Hijrahku From Dating
part 22's

I opened my eyes and my stomach still hurt. I see my hand has been infused. Aunty sat on the chair beside my bed and looked down.

"Bi.." call me. Aunt raised her head.

"Alhamdulillaah, Son. Are you conscious?" ask Aunty.

"Yes, Bi. Annisa's in the hospital, huh? Where's Uncle & Om God, Bi?" my many.

"Yes. You're in the hospital, baby. Uncle & Om Dewa is praying in the mushola," replied Bibi.

"What's the pain, Bi?" my many.

"You... You have severe inflammation of the stomach. But not yet certain, it must go through the X ray examination. Waiting for your body to recover first. If it is true inflammation of the stomach, will be done surgery. So you have to be healthy, right? This is a feeding ration from the hospital. Auntie's bribe?" obviously Bibi while taking a plate containing chicken rice & vegetables.

"Annisa wants Bi's surgery?" my question, surprise. It was the first time I was going to be operated on.

"Yes. Just a lot of prayer, son. O yes Papa your mother will be here. Auntie was already a nelfon. Come on, eat first," Auntie advised.

"Why does Mama want to come here? Annisa's grinning, but.." I said.

"You just calm down. Uncle & Aunt will keep everything a secret about Adam. Aunty doesn't want you to be in shock because you're being scolded. Auntie loves you very much, son. Auntie knows you can't forget Adam. But, you have to move on yes dear," Auntie's advice, wistful.

I nodded with a lethargic face. Then he started eating the rice that was fed by Bibi. My mind is still spinning, is it able to cover all my sadness from Papa & Mama?

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After eating, I sat on the wall of the hospital room and prayed 'Asar with eye & hand cues, because my body could not wake up because of the pain.

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Next day.

Papa & Mama have arrived in RSUD Jakarta, where I was treated. They were unceasingly praying for my recovery and continued to support me.

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The moments where I was going to enter the X ray examination room, I was guided by Papa's tahlil sentence. I'm ready, insyaaAllaah no matter what.

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"Laa ilaaha. Laa ilaaha. Laa ilaaha..."

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When the doctor injected me with the dope, I was unconscious.

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I opened my eyes.

"Alhamdulillaah," I said softly, giving thanks. However, my body feels heavy. Like, I've been sleeping in a hospital bed for years. I started to move my hand, it felt so weak. My body cannot be moved. Only the head can turn to the right and to the left. I felt my hull, had many different kinds of stitches. I looked around in my room. Mama was looking down lethargic next to my bed, maybe she fell asleep. Uncle and Aunt looked down, looking like they were crying. While Papa, he was facing the prayer qibla with solemnity. It is very likely that he prayed for me.

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Mama stood up from her chair and wiped away the tears on her cheeks.

"Mama why cry?" my many.

"MaaaaAllaah. Alhamdulillaah. Finally, you're aware too" said Mama and then kissed me on the forehead.

Papa, Uncle & Aunt immediately stood up to me.

"Alhamdulillaah" they said at the same time.

Then, Papa called the Doctor and the Doctor checked me out.

"This is all a miracle from God. The situation of my daughter gradually improved. We will always check his progress and conduct intensive care. Excuse me first," explained the Doctor then passed away.

"Thank you Doc" replied Papa.

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"If you may know, how long does Annisa sleep in this bed, Ma?" my many.

"mmm... It doesn't matter, baby. Most importantly, you are healthy. Yea? Now eat first" replied Mama.

I'm nodding. But, my mind hesitated. Like there was something my mom was hiding.

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***

A week later, I improved. Alhamdulillaah can pray by sitting. You can eat by yourself, without having to be fed. Mama & Aunty have always stayed in the hospital and taken care of me. While Papa & Uncle went back and forth from home because they had to work, because they could not take leave like Mama & Aunt.

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This afternoon, Papa and Uncle were at work. My mother prayed in the mushola. Auntie was about to bribe me.

"Bi, Annisa can already eat by herself," I refused.

"It's okay, but you're still in Jakarta" Bibi said.

But Aunt still insisted on bribing me. I also agree.

"Bi, Annisa wants to know. How long was Annisa unconscious?" ask me between meals.

Again, my aunt was silent. As if there was something they were hiding.

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Seriate.