Don't Call My Son the Haram Child
Tough Mom

Zakira was in his office with a stack of files that he had to check today as well because in the next few days he would be out of town accompanying Aufar to participate in a smart race of national meticulous.

The phone rang at his office desk, instantly breaking Zakira's concentration. Zakira picked up the phone

"Halo assalamualaikum, with his mother Aufar?"

" Walaikumsalam, I'm myself."

"Sorry Mom, Aufar was disturbed by one of his friends. Because Aufar had a nosebleed so I hope you can pick up Aufar."

Zakira was shocked, and a feeling of anxiety haunted her.

"But Aufar's condition is fine, isn't it Mom?"

"Aufar's condition is fine, ma'am, it's just that I recommend that Aufar be checked by a doctor."

"Good ma'am, I'll be right there."

"Mum then thank you for interrupting."

"My papa should not be grateful that Mom has informed me of this.''

"Then I hang up the phone first Ms. Assalamualaikum."

"Getishalight."

Zakira let out a long sigh, and he saw a pile of files that he should have finished checking today, but again he had to postpone his work and had to go to school to pick up Aufar.

Zakira came out of her room right then and there, and she came to Aufar school.

Half an hour Zakira had arrived at Aufar's school and she immediately met Aufar in the UKS room.

One of the teachers was waiting for Aufar who was lying on a bed in the UKS room.

"How is Aufar Bu. Why did he fall and nosebleed?"asked Zakira as she approached Aufar who was asleep.

"So Aufar ran and then there was one of his friends prank when he ran he stuck his legs to make Aufar fall, and his body lying on the floor probably when falling Aufar's nose hit the floor until he was nosebleed."

Zakira took a long breath.

He saw Aufar who was asleep.

'God may nothing happen to Aufar, ' Zakira was sad.

Auhar woke up hearing Zakira's voice.

"Mother," he said 

"Oh my God are you okay, son?" zakira asked as she rubbed Aufar's head.

"Yes mother, Aufar is fine. Mother Do not be sad, said Aufar when he saw the eyeballs of Zakira glazed.

"How not to be sad, son. Mother was afraid something might happen to Aufar."

Aufar got up from his lying down.

"Mother, Aufar is fine" said Aufar.

"Yes, let Mother not worry, Now we also check your condition," said Zakira while cleaning the bag and shoes Aufar.

Once Zakira is ready to ask permission for the homeroom teacher to bring Aufar to check.

***

Zakira took her car to a nearby clinic.

While driving, he got a phone call.

"Aufar please pick up your phone."

Aufar picked up the phone.

"Who is Aufar from?" ask Zakira.

"From Brother Rina."

"Hallo Assalamualaikum Rina's."

"Waalaikumsalam, where is Aufar Bunda?"

"There's no Aufar."

"Then please give the phone to Mother," there was panic in the phone conversation.

Zakira immediately grabbed the phone given by Aufar.

"Hallo what's up Rin?" ask Zakira.

"Mbak should mbak cepet go home because Akbar's body is very hot."

"Abar fever? but this morning was mediocre." Zakira panicked at the news that Rina had delivered.

"Yes Kak was after eating I took a bath Akbar, at that time I saw him sleeping so I postponed the bath. because it was 10:00 I intended to wake Akbar. However, when I touched Akbar's hand his skin felt hot."

"God, why else Akbar?" murmured Zakira with anxious feelings.

"Have you measured his body temperature?'

"I've had the last time I've had a temperature of 40 degrees Celsius."

"Astaghfirullah's. Akbar was never that tall."

"That's why I panicked."

"Yes already I am on my way, now Akbar where is he still sleeping?"

"Still Ma'am, I was forced to get up he just opened his eyes a little and then went to sleep again."

"Yes, you must take care of him never to leave him, I am on my way home."

Zakira was so panicked that she almost lost her concentration on driving.

"Mother Akbar why?'

"Akbar fever, we go home first yes, we pick up Akbar," Zakira said with teary eyes.

"Hiks, Iya Darling, let's both pray for the recovery of my sister" Zakira said, wiping away her tears.

zakira's car drove towards her apartment. While driving he kept praying that nothing would happen to Akbar.

on the way Zakira asked Rina to prepare for Akbar's needs.

