What happened to HUMAIRO
#04
The sound of alarms rang out silently at night. Ainul awoke from his sleep. For some time now, he really felt slumbering in his sleep. His body is no longer sad. Unlike before, this time he felt healthier.
Ainul let out a long sigh. The blanket he wears is then removed and folded before being put in a crackle bag. Although his body still feels weak, but he forced to wake up with the help of both hands.
Ainul. The door of the house seems unlocked. Occasionally the blowing wind makes a noise on the door that crashed. Perhaps out of anger, Humairo did not have time to close it. Ainul leaned his body against the porch wall. With a weak step he walked slowly towards the door. After entering the house, the door closed slowly.
Ainul reclined his body after closing the door. Just a few steps into the house, his heart was beating very fast. Chests pounding. I don't know what happened to him. Lately he felt easily tired, he also felt difficulty breathing every time he came home from the mosque. Whereas with a young age, it should be a distance of one hundred meters from the house to the mosque is a short distance. Lately, she has felt something has changed with her.
With careful steps, he walked down the hallway of the house to the bathroom. After taking the water, he returned.
There was a loud cry from the direction of Humairo's room. Ainul stopped his steps and tried to put up his hearing. The sound of crying is still heard. Occasionally followed a groan that made Ainul's heart anxious.
Ainul moved closer. Usually even this late, Humairo is still not sleeping. I don't know what he did every night until dawn. Usually he would hear laughter and shouting from inside the room Humairo, whenever he was about to take ablution for tahajjud prayer. But this time it's different. What he heard was indeed a slashing cry.
Ainul leaned his body on the side of the door. His gaze turned upwards, trying to ascertain what he should do. He had waited for a long time, hoping that the sound of crying could no longer be heard in his ears, but instead the crying became more and more so.
Ainul ventured to knock on the door of the room. The sound of crying in the room stopped. Ainul. Breath restrained. He knocked a second time.
"Prank!
The sound of a glass breaking was heard hitting the door. Ainul.
"Your son of a bitch Ainul, how dare your unclean hand touch my door. Go you son of a bitch!" the curse of Humairo made Ainul close his eyes. He chose to leave that place. But just as Ainul stepped foot, the sound of the door being pulled violently from behind. Humairo looked out with a sharp look. His breath rose and fell with a short, terrifying snorting sound. Ainul. Humairo looked at him calmly.
"Don't worry, later after the tahajjud prayer I'll clean that door."
Ainul is still standing. Humairo who still looks at him sharply does not want to be seen. His gaze was fixed on the broken glass scattered under the feet of Humairo.
Seeing that, Ainul spontaneously held onto Humairo's body and kept him away from the broken glass. Humairo shouted, but Ainul continued to wash away the blood flowing at Humairo's feet. Ainul let only Humairo's hand hit his body. The curse that came out of the mouth of Humairo was ignored. After feeling that Humairo was fine, Ainul then cleaned the broken glass scattered in the room.
"I beg you to get out of here. Divorce me so I can live with the people I love."
After for a while Humairo swore incessantly, this time his pleading voice stunned Ainul in place. He looked with a sad look at Humairo who was leaning under his bed. The woman looks so sad. Suddenly, Ainul felt guilty. He was closer to Humairo who was still sobbing.
"I'm sorry if it's tormented you all this time. I promise I'll make your relationship with David come back good." Ainul let out a long breath. It was very desirable that he grabbed the body of Humairo and helped him stand up.
"As far as I am here, I am still bound by my promise to the late Salma." Ainul fell silent.*******short repeatedly, indicating he was considering the words he was about to put out.
"Calm yourself. You can call David and talk about your marriage. I'm just asking you to give me ten days to be in this house. After that, you can bring David here."
After saying that, Ainul stepped out. Those words should not have been spoken. But considering the state of Humairo, he was forced to say it. Humairo raised his head and looked at Ainul. He still could not believe what he had just heard from Ainul. Words that made him forget the pain in his leg. Obviously, he was happy to hear it. Humairo wiped his tears. He saw that Ainul had returned after a few seconds of being invisible. This time he carried a handsanitizer in his hand. Ainul began spraying the handsanitizer into the door. After that he turned and walked away.
The voice of Tarhim came from the direction of the mosque. Humairo came out of his room. He moved his feet towards the front room. Ainul did not see him as he flicked the curtain of the front room. The man who had just given her the most beautiful surprise was no longer on the porch of the house.
He went back into his room. Hp lying next to the pillow grabbed him. He had contacted David five times, but David did not go to raise his phone. The short message he sent was not answered.
Humairo sighed and laid his body on the bed. It felt like it was just reborn. It was as if he had just been freed from the chains that bound him. He was sure David would be happy to hear that as well. He'll have David retract his word last night. But maybe David is sleeping. And if you have to wait for him to wake up, it's still a few hours away, maybe even the afternoon. He could already guess how happy David was when he heard the good news from him.
Humairo is also getting sleepy. Several times he yawned. He had to go to bed soon to look fresh when he met David.
The air was hot this afternoon. Leaves and some rubbish were seen scattered in the wind. Occasionally the dust flew away making pedestrians cover their faces.