(((I loved Khadija)))
(((Chapter Three)))
Everyone in the house was alarmed, and Ammar went to his sister's room to check on her. He entered eagerly and worriedly, approached her, and hugged her.
Ammar, annoyed: "Dija, my dear, what's wrong? What's hurting you?!!"
Khadija was in severe pain, trying to articulate the words with difficulty.
Khadija: "Aaah, I'm so tired. I have a stomach ache that's killing me, Ammar. I can't. Help me."
Maryam came running with her husband.
Maryam: "What's wrong, my dear? What's wrong with you?"
Othman, worried: "What's wrong with your sister, Ammar? Why is she screaming?"
Ammar: "Her stomach hurts. She has stomach cramps."
Mama, dress her quickly, and I'll get her dressed and take her to the hospital.
Othman, worried: "Come on, Maryam, quickly. I'll dress the girl too. Her color is red."
Maryam, fearfully and nervously: "Yes, yes."
Maryam dressed Khadija, and she dressed herself, and they all went to the hospital. After examining Khadija, the doctor came out to reassure them.
Doctor: "Sorry, everyone. Khadija is complaining of an enlarged appendix and needs to have it operated on immediately. Otherwise, the appendix will burst."
Maryam cried with fear and anxiety: "My dear daughter, my darling."
Othman sadly: "Okay, Doctor. Trust in God."
Ammar anxiously and anxiously: "I want to take her in to see her before she undergoes surgery."
Doctor: "Please, take her in."
Ammar entered to see his sister. He was sad because she wasn't just a little sister to him. He felt like she was his own daughter. He had also raised her with his parents and felt a fatherly affection for her. He approached her bed as she groaned in pain.
He sat next to her, held her hand, and kissed it.
Ammar, with tears in his eyes: "May God keep you safe, Dija, my darling. I hope it was me. I would sacrifice myself for you."
Khadija, dying in pain: Get well soon, Amour. May God grant you wellness. Praise be to God, perhaps this pain will atone for my sins. May God forgive me and pardon me.
Ammar, pleading: My dear, may God heal you with a healing that leaves no trace of illness. God willing, you will be discharged and I will be reassured about you.
Khadija, fearfully: When will I go into surgery?
Ammar: The doctor is preparing for the surgery and they're going to admit you.
Khadija: If it weren't for the painkillers they gave me, I would have died. The pain is terrible, Ammar.
Ammar: He kissed her head. I'm sorry, my dear, God willing, you'll get through it safely. Just pray. We're all by your side and praying for you.
Khadija: Oh God.
After some time, Khadija entered the operating room, the surgery was performed, and she left, still under the influence of anesthesia.
At sunrise. Zain called Ammar to set up a date they had agreed upon to buy the rest of Ammar's wedding supplies.
Zain was surprised when Ammar told him they were at the hospital and that Khadija had undergone appendicitis surgery. He was startled, his heart pounding with worry for his beloved. He hurried off to the hospital like the wind.
Fatima, surprised: "Oh. What's wrong? Zain left like that without greeting us or even saying a word. Not even breaking his fast."
Umm Ahmed: "He must be in a hurry, Mrs. Fatima. May God help him. This is a very difficult job, you know."
Fatima sighed: "You're right. Every time he leaves, my heart aches and I worry about him. I keep praying for him. May God protect you, Zain, my son, and save you from all harm."
Umm Ahmed: "Amen." Are you going to have breakfast or are you going to wait for Professor Marwan?
Fatima, helpless: "Of course I will." Isn't it better to eat alone? It's not enough sitting alone all day and night. When will I marry them both, and their wives and children fill the house with joy?
Umm Ahmed: God willing, my heart feels that joy will enter the house soon. Just pray for them.
Fatima: Oh God. You are the one who knows my condition.
At the hospital
Zain arrived in the blink of an eye, running and breathing heavily. He found Ammar standing with one of the nurses. He quickly and eagerly headed towards her.
Zain, heartbroken, said: "Ammar, tell me how Dija is. Reassure me quickly."
Ammar was surprised by Zain's arrival so quickly. He also expected him to visit Khadija. But not so quickly.
Ammar: "How are you, Zain? Why did you come now? You don't have work?"
Zain, sighing: "Oh, what work and what nonsense now?" I'm telling you,
How is Khadija doing now? Reassure me.
Ammar is confused by his friend's condition: "Good, thank God. Much better."
Zain calms down and catches his breath: "She woke up from the sedation."
Ammar: "Yes, she woke up a while ago, thank God."
Zain hesitates and is embarrassed: "Uh-huh. Can I go in and check on her or not?"
Ammar: "Yes, of course, Zain. You're a stranger? You're like her brother."
Zain gritted his teeth in anger at Ammar's words. But this wasn't the time to get angry. What was more important now was to check on his girlfriend.
Zain, with a stern face: "Thank you very much. Go ahead, let them know."