Zakira did not expect Akbar fever with a body temperature that high, but just a week ago, he washed Akbar's blood.

Arriving at the apartment, Zakira went straight to her apartment unit, after checking Akbar's condition, she immediately took Akbar to the hospital.

Arriving at the hospital, Akbar was immediately checked in the ER room.

Zakira seemed anxious waiting for the results of the examination from the doctor.

"My son why a doctor?" Ask Zakira.

"It seems that he only had the flu, due to his weak physical condition, which is why his body temperature increased due to the lack of hemoglobin in his blood"

" And since the hemoglobin in his blood is dropping, we're gonna have a blood transfusion back."

"Blood transfusion? but just last week I took him for a doctor's blood transfusion."

"Yes, what's right for us to do is transfuse the blood back to increase the hemoglobin in his body so that his body can fight the disease itself."

"Yes, doctor, do whatever is best for my child" Zakira said as she shed her tears.

"Alright, then please take care of the administration, I also ask you to provide your own blood donor. Given that currently the blood supply of type AB is currently limited to PMI."

"Good doctor."

After confirming Akbar's condition was over, Zakia headed to the cashier to pay an administrative fee. He was lucky, now he had his own company so that Aufar's considerable medical expenses could be resolved easily."

"Now it's just a matter of finding a blood type for Akbar."

Zakira thought about who she would ask for help to donate blood for Akbar.

"Who has the same blood type as Akbar, "zakira.

"Oh yes, Rafli is his father."

Zakira called Rafli.

"Hallo Assalamualaikum Mas."

"Vaalaikumsalam Zakira's. What's up, huh?" ask Rafli because Zakira doesn't usually call him.

"Where's Mas Rafli?"

"Against Za, what's going on?" Ask Rafli.

"That's it Mas. sorry Mas, I need a blood donor for Akbar."

"Akbar Why else? didn't he have a blood transfusion last week?"

"Yes Mas Today Akbar is sick and said his hemoglobin doctor back down. Akbar needs blood donation supplies because the blood in the PMI is thinning."

"Oh Za, sorry yes, Rafli can't go home because we have a came in the forest. Maybe in two days we can go home."

"Yes, I'll find the blood donor myself. Sorry to interrupt," said Zakira, hanging up the phone.

Zakira approached Rina and Aufar who were guarding Akbar.

"Rina, I'm going to PMI yeah, I'm going to find Akbar's blood supply."

Zakira looked towards Aufar.

"Oh yeah I forgot Aufar hasn't been checked yet."

Zakira contacted the medics to check on Aufar. After Aufar's condition was fine, Zakira left Akbar and Aufar under Rina's supervision. While he has to go to PMI.

Zakira's got her car in a state of shock, if it's not in the PMI she doesn't know where to look." May there be blood in the PMI."

. While on his way to PMI, Zakira gets a phone call from his assistant.

"Yes Zahra what's wrong?"ask Zakira in her phone call.

"Sorry Mom, did you forget that today there was a meeting with Mr. Wira Bu?"

"I don't forget, it's just that I'm busy taking care of my sick child. You are pending first yes meeting we apologize to Mr. Wira."

"All right, ma'am."

"Yes Zahra."

Zakira hung up on him as he hurriedly chased the time to get to the PMI.

Arriving at PMI, Zakira parked her car and headed straight for the administration desk.

"Sir, is there still a blood supply of type AB here?" ask Zakira.

"The only one remains" the officer said.

"This is a doctor's certificate."

Zakira handed the letter with teary eyes.

"Only one? I need to find where else to donate blood?"

Zakira came out of the PMI feeling restless and agitated, confused to find where to donate blood for Akbar.

Zakira recalled that Raffi still had a father and a biological mother, but it is likely that they could not donate blood, because the gene of one of Rafli's parents must have the gene that causes thalassemia.

Zakira blew her rough breath. In the car he drives while occasionally wiping away his tears.

"Oh my God, where should I find a donor to save Akbar's life."

Zakira monologues while occasionally berstighfar. He had a lot of money, but could not buy a life for his son.

"Allah has yielded to you, show me the way for me to get blood donation for my son, Aamiin."

Zakira went on a journey while thinking of ways to get a blood donor.