What happened to HUMAIRO
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Humairo was still observing Ainul lying in the living room. He began to sound shivering again after noon, he was so sound in his sleep. His fever rose again after he forced himself to take ablution water for maghrib prayer.

Ainul had not touched at all the food he served beside him to sleep. The food was delivered to the front neighbor. Some of the side dishes inside the bushel, he separated and left only a few that had no effect on Ainul uric acid.

After Kawar's doctor informed him of Ainul's disease, he immediately found out what the disease was on the internet, what to eat and what not to eat. Some carrots and cabbage vegetables he deliberately bought earlier before Maghrib in the shop next door. Later that night he would learn to cook it for Ainul.

From earlier, he sat by the door of his room while continuing to pay attention to Ainul. When Ainul awoke to pray Maghrib a few minutes earlier, he hurried in and hid in his room. He was ashamed that Ainul saw him and knew he was watching. Although he was worried that Ainul might fall or something happened to him.

It was difficult to start from the beginning, when Ainul was still traumatized by his rude attitude and hated him.he was ultimately ashamed of himself, and could only hope, tomorrow or tomorrow again, he said, Ainul finally understood that he had completely changed.

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Slowly the night began to grow late. The sound of the rooster crowing in the middle of the night, woke Ainul from his deep sleep. His body still feels hot, as well as his body that still feels weak. But his hungry stomach forced him to rise slowly and lean against the wall.

Ainul looked slowly at the open room of Humairo. After tasting some mouthfuls of food nearby, he got up and walked with staggered steps into Humairo's room.

Humairo looks really good. When Ainul saw the blanket Humairo wore exposed to reveal his two white thighs, Ainul slowly approached and covered them again.

Ainul was still standing with one hand holding his weak body at the door. He saw the face of Humairo who looked beautiful. Clean and full of joy. He had imagined, tomorrow, that face would be more cheerful, surpassing the morning sun on the eastern horizon. He will soon be detached from the restraints that had been shackling his calm.

After looking at Humairo's face, Ainul turned around and stepped into the bathroom. After taking the ablution water, he returned and held his alphabet on his bed. The first takbir woke Humairo. Humairo. He slowly got off his bed and walked towards the door of his room. He saw Ainul praying.

Humairo smiled. He no longer saw Ainul shivering in the cold in his sheath. He looked so upright standing and solemn in his prayer. In his heart he hoped that Ainul would recover and be able to do his activities.

Humairo stepped back to his bed. Hp nearby at his reach. By leaning his body against the wall of the room, his hands began to look busy typing something on the screen of his phone. He began to read and pay close attention to some food menus on the phone screen. He smiled occasionally as he looked towards Ainul who was praying.

He would wait until Ainul slept again, and without his knowledge later, he would cook some of the menus he got on the internet. He had imagined Ainul would sit sweetly while enjoying the dishes he would serve at the kitchen table. Although it might not taste good, but he was sure, Ainul would not leave even a little food on his plate. That's hope.

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The night is getting late. Ainul was still sitting cross-legged on his alphabet. His gaze was fixed to the end of the prayer mat. Sometimes he covered his face with both palms. It had been ten days, and he had to keep his promise to Humairo. Though heavy, and perhaps wrong in the eyes of God, he will still do it. He felt, this was the limit of his ability. He can no longer stay at home with Humairo.

"I'm sorry, Miss Salma" said Ainul.

Ainul turned his head towards the still open room of Humairo. He then got up and tidied up the prayer mat and rolled up the mat where he slept. The black bag he had stored in the small closet behind him, he took it out and took out a map from it. The map was then placed on the tv not far from where he slept. A few pieces of clothing wrapped in a crackle bag, put them in a bag.

Ainul got up and slowly walked to Humairo's room. Humairo still sees him asleep. Tight and without load. He wanted to kiss the white forehead as a sign of separation, or just stroked his hair, but he was afraid that Humairo would wake up and get angry. Ainul smiled, but his tears began to flow on his dull face. After for a while looking at Humairo's face, Ainul closed the room door and walked away.

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The sound of tarhim was heard from the direction of the mosque. Simultaneously, the vibration from the alarm that Humairo distel on his phone vibrated woke him up. He soared in shock and immediately got up from his lying down. After a moment of tidying his hair and clothes, he immediately woke up.

Humairo looked around. Still dark. He tried to look closely at the direction where Ainul was sleeping. Not as he had seen before. Empty, and it doesn't seem like people are sleeping. Did Ainul get up and go to the mosque? ask in the heart. He's not really healthy yet. He shouldn't be out of the house in such a sick condition. Moreover, the wind blowing out there sounded rather strong.

Humairo sighed and stepped towards the kitchen. Some vegetables that he bought after Maghrib, he began to clean. While looking at some of the cooking menu on the phone that he put on the table, he began to busy choosing some cooking ingredients. Several containers and dishes were piled up in the tub, alternately he washed and placed them on a shelf. Some of it was placed on the dining table.

Humairo smiled. The cuisine he had just tasted was not too disappointing. It is according to the recipe he got in one of the applications. The rice in magic com is also cooked. Humairo began to move the vegetables he made into empty plates on the table. Humairo smiled. Tumben he cooked that much. There is sop-sopan, and there is chili with a mixture of cucumber, carrot and broccoli. There was also a boiled egg that he had separated the yolk. He didn't want Ainul's gout to recur. What he read on the internet before he went to bed, he did it all. He hopes his efforts today are a good start to mending his relationship with Ainul.

After closing all the food on the table, Humairo stepped into the bathroom and took ablution. He had to start his first prayer, after a long time he never did. After praying later, he would shower and appear as beautiful as possible in front of Ainul. He should dare to start the conversation. He must apologize and convince Ainul that he is not the old Humairo.