Don't Call My Son the Haram Child
Persuade Akbar

Zakira tried to contact several people she knew to find a blood donor.

Be it from employees or from friends.

Actually, he could have asked for help from other Rafli family, but Zakira was worried if the Rafli family also suffered from the same disease because the patient suffering from thalassemia does not look like suffering from this disease, he said, even many are unaware and one of them is Rafli.

Zakira teases Katik on his phone looking for contacts he can contact.

Suddenly she thought of Rio.

"Oh yeah I asked Rio ."

just then Zakira contacted Rio.

"Hello assalamualaikum Rio,"

"Waalaikumsalam Za."

"Rio can I ask you a favor?"

"Can dong. What do you need help with?"

"Yo, have no acquaintance with someone who has AB blood type."

''Blood type AB, it happens to be my blood type AB, Za."

"Alhamdulillah, is that true Yo?"

"Well, why should I lie."

"Then you can help me, right Yo? I need an AB blood donor."

"Oh don't don't donate blood, my heart is also I'm ready to donate it to you Za." Rio smiled on every phone.

"Ehm basic mode. yes already yo. We'll make a deal at PMI, yes, I'll give blood to Akbar first."

"No Za, you take care of your son let me come alone to PMI."

"Oh yes, thank you, Yo."

"Together Za."

"Alhamdulillah I finally have a blood donor for Akbar."

Zakira drove straight to the hospital. Right now his mind is a little calm, having obtained a blood donor for Akbar.

Arriving at the hospital, Zakira immediately gave the blood bag to the doctor and the doctor immediately installed a blood transfusion for Akbar.

Akbar opened his eyes as he felt a needle piercing his skin.

"Hiks, Mommy why was Akbar injected again?" he asked while pulling his hand.

"I'm sorry baby, this is all for Akbar to heal," Zakira said as she shed her tears.

"No want! Akbar doesn't want to be injected again, hiks."

Akbar thrashed while pulling his hand so as not to be injected.

"No, sick! lt hurts! yesterday was injected why is now injected again!" yell Akbar.

Zakira's heart was like a sizzle seeing the moans and complaints of pain from Akbar. actually he did not want to hurt his son. However, this was all forced for the sake of Akbar's recovery.

"Calm down, son, don't get sick" Zakira said.

"Don't want Mommy, instead of Akbar had transfused blood yesterday. Evil mother! Mother told me about Akbar's injecting doctor," Akbar's nagging even though the way he spoke was still slurred.

"Don't be like that Darling, it's precisely because Mother loves Akbar because that's what Mother wants Akbar to heal."

"The evil mother hiks, Mommy lies, he said two more months just injected," cried Akbar again.

"Don't kid, you're lying because Akbar is suddenly sick."

All kinds of persuasion and seduction were done by Zakira so that Akbar in pairs of blood transpusion devices.

Finally Aufar spoke up to persuade Akbar

"Yes Akbar, the pain will be for a moment, later if I do not want to inject pity Mother, Mother must be sad," said Aufar while rubbing her sister's head.

Zakira kept crying. Actually he really could not bear to let the syringe hurt his son" who had suffered enough.

Akbar looked at the crying Zakira as he occasionally wiped away his tears.

Seeing Zakira like that, Akbar was also sad.

"Yes Mother, Akbar wants to be injected, but mother do not cry yes," said Akbar with throbbing lips.

hearing that, Zakira was very moved. In Akbar's arms.

"Thank you, dear. Believe me someday you will understand if what you are doing is for your good, hiks. Because Mother loves you so much." Zakira hugged Akbar.

"Yes Mother, Akbar is also the same darling Mother," said Akbar while rubbing the back of Zakira who hugged him.

The Doctor and Sister who were watching were moved. They know how Zakira struggles in treating her son, even though she is a single parent.

After being persuaded, Akbar finally gave up his hand to install a blood transfusion device.

Akbar smiled even though he felt pain because he did not want to see Zakira grieving.