Ukhti Bar - Bar
Chapter 38# Karomah In the Midst of the Calamity

"You just calm down. God willing, Grandpa Angkasa is fine. Leave everything to God, and your heart will be at ease. All provision is an absolute right to God. We as his obedient servants only need to accept all the good and bad. Because, only Allah is omniscient, all the best for his servants," Ning Khumaira said advising Hasna, with a sentence that was able to calm the heart.

"May Hasna hug, Ummi?" ask Hasna raucous. The girl was trying her hardest to hold back her cries.

"Oh my God, may dong dear. Here ...!" Ning Khumaira also pulled the body of the sweet girl in front of her who was now full of sadness.

Let Hasna vent her emotions so that the girl's chest is no longer tight. Because the sadness that is held will only make you sick.

So, overjoy.

Cry if you want to cry.

It is one of the blessings God has given to make it come back strong in the face of every trial of life.

After being satisfied crying, Hasna relaxed her embrace. Ning khumaira, wiped the rest of Hasna's tears with her fingers. In fact, the woman let Hasna wet her khimar with tears.

"sorry. Ummi's veil became dirty because of Hasna's actions," said the girl was full of regret for her attitude.

Ah, how insolent he is. Has littered Khimar wife of the owner of the boarding school where he studied.

"Don't think about it, Ummi didn't mind it at all. Than you were crying on Moses' shoulder. It's more chaotic later," Ning Khumaira's joke.

Of course, his words made both of Hasna's cheeks instantly blush. The girl's face suddenly tingled. Meanwhile, Moses suddenly became clumsy.

His wild mind immediately imagined, when he was in the position of the ummi. Hugging to calm Hasna. Shed a deep kiss on the tip of Khimar the girl.

Ah, you're Moses.

What the fuck!

Wait for halal first. 😁

This is all because of the woman he called ummi.

Making his mind wander everywhere.

"I'm going to the administration. To take care of Hasna's return" said Gus Moses.

It was also embraced by two different women of this age.

Meanwhile, at the city hospital.

An old man, being taken seriously by a team of doctors.

They perform the operation without the consent of the family, because they want to save the life of the patient.

Only the police team guarantees everything. Because, there is one of them who is a worshiper from Space.

"Give the best treatment and action for my ustadz yes, Doc," pinta one of the men in uniform who has a decent rank.

"Calm, Sir. He is also my teacher. Of course I will invite the team to do the best for master teacher Angkasa," replied the Doctor with eyes that also glazed.

"Goddessa. As it turns out, Ustadz teachers have worshippers everywhere. What a coincidence," said the policeman gratefully.

Before long, Hanifa arrived. The woman dressed in shar'i with niqob as a partial cover of her face was welcomed by the police.

Hanifa cupped her hands together in front of her chest. The police did the same thing.

"Thank you for bringing my dad to the hospital. So, now how's it going?" said Hanifa while asking about the state of Space.

"It just so happens that we're on patrol. And it turns out, he was our teacher" explained the policeman.

"Masyaallah," Hanifa recalls praising.

"In the meantime, the state of the master teacher is in operation. Because there is swelling of blood vessels in the head due to a hard impact. Sorry, I stepped over you to take this action" he explained.

The police officer had a tall, well-built body with a mature face that was so authoritative.

"Afwan. Syukron Katsir for everything. It's okay, my father needs quick action as an effort to save him. I hope, papa is okay," said Hanifa Lirih.

Woman, it leaned her back against the wall, then closed her eyes to calm her heart for a moment.

All of this was so sudden and shocking to her.

Even he had to leave Hasna who was recovering from her illness.

However, Hanifa was grateful that she could entrust the family to Faisal. Grateful again, because the papa was helped by one of his own worshipers.

Hanifa did not know, if the doctor who handles the papa is also a congregation Angkasa.

When we spread goodness because of God. Then we will never know where the seed of goodness will grow and we can reap its fruits.

Continue to depend only on Allah who will not disappoint his ever-confident servant and the qona'ah.

Hours of waiting.

Finally the door to the operating room opened.

Before long, out came the middle-aged man wearing an all-green costume.

The doctor was approached by the police. Hanifa was also lashing out in a hurry.

"How is my Papa doing?" sosor Hanifa's.

In fact, the doctor is also trying to explain the results of the surgery just now.

"You ..."

"I, ... her daughter," cut off Hanifa. Before the doctor could finish the question.

"Oh, Thank God. Finally there are family members as well" said the doctor was relieved.

"So, look. He happens to be my teacher too. Thankfully, the operation just went well and he got out of the critical phase.

After this, he will be transferred to the hospital room," explained the doctor, with a friendly smile.

Hanifa seemed to be thankful.

Then cupped his hands in front of the sign while thanking the doctor.

"Qodarullah's. Papa got good when disaster struck him. Thank God, Syukron Katsiron, Doctor," Hanifa said.

"I will also order the nurses to give the best room to Kyai. Don't worry about the cost. God willing, we will do our best" said the doctor again while doing the same with Hanifa.

Really this makes the two beautiful eyes of Hanifa can no longer block the clear crystal.

Until slowly the liquid was shed wet the niqob.

"Allah, O Allah, Allah be Alhamdulillah." Hanifa unceasingly gave thanks. Because behind the calamity of God gives ease to Space.

A few moments later.

Hanifa had been in a treatment room.

Staring at the body of the father who said hospital clothes.

Various circular aids on the body of the old man.

The head is weighted with a white bandage. Multiple cables attached to the chest. Not yet oxygen hose, infusion and also catheter. And, there was still another cable clamping down on his index finger and a looped cable on his ankle.

Hasna remained patiently waiting for Space to wake up.

The doctor said soon.

Sure enough, Hanifa saw the movement that started in the eyes of the father.

The man, moving his eyeballs inside the petals then began to open slowly.

Space blinked his eyes slowly to adjust his retina to the bright light around.

Hasna hurriedly approached and clasped his hand.

"Ma ... Papa's been sober?" ask Hanifa lirih. His heart has been pounding ever since. The woman was very afraid if the father was closed forever. Even though it was all God's destiny and provision, he still felt fear.

"Hanifa .. sorry ...," said the Space Plan.

The man wanted to open his breathing apparatus but Hanifa forbade it.

"Don't leave later Papa's crowded!" he said take a push of the red button over the head of the hospital bed.

Shortly the medics came and went back to check the state of the Space.

All the results were good, so Hanifa gave thanks again many times.

"Hasna ...," call Space.

Seriate