What happened to HUMAIRO
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Ainul turned his head weakly towards Humairo who was still lying down while covering his face. The girl had not had breakfast after bribing him earlier. His face also looks a bit pale. Surely he was lacking rest because he took care of him last night.

Meanwhile. Inside the blanket that covered his face, Humairo was still crying in silence. He had already tried to accept the situation after Ainul divorced. He had agreed that he and Ainul were destined to separate. But once he learned that she was Ainul's future wife, his heart suddenly rebelled. It hurt to know that there was another woman in Ainul's heart. Women who were so close, and it was possible, if Ainul was not sick, they would have been married.

Humairo closed his eyes. His tears flowed unstoppably. He suddenly felt unworthy to wait for Ainul in that place, even with the intention of making amends for what he had done to Ainul. Supposedly, the woman is more worthy of looking after him, because he is his future wife.

Humairo wiped his tears. He breathed and sighed long. It's good he went from that place while finding out the whereabouts of Ainul's future wife. If he stays there without telling the truth to the woman, he is afraid that it will ruin their relationship.

Humairo turned his body and turned his back on Ainul's bed. He did not want Ainul to see his eyes rubbed for crying earlier. He would go straight to the bathroom and wash his face. After that he would pretend to buy food outside for his breakfast. He didn't have to worry about Ainul. There's a nurse who'll control it. The panfers he had just installed were also enough to hold Ainul's dirt until later that night. He has to find the girl before tonight.

Humairo opened the blanket that covered his face. Slowly he got up. With his body fixed on his back to Ainul, he walked slowly towards the bathroom. Ainul. There is something strange about Humairo. Humairo didn't want him to see it.

After a long wait, Humairo came out of the bathroom. Ainul could see the face of Humairo who looked more beautiful after coming out of the bathroom.

Ainul turned his gaze when Humairo turned to him. Humairo. Looking at Ainul's face, he felt he could not bear to leave her.

"You haven't had breakfast yet, buy food outside" Ainul said as he watched Humairo step into the closet where he was storing clothes. Ainul poured him a fifty thousand note. Humairo. He was silent for a moment. Some of the clothes he had in his hand were put back in. He got up and sat down on the chair beside Ainul.

"Keep it, I still have money saved," Humairo said with a smile. Sapa Ainul made him a little calm.

"Take it, I'll drop the grapes if you go out to buy breakfast" Ainul said.

"Save it, Nul. We don't know how many days you've been here. Save for hospital fees,"

"Take it, you keep me here. So I leave it to you."

Humairo gave a long sigh. After staring at Ainul's weak hand holding the money, Humairo finally picked it up. He got up and walked towards the door.

"Humairo."

Humairo. He raised both his eyebrows. Ainul looks smiling.

"Be careful. There are a lot of vehicles outside" Ainul said. Humairo smiled.

"Don't dawdle. Come back quickly" Ainul said.

Humairo looked at Ainul. Ainul seemed to know his plan to leave. Humairo felt unbearable. Looking in Ainul's eyes, it was clear that Ainul wanted him to stay.

Humairo nodded his head. It was not just a signal to Ainul that he would return. But for himself. He's not going anywhere. He would return to accompany and look after Ainul. It was up to him, whether Ainul was currently binding a promise with someone or not. It's a humanitarian issue.

Humairo sighed steadily. Then he stepped out. But he had just come out of the door, seen Mr. Mahmud with the mosque administrators entering the gate of the clinic.

Mr. Mahmud and those who were with him one by one approached Humairo.

"You go out for a bit for food, sir," said Humairo, fixing the tip of her headscarf.

"What iftads are not sleeping, Mom," asked Mahmud.

"Sir, Sir. The Ustadz just finished breakfast. Please come in. His Ustadz asked to buy fruit. I want to have breakfast" said Humairo. Mahmud smiled, nodding his head. He then brought the people who were with him in.

Ainul smiled when he saw Mahmud with several mosque administrators appear behind the door. Mr. Mahmud and the people with him seemed happy to see Ainul's condition improving somewhat. Looks better than when he took her last night.

"Alhamdulillah, Ustad. We hope that Ustadz will recover soon so that he can gather again at the mosque like yesterday. Frankly, something felt lost without ustadz present" said Mr. Mahmud as he held Ainul's hand. Ainul smile. He looked at the people who visited him.

"Thank you Gentlemen. Not only me, may you also stay healthy" Ainul said. They say amen.

"Oh yes, Ustadz. Yesterday, Miss Revi was looking for Ustadz, has she come?" said Mahmud. Ainul. He looked at Mahmud.

"No, Sir. Maybe tomorrow he will be here" Ainul replied. He did not want to extend the discussion if he said that Revi had indeed been to that place. Although it may be that at this time various questions from people, especially the manager of the mosque related to his relationship with Revi and Humairo, became the subject of their conversation, but he felt it was not time to explain to them.

Ainul raised his hand weakly as if to hold Mahmud's hand. The understanding Mr. Mahmud immediately brought his hand closer.

"Sir, I may only be here four days. Let me just take medication at home. With facilities like this, of course, the cost will be very expensive. Let me just go home, sir," Ainul said. Mahmud smiled as he shook his head.

"Ustadz knew what worshippers were saying when they handed over their donations for the cost of Ustadz treatment?"

Mahmud turned his head towards the people beside him.

"The witness is the fathers of this manager. They said they would blame me if I didn't bring Ustadz home in good health, as well as in conditions like before Ustadz got sick" Mahmud said.

One of the mosque managers who sat next to the other Ainul brangkar also emphasized.

"The donation from the special mukim pilgrims for the cost of Ustadz treatment is more than enough. Even a month of Ustads being treated here, the money won't run out" Mahmud said.

Ainul let out a long sigh. He wiped the tears at the end of his eyes. He looked one by one at Mahmud and the other manager.

"Thank you, Sir. Say hello to the congregation, may Allah repay their kindness" Ainul said. Mahmud and the others nodded their heads.

Their gazes in unison turned towards the door when the sound of greeting sounded. Humairo smiled. A few crackle bags filled with fruits he put on the table. He then took it out and moved it into a plate.

"Come, please gentlemen. Taste the fruit first. Sorry, I forgot to bring a flask. The fathers could not make coffee" Humairo said.

"Don't bother, Mom. We can then coffee outside. The fruit is stored only for Ustadz," said Mr. Mahmud who was immediately greeted by nods of all mosque administrators.

"It's okay, sir. I just want to eat wine. Come, Sir. Let us eat together" Ainul said, inviting the people in front of him. Mr. Mahmud then handed a plate containing fruits to his friends.