WIFE TO MY HUSBAND
CHAPTERS 18.

"Astaghfirullah, who is it?" exclaimed Zidan with a deathly pale face.

"Why, Mas?" cecar Nisa panicked when she saw Zidan rush down from the car.

"Oh Allah" muttered Nisa as she watched Zidan help an old grandmother to get up from the front of the car they were driving.

"Sorry, please forgive me, Grandma." Zidan led the grandmother to the edge of the road.

The grandmother looked limped, Nisa quickly caught up with them and helped the grandmother sit down.

"You hit this granny, Mas?" nisa asked worriedly, but it seemed that in the body of the grandmother at all there seemed to be injuries.

"I don't know, I just felt the car was nudging something. Keep fitting I saw grandma fall in front of my car immediately ngerem really," said Zidan convinced.

"Su- already ... Grandma did not papa, the wrong grandmother just wanted to cross not look around. Understandably grandma's eyes are nearsighted, so it is not clear to see let alone this is already maghrib. Grandma who apologizes," said the grandmother.

"Oh God, Grandma. I'm really sorry, Grandma. I'm in a hurry, my wife's in the hospital again in surgery, Grandma. And now he's waiting for me to get some extra blood" Zidan said, gluing his hands together in front of his chest.

"I'm sorry, Grandma." Nisa held the hands of the grandmother who felt cold and at least there was shaking, it seems like the grandmother was still in shock because of the incident earlier.

"Yes, yeah. Grandma is no longer papa. Please continue your journey, are you not in a hurry?  Grandma also wants to go home." Grandma got up with a trembling body about to continue her steps home.

Because he could not bear it, Zidan stood up and held back the movement of the grandmother. "I'm anther, Grandma."

"No need, grandma's house is close, after all enter the car alley will not fit. You guys go on, Grandma's not papa. Grandma wants to mop up home to cook for granddaughter, yes." The grandmother acted unstoppably and disappeared behind an alley not far from Zidan's car.

Zidan and Nisa finally resigned and chose to continue their journey to the hospital.

"I'm sorry, because of me you're so shocked" Zidan said suddenly.

Nisa's face turned red when Zidan said his usual apology, and not romantic at all. But it was enough to make Nisa blush.

"I-yes, no papa really, Mas" said Nisa softly while holding a smile on her lips.

"Then we go straight to the hospital, yes" Zidan said, remaining focused on the steering wheel and unaware of Nisa's facial changes.

Nisa nodded slowly, but then she realized that the atmosphere was getting dark.

"Mas, I think we should stop by to pray maghrib first. It does not seem to be hunted if you wait until the hospital," said Nisa Lirih, but quite heard by Zidan.

Zidan did not answer Nisa's words, but just turned his car directly towards the small mosque they happened to pass.

The atmosphere seemed quiet because the congregational prayer was finished, only a few people who still seemed to be in the mosque waiting for the time while chatting.

"We pray alone, congregate better than praying alone," said Zidan after finishing taking ablution.

Nisa nodded with her face down in embarrassment, and rushed towards the storage cabinet to pick up the mucena that the mosque had provided for people who did not carry the mucus like her.

"Allahuakbar,"

They started the prayer, but to be honest Nisa still difficult to concentrate because too happy for the first time to be able to pray together with the man who has been the legal priest.

A few pairs of eyes were watching them from a distance, and began to talk about how attractive the couple was.

"Nisa! C'mon fast! We have to get there, Adel's critical!" zidan shouted from the terrace of the mosque with a panicked face, his phone still stuck to the ear seemed to have just received bad news from his in-laws who were guarding the hospital.

"I-yes, Mas!" sahut Nisa and in a hurry to fold back the face in his forehead and return again to his closet before finally running towards Zidan's car that looks already lit.

"Pair up the seatbelt, I'll speed this time. I promise you be careful, we have to be quick! Adel needs me!" zidan panicked.

Nisa nodded and started looking around for the seat belt that Zidan was referring to. But because it is very rare to ride Nisa's car to forget how to put a seat belt even though he has found it.

"Have you?" zidan asked impatiently, and seeing Nisa who was like a confusion with her seatbelt finally quickly Zidan took the seatbelt out of Nisa's hand and helped install it.

Nisa rewinded her face as Zidan's face felt very close in front of her, even Zidan's breath felt warm on her face. Makes Nisa's heart beat unruffled with a heated face.

"We are leaving" Zidan said after finishing putting a seatbelt on Nisa's body and returning to his own seat.

Nisa nodded slowly, and the car started to drive away from the mosque courtyard. Mixing with various vehicles on the road at medium speed.

"Yes Allah .. come on cepet dong cepet," murmured Zidan who looked panicked and impatient with vehicles that began to appear crowded the road.

Tin

Tin

Tin

Zidan pressed his horn many times hoping to be given a way by the car in front of him, without realizing Zidan's tears had flowed because he was so worried about Adel's current condition.

Trings

Trings

Trings

Zidan's phone again reads with Mr. Hanif's name on it, there, with a face of panic and tears that had run into the river Zidan picked up the phone with a trembling hope that not bad news anymore he found.

"Ha-hello, assalamu'alaikum sir?" greet Zidan with a hoarse voice.

Nisa can't hear Mr. Hanif's word from a phone call because Zidan didn't turn on the loud speaker of his phone. Whereas usually if with Adel, Zidan will always cloudspeaker his phone if receiving a phone call, showing how open they are.

"Alhamdulillah, O Allah," muttered Zidan with a long sigh and threw his back which had been tense to the back of the car seat.

The phone connection was cut off after Zidan returned Mr. Hanif's greetings, and began driving his car more casually even though his breath was still up and down.

"What's up, Mom?" asked Nisa to vent.

But Nisa had to swallow disappointed because Zidan seemed to hear her question and was instead cool with her own smile with tears still running down her cheeks.

"Mas!" nisa is impatient.

Zidan reviewed a faint smile and answered Nisa's question with beaming eyes. But Nisa's focus was divided with a smile Zidan that felt so beautiful and perfect in her eyes that she fell asleep and subconsciously brought her face closer to the face of Zidan who was still busy chattering about Adel.