What happened to HUMAIRO
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Ainul was still sitting on the porch of his house, After the Ashar prayer, there was nothing else he could do. Activities that he can do in the mosque, he was forced to leave because he could not leave Humairo alone at home, especially with the condition of Humairo which is still infused. The estimate may be tomorrow the remaining infusion will run out. He hopes Humairo can be cured soon.

Ainul. Really boring. The coffee that he brewed earlier before Ashar had started to cool. Ainul sipped it a little. After that he stood up and took the little Qur'an tucked away above the door. Ainul began to read it.

"Amaz!" A scream was calling from inside the house. Ainul rushed in. He saw that Humairo was standing and leaning against the wall of the room with his right hand holding the infusion. Ainul approached, but there was nothing Ainul could do when he arrived in front of Humairo. Ainul had to wait for Humairo to order something. He was afraid of being wrong. He was afraid that Humairo was angry.

"Take me to the bathroom" he ordered. Ainul is still standing. Not that he did not hear the words of Humairo, but he was still confused how to hold Humairo. As Humairo once said, his hands are nakjis.

Yesterday, he dared to change the clothes of Humairo because he knew Humairo would not be able to do anything. But this time he was traumatized by the fresh eyes of Humairo, he was afraid Humairo would snap at him.

"Come, why stay still" said Humairo as he thrust his right hand. Ainul immediately grabbed the hand of Humairo.

After driving Humairo to the bathroom, Ainul closed the door and left Humairo.

"Don't go too far, I'm afraid." Humairo yelled again from the bathroom. Ainul stopped his steps and chose to sit in a plastic chair not far from the bathroom.

"Open the door." I heard another call. Ainul got up and immediately opened the door to Humairo. Ungoverned, he held Humairo's hand and swept him into his room.

"Don't close the door, just leave it open so I can call you" Humairo said as he lay back on his bed. Ainul only nodded with a plethora of requests from Humairo. He returned to the porch and continued to read the Qur'an.

Ainul closed the Qur'an in his hand and placed it back on the door. After that, he rested his body on the chair. His fingers moved one by one and he sighed again. There are seven days left, he said.

"Ainul, I want to eat." Humairo called again. Ainul looked up and got up. Humairo from the door.

"I want to eat, buy me rice at the restaurant. The key is on the table, get the bike quick." Ainul smiled and walked up to pick up the motor keys on the table. After heating the motor for a while, the sound of the motor is heard getting farther away.

A few minutes later, Ainul returned home. He immediately rushed towards the kitchen, picked up a plate and spoon, then headed to Humairo's room.

Ainul returned to the porch after making sure what Humairo needed was nearby and there was no need to call him anymore.

Ainul. He smiles. Humairo was so beautiful when he could look at her that close. Beautiful, even though she was sick, even when she just woke up. He has felt close to Cairo since his illness two days ago. He has time together, although not as close as a husband and wife. But that left a different taste in his heart. A taste different from the previous taste. If he had done it before out of patience, he now feels the lack of reward for what he did. No longer expecting what he did would change Humairo to make peace with him. But he did it out of clairvoyance and a happy heart when Humairo asked him to do something. Is this what you call love? inner asked.

The Muhabbah of love asked me

What do you get from loving someone who doesn't love you?

I answered

I'm not gonna get anything

because I do fitrah

not giving and hoping to be answered.

The Prophet smiled and said

You're mistaken young man

you have found many victories

You find a sincere soul in you

You find sincerity in you

and you also found fortitude.

Ainul smiled again, but suddenly his countenance withered. His smile was lost in ******* its length.

Just count the days and it will all be over. He had promised to give full freedom to Humairo to determine his own life. Humairo must be happy and free from his insistence to marry him.

While waiting for that time to come, he will do his best for Humairo. This might have freed him from his promise to the late mother of Salma. This is the limit of his ability when the guarded do not want his presence in the house.