Ammar entered and informed his parents and Khadija of Zain's desire to go in and check on her. Maryam got her daughter ready, put on her hijab, and Ammar gave Zain permission.
Zain entered his room, his heart nearly torn out of fear and sadness for his little girl. He knew she was weak and delicate and couldn't bear what she was going through. He approached her bed, looking at her with longing and yearning.
Zain said with a tender heart, "Get well soon, Dija. What happened that made you suddenly sick? I left you well yesterday."
Khadija was in pain, but the pain went away and the ache subsided in the presence of her beloved, the man she saw no other man besides. She smiled weakly.
Khadija smiled weakly, "Thank God for everything. I myself don't know what happened. I just suddenly got sick."
Mariam: "From the spicy food you eat. I warned you. You're the stubborn one."
Ammar: "Hahahahaha. No, no, I know what Dija got sick from. From Zain's chocolate."
Zain got angry and looked at him in astonishment: Do you believe you've gone astray?
Maryam: Hahaha. Shame on you, Ammar. He even brought her an expensive and crazy kind.
Khadija, with childish anger: You know you're a coward. And why are you upset? At least him. He thought of me alone, not you. I have to remind you.
Zain smiled. At his little girl who was innocently defending him.
Khadija to herself: Oh, Zain. Don't smile like that, it drives me even more crazy. I mean, if I were your wife right now, wouldn't you have hugged me and forgotten all my fatigue and pain?
Ammar: I swear to God, I'm against all of you. Is there no one you're defending but Zain? No, I'm your son too.
Othman: Honestly, Ammar, you always fall out with Zain and then get a beating in the end.
Zain laughed. Maryam and Khadija both laughed. It was a joke from Osman, but it's actually real. Every time the two of them fight because of Ammar's joke, Zain always wins in the end.
Ammar: Okay, keep it that way, always defending him. I have no one but my beloved wife, she's the one who knows.
My value.
At that moment, a knock sounded at the door and Ammar's fiancée, Manar, entered. He was overjoyed by her presence.
Manar: Peace be upon you.
Everyone: May the peace, mercy, and blessings of God be upon you.
Maryam: Welcome, my dear. Why did you tire yourself out?
Manar: How come? What are you saying? This is my sister, Dija.
Manar entered, approached Khadija, and kissed her warmly.
Manar: My dear, Dija, may you be well. May God forgive you.
Khadija: Praise be to God, my dear. This is God's will. What should we do now?
Ammar approached Manar and whispered, "Why don't you greet your husband, your beloved, or what?"
Manar shyly said, "Uh-huh? How are you, Ammar? How are you?"
The two lovers began to whisper. Maryam was talking to Othman. Zain took advantage of everyone's distraction.
He approached Khadija.
Zain: Get well soon, Dija.
Khadija smiled lovingly: May God keep you safe.
Zain, with a lover's look: By the way, I was planning to see you and talk to you about the matter I told you about.
But your tiredness came on suddenly. But I promise you, as soon as you get out safely and I'm reassured about you, my mom and I will go to my uncle and aunt. And I will tell them about a very important matter.
Khadija's heart pounded as if it wanted to jump out of its socket with happiness. And it showed. She looked at him with love and happiness.
Maryam approached Zain.
Maryam: Zain, my love, you've exhausted yourself and delayed your work. May God keep you for us, my love.
Zain, nervously and anxiously: No, not at all. Dija is precious to all of us. Uh-huh. I'll go now, and God willing, I'll come back tomorrow to check on Khadija and find out how she is.
Khadija, impulsively: "Why, just stay a little while? You haven't even had a drink."
Zain smiled, wanting him to stay close to her. Oh, how he's doing so much to her closeness. But if he stayed any longer, he couldn't guarantee he'd come closer to her and hold her close. How he longed for this embrace, this closeness. And how hard it is to wait.
Zain sighed longingly: "Sorry, I have work to do. And besides, I'm a stranger. And God willing, when you get out safely, I'll be able to drink whatever you want, but at home, okay?"
Khadija smiled shyly: "Okay, bye."
Maryam: "You're welcome, Zain. Thank you, my love."
Othman: "You really tired yourself out, my son. But like you said, you're not a stranger. You're one of us."
Zain: "Of course, uncle, we're a family. And I'm at your service for anything you need. Bye."
Ammar: Wait, I'll come with you and take you.
Zain winked at him, "No problem, take care, there are people who need you." Bye.
Zain left and went to work, thinking about Khadija the whole time.
Khadija's treatment period ended and she went home. Zain was forced to postpone his proposal to Khadija until Ammar's wedding, which was approaching. Indeed, Ammar's wedding date arrived, and Zain went with his mother to the wedding.
The wedding took place in two separate halls: one for the men and the adjacent one for the women.
