start the car engine because he has finished transporting all the rice boxes.
As usual, Fira sits in the back seat and Fahmi as the driver. Impressed like a driver and an employer, but how else? It's Fahmi's will from the beginning.
"Well, do people eat? Where much more. Mending money is made for the tube. Tau wastage!" grouse Fira.
Fahmi breathed out a rough breath. "It's not wasteful. This is called giving orphans rights. All the property we have in it has the rights of others. Do not do much good in Ramadan, the reward is doubled!"
From Zaid bin Khalid Al-Juhani h, he said that the Prophet said, S. E. S. said,
“Who feeds a fasting person, then for him the reward is like that of a fasting person, without diminishing the reward of the fasting person in the least.” (CHR. Tirmidhi, no.807; ibn Majah, no. 1746; and Ahmad, 5:192. Al-Hafizh Abu Thahir said that this hadith is shahih).
"God will repay you with goodness again."
Feeling no response from someone in the back seat, Fahmi turned his head for a moment to the back, apparently Fira was asleep. "Huh, habit," Fahmi grumbled as he shook his head.
Shortly after, Fahmi stopped at one of the houses that read Al-Jannah Orphanage. This is the Orphanage she has managed since last year. There are a lot of orphans in this place. Now, the one guarding this place is his friend.
Fira awakens when she realizes that Fahmi got out of the car and returned to transport dozens of rice boxes to the terrace Panti. Fira gets out of the car and approaches Fahmi who is chatting with Reva and Angga, a couple who take care of this Orphanage.
"Your old man didn't stop by the Panti. The kids miss you" a woman told Fahmi.
"Just get over here, Rev. But everything's fine, right?" ask Fahmi.
"Alhamdulillah everything is good. Some children also just taught us to fast even though it was still half a day of fasting" answered Angga.
"You wanna stop by first, Fahmi, Fira?" tanya Reva is friendly.
"No, thank you, brother. We want to go to Mom's house, nih," replied Fira.
"Ooh, yeah, be careful" said Reva.
They both also say goodbye to a married couple who have long been friends with Fahmi.
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They continue their journey. The distance between the home and the house of his mother Fira is not too far away.
"Puterin the song. The tape is in front!" fira orders Fahmi who is focusing on driving.
Fahmi tuned a radio to listen to a lecture from an ustadz. The theme of his lecture at that time was about Adab Open Fasting. Fira refused to listen and refused.
"Hhh, what's the talk? Setelin music!"
"Shuut, it's really noisy. Science is well-delivered. Science is better than music! Even if necessary, note the science, so that when we forget, we can read it and remember again. Because the fact is that science is easy to forget, and to remember it by taking notes!"
Fira pursed her lips in annoyance.
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