
“Be careful why, Ma'am?” ask me plain icha.
“Yes, be careful. His name is also in the village, many widows itch. Moreover, Fahry, already tile, diligent, good, Soleh again.”
Icha smile.
“God willing, Mas Fahry will not be tempted. Mas Fahry must be loyal, Ma'am.”
“Iya, but we need to be vigilant as well.”
“Iya, Ma'am. Thank you, I will keep Mas Fahry from the temptations of women who like to disturb people's husbands.”
“Sip,” says Sifa's mother.
“Oh yes. Yesterday, I just got home from the midwife's place. Check what? Pregnancy yes?” guess Sifa's mother.
Icha nodded slowly.
“Wah, how did it go?” tanyanya.
“Alhamdulillah, positive.”
“Aalhamdulillah's. Sifa, soon you will have friends.”
Sifa who was just laughing, did not understand what they were talking about.
Tin!
Tin!
The sound of Fahry's motor horn, stopped right in front of his house. Carrying a lot of vegetables behind the bike.
“Assalamualaikum.”
“Waalaikumsalam ..” sahut Icha and his mother Sifa together.
Icha moved with Sifa, approaching her husband.
“Mas, is everything okay?”
“Alhamdulillah, the motor is a little fussy. But Alhamdulillah, now it has improved.”
“Alhamdulillah.”
Fahry went into his house, because he had to eat breakfast first before traveling around the village carrying his vegetables.
Meanwhile, the mothers who were nearby had gathered to choose the vegetables and side dishes they wanted to buy.
Ms. Sintya came out of the house, to replace Fahry serving buyers. Because Fahry has to have breakfast first.
“Selected-in select Mothers,” said Bu Sintya.
“Iya, Mom,” sahut them together.
Icha gave Sifa to her mother, because she had to prepare food for her husband.
“Honey, want to eat now?” tanya Icha took drinking water for her husband.
Fahry nodded.
After putting the glass on the table, he saw the back of his wife who was busy taking food for him.
Fahry got up from his seat, directly hugging him from behind.
Grep's!
“Honey, I miss you,” whispered to his wife.
Icha frowned in wonder, then smiled thinking if her husband wanted to indulge in her.
Icha put down her plate, then turned her body to face her husband.
“Why Mas, what happened?” ask her husband.
Fahry shook his head, then left a warm kiss on his wife's forehead.
Then let go of the hook, sitting back where it was before.
Icha returned to fetch food for her husband, which was delayed.
“Mas, what's up?” ask Icha while putting a plate containing rice and side dishes.
“Nothing, Honey. Have you eaten?” asked Fahry while putting food in his mouth.
“Mas.”
After the meal, Fahry and Icha return to the terrace. Seeing his mother-in-law busy serving buyers, while joking at the mothers.
“Fahry, Mom's order is there?” ask a new mother.
“There's Bu,” says Fahry.
He took a bag containing vegetables and fish, his motorbike modified by Fahry to make it easier to carry his groceries.
“How much all?” tanyakanya.
“All 150 thousand, Bu.”
“Fahry, do you not lose selling everything so cheap, just a little different from the original price?”
“Yes you're right, Fahry. May the bestselling sweet and blessing always,” said the mother.
“Aamiin ..”
After the buyers came home with his groceries, Fahry said goodbye to his wife and mother-in-law to go around carrying vegetables and fish that he sold using his motorbike.
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This morning, Dika seemed to step hurriedly down the stairs.
Early in the morning, he only got word, if his father was hospitalized because he had a single accident.
“Honey, where are you going, so early?” ask his wife who is busy preparing breakfast for him.
“Honey, Papa was in an accident and is now in hospital.”
“Astaghfirullah ... Bang, I'm coming.”
Dika nodded.
“Change your clothes, I wait in the car,”.
“Iya, Bang.”
Indah rushed up the stairs, because Beautiful before dawn prayers had taken a bath, so she just changed her clothes.
Dika started his car, while waiting for his wife to prepare.
He tried to contact his mother and sister, but could not. Because the network in the village is very difficult, if not the mother who contacted first.
“Come, Bang.”
Beautiful directly into the car, Dika put back his phone.
“What we need to contact Mama, they are all there to know this.”
“Abang has contacted him, but can not. We will try again later,” said Dika drove his car to the hospital, where his papa is being treated.
Lovely nods.
20 Minutes later, they arrived at the hospital.
Dika and Indah joined hands down the hospital corridor.
It didn't take long, they had already arrived at the ICU home where his father was being treated.
Visible from the small glass on the door, Mr. Heri was lying weakly with some kind of tool attached to his body.
“Are you family of patients?” ask the nurse who just came out of the room.
“Iya, Sus. We are his son,” sahut Indah.
“Doctor calls you guys to his room, let me drop off.”
Beautifully nodding, she pulled the arm of her husband who was still staring at her papa from a distance.
When they arrived in the room, the doctor invited them to sit down.
“Are you family of patients?” ask the doctor.
“Iya. My son,” sahut Dika.
“So this Sir. He had bleeding in the brain due to a very hard impact on his head, at that time we had to do a quick action that was to do surgery. Sorry, I operated on a patient without your consent. Because at that time, there was nothing we could contact. While the patient's condition is critical and must be immediately in surgery.”
“Keep, how is my current Papa, Doc?” ask Dika.
“Patient is in a coma at the moment,” says doctor.
Dika could not speak anymore, hearing the doctor's explanation.
“When will Papa wake up, Doc?” tanya Indah who is no less worried.
“I can't be sure, we leave it to the almighty. Try to stay calm and communicate with the patient, even if there is no response.”
Lovely nods.
After that, they say goodbye out of the room.
“Honey, patience yes. We pray that Papa can get through this.”
“huft .. I'm really sorry I ignored Papa yesterday. I'm a useless kid!” Blaming himself.
“Bang, this is not your fault. It's a pure accident, don't be like this huh. Remember that! doctor's message, don't be like this in front of Papa. Let's take care of Papa, it's time we as his children take care of our parents.”
Dika repeatedly sighed, because it felt tight in his chest.
“You contact Anggun, tell him if Papa is being treated.”
Lovely nodded, then took out her phone from inside her bag.
Dika, meanwhile, stepped into the ICU room where her father lay.
Visible face that has begun to wrinkle, there are some tools attached to his body.
“Pa, Sorry Dika ya Pa. Dika has not been a good child, Papa healed yes. Dika will invite Papa to meet with Mama if Papa is healed.”
Unknowingly sheds her tears, gently stroking her Papa's hand.