Wife Ustadz?
1. Opening (HASNA AULIA ZAHRANI)
One hot afternoon, because of the dry sunshine. In a luxurious house that was originally like Heaven for a teenage boy. But now the house is like hell to him.
There is no family in that house anymore. The heat of the afternoon sun complemented his burning mood. Anger, anger is an outlet of disappointment.
The harsh reality of her parents' divorce was the cause of the fifteen-year-old girl's anger.
"Nana hates, with Papa and Mama!" a girl shouted from inside a room.
Bravo, brugh, dugh. There was noise coming from inside the room like things being thrown.
It was Hasna. 'HASNA AULIA ZAHRANI' to be exact. A fifteen-year-old boy and now in third grade Junior High.
At this moment the girl's feelings are being hurt. Sadness, pain, destruction, wrath into one. I can't believe what he's facing. The problem is quite strange, namely the divorce of both parents.
Hasna's anger is not without reason. At this time he was feeling betrayed by his parents who were initially harmonious, suddenly had to divorce because the third person, the new wife of the father at this time, had to divorce, and Hasna's mother chose divorce over honey.
"Darling, it's dong! Mama and Papa will still love you, let alone your only child" said a woman behind the door. Two people of different sexes, from outside the room were seducing Hasna alternately, they were Hasna's parents who had been legally divorced on that day.
"Go! Nana doesn't need you!" cry Hysteris Hasna "Huwaaa, huuu, hikss, hikkss." There was a sound of crying from inside the room.
“Honey, this is Papa. Let's talk!” rayu Hasna's.
“Not Pah, for what?” tukas Hasna, “if you want to talk, it should be from yesterday to yesterday, not at this time. Nana hates kalaan. You're evil!” again, the hysterical screams of Hasna's voice came from inside the room.
Dugh!
Prahaang!
heard again the sound of the goods Hasna threw and hit the door, and then there was broken glass, and still there was the sobbing of Hasna at that time.
However, moments later, Hasna's loud voice and cries in the room could no longer be heard. In the ears of Hasna's parents now suddenly quiet.
"Mas, please find the spare key. I'm afraid that something will happen to Nana" said Nirmala Ayunnih. She is the mother of Hasna.
"Oh he, for a minute" said Afdhal Abdillah as Hasna's biological father.
After the spare key was obtained, they immediately opened the door of their Princess' room. Looks like things are messed up, in the room.
Stuff strewn. Table lamps, books, sheets, and glass fragments, namely the glass from a mirror, are seen scattered on the floor, other items are difficult not in their original position.
"Darling! Sweetheart! where are you Nak?" The two old men circulated their eyes, searching for the whereabouts of his Daughter into every corner of the room, while hailing their Daughter.
“Sayang ..!”
Earlier, after Hasna's parents entered Hasna's room, then Mbak Nurin also entered because he was worried.
"Mas, let's see!" bring Nirmala
"May-dry!" afdhal
They also rushed to the bathroom. Hasna was lying on the bathroom floor, with her forehead covered in blood.
"Darling, what's wrong with you?" pekik Nirmala's.
"Non Nana, faint Mom!" mama Nurin.
"Mas, call an ambulance," Nirmala said to her ex-husband, or Hasna's father. While crying.
"Call for an ambulance takes time! let's go to the hospital just take the car," said Afdhal while lifting Hasna's body.
"Sir, Mom! I'm coming, hiks .. hiks." There was a sound of sobs crying worry from Mbak Nurin. They are already in the garage.
"Mom, just at home. We'll let you know that Nana's conscious. Ma'am please help do'a to make Nana okay" said Nirmala.
"Please tidy up Nana ya Mbak's room" continued Afdal while putting Hasna on the back bench, and in the follow-up Nirmala sat next to Hasna.
“Good Sir, Mom!” mbak Nurin said, after the car came out he stared at the passing of Afdhal's car.
***
In the hospital.
"Dok, help my son!" afdhal shouted while running in Hasna's arms, followed by Nirmala.
"Let's come with me and please fill out one of the registration forms" greeted a nun and directed Afdhal to the IGD room.
Afdhal put Hasna in a patient bed in the IGD room. It was seen that the blood on Hasna's forehead began to dry up and the nurse immediately cleaned the blood and put a bandage to wrap the wound on Hasna's forehead.
No matter how long Nirmala appeared after the previous registration."What about my son, Doc?" nirmala asked the doctor who was examining Hasna.
"Oh that's okay, maybe Daughter and Mother fell and hit his head. It's not serious, take it easy,” said the doctor.
"Oh thank God, thank God" said Nirmala and Afdal simultaneously.
"Yet ..." continued the doctor. The words of the doctor who had now stopped, suddenly made Afdal and Nirmala look sharply full of question marks, asking for more explanation of the words of the doctor just now.