Let the Heart Choose
That easy?

Faisal turned Nada's body towards him, he stared at the bead of Nada's eyes which was currently starting to glaze over. His lips twitched while opening.

"Lo sure you want a divorce?" faisal asked looking fixedly at Nada.

"According to Lo, how should I dong?" tanya Nada threw a listless glance at Faisal.

There is a speck of happiness, but more dominant sadness. After the struggle of Nada so great, it was so easy to make a decision to separate.

Faisal was also Nada's neighbor, although the distance of his house was quite far. But he could hear anything from the Nada family, as well as crazy gossip spreading.

"How are the kids?" ask Faisal.

"Gue will take them, after all Alif also knows that Mother and Father are not okay" said Nada withholding isak.

Faisal sighed harshly, He was anxious to have Nada to maintain this relationship. Because these little kids still need Dad.

But if he's in Nada's position, he's not sure if he can be as firm as Nada. A moment Faisal was silent, trying to understand Nada's feelings.

"Certain Andra?" ask Faisal.

"She didn't want to, but I was tired." replied Nada who sat on the chair back and leaned back her tired body.

Their conversation ends when they see Andra coming into Alif's room, she brings a lot and a mat. He also brought a bag of pelastics.

seeing the tone that had been accompanied by Faisal made Andra's emotions rise. However, he tried to keep her from getting hooked. Right now his relationship with his wife is not okay, and silence is indeed the best solution.

Leisurely Andra entered and approached Nada, she kissed her forehead and put her luggage on the floor.

"It's been a long time Sal?" ask Andra kindly.

Nada and Faisal looked at each other, only this time he saw Andra this calm. Let alone to meet, hear Faisal's name. Andra's anger went straight up to the crown.

"Just now, " replied Faisal with a faint smile.

"You guys go ahead, I want to go out for a while" Andra said, stepping away.

Nada and Faisal were fixated on seeing Andra's behavior this time, did he really want to part? So that the jealousy has faded?.

Tone tried to calm his heart, for some reason Nada felt a pain. Even if Andra behaves like this it will be easy for him to take care of the divorce.

"Nad, Andra's out of shit?" faisal asked, looking at Andra's back away.

"Maybe he's sincere for Sal's divorce" replied Nada origin.

"Easy then?" faisal asked in disbelief.

"Tau ah, I'm dizzy," said Nada.

"Jude, I'm back from work first. Short change of shift." said Faisal who stepped out of the room.

Now that only Nada was in the room, she stared fixedly at her son who was still fast asleep.

The boy who always adorned his day with his beautiful smile, crisp laughter, until the words that always motivated Nada to stay strong.

He was also astonished, why was their relationship so close? He is not his real son. Jemari Nada clasped Alif's hand tightly.

He kissed her gently, spilling all yearnings and sorrow simultaneously, at this moment his heart was deeply broken.

Especially when he heard Kinan's explanation, it was actually him who was at fault for this accident. He shouldn't have suppressed his ego and tried to be more patient.

If only he had been patient, Alif would not have heard his quarrel with Andra. And automatically his mood improved too.

"Alif sorryin Mommy yes .. you should not be selfish and blame others" said Nada while continuing to kiss Alif's hand.

***

Until a few minutes passed, drowsiness enveloped Nada. In order for him to be awake, he chose to pray first, it just so happens that he has not performed the Isha prayer'.

Nada did not care about it and remained focused with a langakah, until finally he arrived at a mushalla. He went in and took the water.

Whether this was his feeling or it was true, the ablution water that washed his face seemed to lift all his sadness.

He felt the freshness that was on his face, his brain suddenly so cold. It was as if the water was coming in to flush out his hot brain.

After berwudlu he stepped into the mosque, wearing a mukena that has been provided in the closet. Then ready for prayer.

Every move, without him being able to hold it. Tears soaked the face and prayer mats that Nada wore, Nada felt herself helpless. And so despicable.

Praying tones solemnly, until he did not know there was someone following him behind. The person follows all his prayer movements. Until the prayer is finished

Tone raised both his hands and offered a do'a, tears adorning his cheeks. Rang uncontrollably, until he finally decided to finish his prayer.

As Nada turned around, she was surprised that there was a person sitting behind her and got attached to Nada.

"Sorry Ma'am," said Nada immediately shifted his steps and took off the mucus he was wearing.

Tone looked at a woman sitting before him, her eyes staring blankly towards the front. It was as if the burden he was carrying was quite large.

Until Nada decided to just say hello to him.

"Where's mbak?" ask Nada.

"From Kalimantan mbak" he answered briefly.

Because here is the largest hospital in the city, and the medical ability is quite good. Some cities, even from outside the island willing to come here for treatment.

This hospital has many reliable specialists in every field, almost all doctors are successful in their operations.

"Who is sick?" tanya Nada's back.

"My son is" replied the woman.

"She had cancer" the woman said.

Tone just a small smile, while in the hospital. In this hospital it is not only her who is struggling, there are many mothers who are fighting for her child. If this Mbak can fight hard, he should be able to too right?

"Hopefully get well soon Ma'am, the great doctor here must be fighting for your child Ma'am," said Nada who was about to leave.

"I don't pray for his recovery. I just want his father here to see him." said the woman.

Degh ...

Father ...

Tone sat back down, he approached the Woman then clasped her fingers. He stared fixedly at the bead of eyes that began to seep on the cheeks.

"Where is your father, Ma'am?" ask Nada.

"His father left after I was kicked out, I limited their meetings until my son became ill. I called him many times, but his number could not be reached. As for my son, in each of his groans calling his father's name," broke out already the woman's cry.

"The chances of my son's life are minimal, I just want to give the best for him in the last second of his life" said the woman with trembling lips.

"I pray that your child will soon meet his father" said Nada with teary eyes.

Nada chose to leave, she immediately said goodbye and stepped towards Alif's room. His heart was sliced to see the woman lamenting her suffering.

Slowly Nada opened the door to Alif's room, still the same. His son was still asleep, there was no sign of opening his eyes. Or even to move a little bit.

Tone wobbly approached, he sat back down on the chair that accompanied him a few hours ago.

"Lif, Mommy has been here since. You don't want to open your eyes?" tanya Nada kissed Alif's hand.

"Alif must have realized immediately," said One from behind.