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mom got sick

Over time Isma grew closer to Fikri. At that time, Fikri expressed his feelings. And Isma answered only.

One day Isma as usual, he always called after work.

He tried to call 3 times, but no one picked up the phone. Isma thought maybe mom's phone missed at home.

Isma tried the phone again. But still no one picked up the phone.

"Kok.. tumben-tumbenan mother is very difficult to contact yes...what is it..?" Ask Isma in my heart.

He then tried to contact his uncle. After 3 calls, finally the uncle picked up Isma's phone.

"Assalamualaikum.m..!"

"Waalikumsalam Is..." Answer the uncle

"Isma wants to ask you why you are difficult to contact, om...?" Ask Isma

"Mh.... Mm.... Mm.." -..."

"Why ...?" Ask Isma again

Finally his uncle spoke.

"Mother is sick... It's in the hospital."

"What is your mother sick...?" Isma kept asking.

"Mothers... Mothers..... Mothers... It's a heart attack." Answer the uncle

"Could om... I don't have a heart history." Isma

Without a second thought, Isma immediately carried her bag. He then went to his senior at work and asked for permission to go home. But unfortunately his senior did not give permission, with the reason at work is lacking people.

But Isma ignored that, he still desperate to go home. All she has in mind is mom.

Then Isma went to the bus. Get a bus ticket home. Four hours drive, finally Isma arrived home. There's nobody there.

Then suddenly there Fikri approached him, using a motorcycle.

"Let's take you to the hospital." Bring Fikri.

Isma then got on the bike with Fikri.

There, he met his neighbors who had visited his mother.

"Prophey is..." Said a neighbor while stroking Isma's shoulder.

Then Isma went to see her father.

"Sir... Where is mom...?"

"Mommy's in the ICU, son." Answer father

"ICU Sir...? Did she get so sick that she had to be in the ICU..?" Ask Isma again.

"Later you go in, son, but have to take turns. Now your brother is inside." Answer father.

Then Isma wore green clothes. And get closer to that room.

"Don't cry Is... You have to strengthen the mother." said Fikri.

Isma nodded her head.

Isma entered the ICU. Sounds of tools, Tet... Tet... Tet. next to the mother.

The mother lies weakly with oxygen, an infusion tube and other hoses.

"Mom... Ma'am. It's Isma..." Isma said quietly while holding her mother's hand.

Mom opened her eyes slowly.

"Isma is here, you have to work."

"Yes Ma'am, it's nothing. Isma has permission. Don't move much, let it heal quickly." Answer Isma.

Mom closed her eyes again.

In my heart, Isma was very sad. He turned his body, and went back out of the room. He could no longer contain his sadness.

Fikri is still waiting for Isma in front of the ICU door. Without Isma realizing he was crying on Fikri's shoulder.

"Mothers... Fic... Why is it so sick like this...?" Isma said to Fikri.

"Prophey is... God willing, I'll be healed soon." Answer Fikri.

There Isma did not think about her work. At that time, he could not get permission to go home.

Two days Isma took care of her mother in the hospital. Until his father told Isma to rest at home, and told Isma to return to the mess so that his work was not interrupted.

"You rest at home Is... Tomorrow you will go back to Bandung. Let your work not be interrupted." Said father.

"There is the same father... Your brothers haven't come home either." Answer father.

"alright... Isma will be returning to Bandung tomorrow. But now Isma sleeps here, sir..?" Said Isma.

"Yes..."

Since Isma was in the hospital, Fikri continued to accompany her. Isma felt that there was great care Fikri showed her.

"Fic... Why don't you go home, what will you do?" Ask Isma to Fikri.

"I am here Is nemenin you, about work I have permission... So just calm down..." Answer Fikri.

"I'll be back tomorrow to Bandung Fik..." Isma.

"Oh, yeah I'll drop you off later, I'll go home." Fikri.

"Ga naga Fik... I can do it myself...!" Answer Isma.

"What a thing, his name is also." Fikri Resolute.

Isma's father began to feel that someone was close to his daughter. He saw Fikri paying attention to Isma.

His father wished that whoever was close to his daughter, he was a good person.

The next day Isma went to her mother's house.

"Mothers... Isma pamit go back to Bandung first. Isma wants to get back to work." Isma said while holding her mother's hand.

"Yes son... Don't think too much about Mom here. Mom must be fine. I'm gonna be healthy again." Answer mom with spirit.

"Isma came home to Fikri ya Ma'am..." Added Isma.

"Yes... Son, be careful..."

"Yes Mom..."

Then Isma kissed the mother's hand.

"Isma said yes sir..." Isma said to her father.

"Yes son... Don't mind a lot there huh, focus on your work." Answer father.

"Yes sir."

Then Isma left the hospital with Fikri.

"Assynolt...."

"Valatagem....." Answer father.

Isma's journey looks more quiet. Not a single word came out of his mouth. His eyes were teary, occasionally he shed tears. Along the way he just turned his head towards the windshield.

Fikri understood what Isma was feeling now.

"Prophey is... Sure mom's gonna get well. You have to be excited, let me be excited." Fikri.

Isma turned her head while looking at Fikri, then she smiled.

"Thank you a lot.. Fik, thanks for all the time." Said Isma.

Four hours have been passed on the way. Finally arrived at Isma's workplace.

"Remember... The spirit of Is... Later if you want to go home, call... Let's go back together again." Fikri.

Isma smiled and nodded her head.

Then Fikri said goodbye to mess's mother, and she returned home to work.

Mess's mother then approached Isma.

"Son, you haven't been to work for three days. Yesterday your boss called me." Said mess's mother.

"Yes Mom, my mom is now in the ICU. He's still in the ICU." Answer Isma.

"Mother knows son, but yesterday you went home without permission from the boss. You know, son..?"

"Yes Ma... I will accept whatever the punishment is. Even if I get fired, I'll accept Mom. The important thing is where my mother is sick, I'm at her side." Answer Isma.

"You're a good boy, son..." Answer mess's mom.

"Thank You... I understand Isma."

"Yes, son, now you're taking a break."

"Yes... Mum..."

Then Isma went to the room to go to her friends, and rested.