What happened to HUMAIRO
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"Astaghfiullah!" Unlock the people inside the house, when the lights in the house are turned on. Some of the women standing by the door screamed in shock when they saw Ainul's thin body lying weakly on the pandan mat. Their cries broke and invited other neighbors to gather outside the house.

Really apprehensive. Every female neighbor who came to look almost shouted when she saw the condition of Ainil's thin body dry. It was very different three days ago, when they still saw Ainul in the mosque. Both cheeks were jutting inwards, as well as the bones of both knees protruding like they were about to come out from the thin skin that wrapped them. Ainul was barely known under the dim light of the lights on the ceiling of the room. The changes were so rapid, that they started asking each other about Ainul's illness.

Humairo flabbergasted. Sometimes they shake in disbelief. His body barely moved. His eyes did not blink looking at the skinny body in front of him. Only the twinkle in his eyes seemed to signal, there was an outpouring of sadness he was trying to endure.

A woman approached in the direction of Cairo. He slowly held onto the body of Humairo.

"Bu Humairo, Istighfar Bu, Alhamdulillah ustadz Ainul are still alive" the woman said with a cry of detention. He rubbed Humairo's back. Humairo is still unmoved. He was still staring unblinkingly at Ainul's body.

Ainul opened his eyes slowly. Humairo ripped from his power. A little smile came from his lips. Mahmud took the bottled water beside him and slowly thrust it into Ainul's mouth.

"Slows of Ustadz" whispered Mahmud, as he saw Ainul's mouth move to sip a drink. Ainul's eyes began to observe his surroundings. The faces in front of him began to notice one by one, until his gaze ended in the face of Humairo. Humairo's tears spilled unstoppably. He knows those eyes. The man in front of him was indeed Ainul. His cry invited the cries of those who watched.

Ainul raised his left hand weakly. His view is now shifted towards Mr. Mahmud. Her lips moved like she wanted to say something. Seeing that, Mahmud lowered his head and brought his ears closer to Ainul's mouth. Mahmud tried to listen more carefully to what Ainul whispered. It signals people to be quiet. He had not been able to catch what Ainul said at all. Several times he whispered to Ainul that he repeat his words.

Mahmud finally nodded. He whispered back to Ainul.

Ainul turned back to Humairo. Weak look. He looked at Humairo for a while and then looked back at Mahmud. Ainul shook his head weakly. Mahmud put his ear to Ainul's mouth when he saw Ainul as if he wanted to say something. Like the first, Mahmud had to repeat his question up to five times before he understood what Ainul said.

"Why Ustadz say that, this is Ustadz's house, look, Mr. Humairo is very happy to see ustadz coming home" said Mr. Mahmud. This time he did not raise his head because he knew there were many things that Ainul wanted to say.

"Sir Mujmal?" ask Mahmud sir. Ainul. Mahmud looked back.

"Where is Mr. Mujmal" Mahmud said to those behind him. A middle-aged man entered the house. He immediately approached and sat down beside Mahmud.

"The father called me" asked a man named Mujmal.

"I don't really understand what Ustadz Ainul said, but it was like he said the name of the Father" Mahmud said.

Mr. Mujmal fixed his sitting position. He brought his ear closer to Ainul's mouth. Ainul whispered something to him, but he did not understand it at all. He drew his ears closer, but none of Ainul's intent was caught. Mr. Mujmal looked at Mr. Mahmud.

"How sir" asked Mahmud. Mr. Mujmal shook his head and let out a long sigh. After a moment of silence like thinking about something, he looked back at Mahmud.