Fresh air in that evening. A Dim and the weather looked calm, stay as serene water of the Lake. Bird sounds joyful. There is no color squeezing at the foot of the sky, the evening was young. Children ran in playgrounds.
Malik lifts both sides of his hands over and over again, and then try to move his wrists to the left and to the right, in the form of a circle. The sounds of joints in wrist Malik clear. He is very satisfied.
"Thanks, my hands still can move."
"Gratitude O Allah," Malik extends gratitude while enjoying the fresh air on that evening, in the area of the site in his home area.
Almost three months he just sits in a wheelchair. Only part of his body from the waist upwards until his head only capable of working. He accepted the destiny.
He was thankful as his hand is still firm, still can be used to rotate the wheelchair to move to any part of the house that can be achieved, including a horizontal space and the outside of the house as well as the backyard area.
For going out of his house, Malik needs someone who can help, to shove a wheelchair be able to carry on to the playground near his house as well as around a public park located in Skudai.
For the past few months, That is his world, He had no strength to get up. His legs were still watery and not able to function properly as before.
Malik was in dreadful need of help from somebody who can give him power to continue to recover as usual. Who else? If it was not his own wife, Maiza.
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