His Gorgeous Muslimah (completed) √

CHAPTER FORTY TWO

DEDICATED TO AjidaWadaIbrahim Beelkisuh MistaDavo.

   "How is she please? " Umar asked a nurse who came out from the ward. As usual, she ignored him and he felt like strangling her. They've been here for over an hour and thirty minutes but he has no idea what's going on. No one gave them a feedback including Dr Kelvin. He walked back to the empty seat and sat grabbing his head with both sides. "Ummu was by his left side with Maman Sadiya consoling her as she cried her heart out.
"It's OK Ummu. She'll be fine In SHA ALLAH " he managed to say wishing he was good in consoling people. He flinched remembering how helpless she looked in his arms as he carried her to the car. "Ya Allah! Grant her Shifa please" he prayed silently.
"Mr Umar" he heard his name and suddenly looked up. He saw Dr Kelvin standing in front of him with his glasses in his hands as he wiped his face. "How is my daughter Doctor? Is she alright? Can I see her?" Ummu asked. On a normal day, Umar would have commented on her accent but today is no normal day.
"She's fine Madam. A moment Mr Umar". Umar smiled at Ummu before following the doctor. "How is she Doctor? " he asked the moment the doctor drained the glass of water. He wiped his mouth with a handkerchief "Well, I can't really say she's fine. Her condition bad."
"What's wrong with her Doctor? Please tell me".
Umar went limp as the doctor explained Minal's health condition. He suddenly began to feel dizzy and nauseous. He watched the doctor's mouth move but he could no longer digest what they said to him. "Exocrine tumor?" he repeated. "Pancreatitis".. "Stage IV" he kept repeating as he made his way to the door. It was so obvious he was going out of his mind. Doctor Kelvin quickly reached him, sat him down and then poured him a glass of water. His eyes were red and his whole body shook.
"Innalillahi WA Inna ilaihi rajiu " he repeated severally before draining the glass of water. "Is there no way it could be cured" he asked. His voice broke as he spoke and the tears were already finding their way to his cheeks. "I wish there was but hers have reached the fourth stage where it has moved to other organs."
Umar grabbed his collar and in a swift move, he pinned him to the wall.
"Why didn't you inform me. Why didn't you inform anyone? Why?!! " The frightened Doctor Who made no attempt to free himself felt the grip loosen. It wasn't his fault. She told him she had no family but he was a fool for believing.
"Umar! What did the doctor say? " Ummu asked rushing towards him. "Tell me please. Is my Minal fine. Is she.. " she paused reading his expression. "Nothing is fine Umar. Tell me. Tell me!!"
"She'll be fine Ummu. In SHA ALLAH. She's in need of our prayers. I'll be back shortly. Let me go get some drugs. " he managed to say and left quickly. "Oh My Minal. May Allah grant you Shifa. " she sat down and continued to wipe her tears with the hem of her Lappaya remembering how strong her daughter was before she left home in the morning.

Umar sat in his car unable to do anything. He couldn't think of anything. All he could do was to blame himself. Was to feel guilty. Why haven't he noticed something was wrong earlier. Why didn't he realize she wasn't well and look for every possible way to make she's treated. All these wouldn't have happened if he was loving, caring and observant. "Ya Allah! Don't let Minal die. At least not so soon. Ya Allah! Make her live long to mother my kids. Ya Allah! Make her live long enough to see our grandchildren " be prayed in a shaky voice.
He fished out his phone and went through her messages. She was sure trying to make him have a glimpse. She was giving him a sign but he was too foolish not to have noticed.
Whenever he talked about their future which was before she changed her attitudes towards him, her reply was always "May Allah spare our lives". She always spoke of death which always pissed him off.
"Stop getting mad at me when ever I mention death. We'll all definitely die. Someday " she'll say smiling sweetly at hi..
"I know Minal's. But you talk as if you'll die the next day or soon. It scares the hell out of me"
" Who knows if I'll die soon? What are you scared of Umar?" she'll ask.
"I'm afraid of loosing you Minal. I want to grow old with you. I want to see your hair turn grey. I want to witness when old age will force you to stop wearing makeup"