Khadija looked like a bride that day. She was truly beautiful, wearing a red dress that highlighted her beauty, charm, and femininity. Her silky hair flowed freely, and she was adorned with delicate pearls that added delicacy and softness.
At the wedding in the women's hall
Zain's mother, Fatima, entered, looking at the girls present. It was truly a gathering place for beautiful women. Her eyes fell on one of the most beautiful ones, and she admired her and became fixated on her.
Maryam, Khadija's mother, approached her to greet her.
Maryam greeted her warmly: "Welcome, welcome, Hajja Fatima. You are truly a light in the sky."
Fatima: "Welcome, my dear. The wedding is lit up by its guests. Masha'Allah, what beauty! Are you the mother or sister of the groom?"
Maryam: "Hahaha. Thank you, madam. We're done for now. The blessing is in the children. May God protect them and make them happy."
Fatima: "Amen. Tell me where the bride is. I want to greet her and give her her gift."
Maryam: "Go ahead, she's sitting over there. Why did you tire yourself out? We're not strangers."
Fatima: "How come you didn't say that? He's like my children. May God bless him."
Maryam took Manar to congratulate her on the wedding. He congratulated her and gave her her gift. Her eyes were still fixed on the beautiful girl she had seen since her arrival. She decided to ask Mariam about her.
Fatima: "Tell me, Mariam. You know everyone at the wedding."
Mariam: "Yes, almost all of them are our relatives. Some are also Manar's relatives. Why?
Fatima: "There was a beautiful girl who really impressed me. I wanted to ask about her."
Mariam: "Okay, show her around."
Fatima: "She's the one standing over there wearing a red dress."
Mariam: "Hahaha. That's my daughter, Dija."
Fatima was both happy and surprised: "You're serious. The last time I saw her, she was this young and had braids."
Mariam: "Hahaha. That was a long time ago. Here she is, right in front of you, a beautiful bride. I'll give her my regards in a second."
Mariam left and brought Khadija.
Maryam: Oh, my lady, Khadija, my daughter. Greetings, Dija. This is Fatima, Zein's mother.
Khadija's heart danced with joy that he had brought his mother to see her. So he really was going to propose to her. Oh, God, I feel like I'm going to faint.
Fatima pulled Khadija into her embrace, happy to see her, checking her hair and charms to make sure they were real and not metaphorical.
Fatima: Hello, hello. What's this beauty? Praise be to God, there is no power except with God. How are you, my beauty?
Khadija smiled shyly, her face blushing. "Thank God, how are you? And how is your health?"
Fatima: "I'm fine, my love. Come sit with me for a while."
Khadija went and sat with Fatima and asked her everything. She confirmed that she wasn't just beautiful in looks, but also that she was well-mannered, well-mannered, and polite. Besides, she's a skilled housewife and a master of cooking. After a while, Khadija got up to welcome some guests. Fatima took out her phone and filmed Khadija without the other noticing.
In the men's hall.
Zain was standing with Ammar, talking and laughing. He was truly handsome and attractive, with his dignity and dignity. He wished he could see Khadija and enjoy the sight of her.
Ammar: May it happen to you soon, officer.
Zain: Hahaha. God willing, it will happen to you soon. Don't worry.
Ammar: It's not possible. Oh, you scoundrel.
So there's something you're hiding from me. Tell me who she is.
Zain: Okay, take your time. The whole story is that there's a girl. She's well-mannered and respectable, and her family is good people, and I know them. God willing, I'll propose to her soon, and I'll marry her. But I was waiting for your wedding to be over.
Ammar: I'm really happy for you, Zain. God, she is so lucky to marry you. You deserve all the best.
N: Ahem. You see that. I mean, it's impossible to reject her.
Ammar: You're crazy. Who are these people who would reject you? You're a cutie, my son.
Zain: Ahem. Seriously. I mean, even if you were a few years older than her.
Ammar: It's okay, by the way. I'm 5 years older than Manar.
Zain: Yes, but the difference between us is bigger than that.
Ammar: Don't worry. I'll come in and ask for her hand in marriage for you, too. You're my love, Zain.
Zain hugged Ammar, extremely happy with his friend's words.
The wedding ended and Zain and his mother returned home.
At Zain's House
After Zain and his mother returned, Zain went up to his room, very happy. He saw Khadija at the end of the wedding. She smiled at him. He hadn't seen anything from her laughter other than the laughter in her eyes, but those eyes affected him. Oh, from your eyes, Khadija. They are arrows that pierce my heart and affect me with their looks. When? When? When will we meet?
Fatima was waiting for Marwan to return from outside.
And indeed, Marwan arrived.
Fatima: Marwan, come here, Marwan. I need you for something very important. Come here.
Marwan: Sorry, Mom, leave it until morning. I'm tired and want to sleep.
Fatima: No, it won't work. This is a very important matter and can't be postponed. Just come here.
Fatima, what do you want from Marwan? We'll find out.