Love For Nabila
Parents with all their right thoughts.

...Warning !!...

...Plis.. prepare the heart to avoid the annoyance and before it will hit....

...And do not forget to read slowly while imagining their respective mothers so that their feelings can be more intense in the heart....

...Enjoyable......!...

Nabila was still reluctant to move from his place, faithfully resuscitated his gaze to capture the stretch of the night sky that was shrouded in cloudy fog.

While neutralizing the heartbeats that had been crazed he uttered the word istigfar many times in the heart hoping that he did not make the wrong decision.

For a moment he wondered why he was hesitating with his desperation, like something was wrong. But where his mistake lies he doesn't know.

Ten minutes passed, he was still engrossed in all his thoughts. Until.a ruffled sound from inside the house attracts all his attention.

“Quick open his door !! “ screaming male voice from inside house.

Brak !

The door opened wide roughly. Gus

Bhintar appeared by carrying the body of Mother Arina with a tense face.

” Abah, Umi. Bhintar will take Mother Arina to the nearest hospital, so please follow after her.” His words with a little scream, making Nabila's body immediately stiffened in place. It's hard to move because I'm too surprised by what I see now.

Although his eyes are blurred, his eyes can still catch his two friends are running away in a hurry. His heart was unwilling to hear what they were going to say to him.

“Bil.” Call Zahra lirih.

Vika turned to look at Nabila, who not long later he immediately smothered his mouth Syog because he saw the body of his best friend collapsed on the spot and fainted.

“Astagfirullahal Adzim Nabila ! “ strangle them together.

“Ya Allah..how is this Ra ?” asked Vika in panic while patting Nabila's cheek hard.

“We bopong him into Vik.” Zahra's orders were no less chaotic, but still a little quiet because it was used to seeing and handling people fainting in the hospital.

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Nabila pegged at the door of the HCU room.

People who have always looked fine are now lying unconscious in the intensive care room.

When he was in a panic, his mind had even flown somewhere. Didn't expect the scary events four years ago now come again approaching.

In this place, it used to be two very valuable people in his life. Making him an orphan because it must be left by the father at a young age and in the stamp of the old virgin because it must be in the dead the idol of the heart.

How ironic is the life of Nabila, and now again? I don't know what bad luck has followed him all this time.why trials like not wanting to stop.

His heart is now as in the squeeze as hard as it is, even the pain of his horn he to numb can not feel anything.

“Mother...” shriveled her in.

As his only child, he now feels like he has failed. His exsistency as a doctor is now worth questioning. Nabila felt useless to those he loved, it was evident from his negligence he was keeping his one-on-one parents remaining. Feeling lacking in concern for the health of the Mother and ignoring her all this time, makes her regret it.

Slowly he approached his mother

lying on top of the hospital brangkar with his gaze shattered. The old woman looks pale with various monitor cables attached to her body.

Nabila has not been able to lose the woman who owns heaven on the soles of her feet now ! he still wanted to be filial to repay the sincere affection he loved by caring for and giving more attention in his old age, but his affection the embodiment of the noble woman was reluctant to accept him. Because he knows his son not only belongs to him, but belongs to everyone who is said to be proud to see his son can be useful to many people even though put him himself forgotten.

Is it possible that all mothers in this world who have a child a doctor think it is like that? If yes, then all of them are lucky. But if not, then lucky Nabila himself, who was born from the womb of a patient woman, a lot of affection and understanding like the Mother.

Nabila's knee fell on the Bed beside Mother Arina, she grabbed her old hand and kissed her softly full of hurt.

There is no right word to define his feelings at this time, the pain of a child who sees his parents lying weak helpless like a whip of its own for him.

While he who works as a doctor whose job is to heal and help the sick, now can only see it without being able to work or do anything.

Regretting. Well, maybe that one word could represent his current feelings, but..it seems like thousands of regrets are still unable to accommodate and replace the time that has passed if it has been this way.Should he spend more time distracted on other things to better miss people the old man who misses him every second.

Nabila looked up when he felt a warm touch on his right shoulder, he saw Mbok Lastri who had been silent watching him now glazed over trying to strengthen even though all that was meaningless.

“ Why Mbok never said the same Nabila who is honest?” the raspy voice that shook was as if it was slashing the recesses of the heart for anyone who heard it.

Well, all compact hide it from Nabila. Mbok Lastri, Umi Khadijah, Kyai Abdullah, even until Bhintara also kept it a secret.

“Mrs who forbid her to tell Non Nabila.” Answer her carefully.

Tega ! they are so happy !! could he hide the heart pain suffered by the Mother from her, this disease had also taken the Father from her side and now in the same way God wants to repeat it again? Really if Nabila asked for leniency, he was not ready for it.

If only Nabila had known it from the beginning, maybe the events he once felt would not be repeated again. And maybe now he can still see the smile on the face of the Mother because of the happy one-on-one son of his late marriage as well, although he must be willing to accept the proposal impromptu. It's not why he was injured that it's important that the Mother is happy.

“Mbok, Nabila is Mother's son. So, I deserve to know everything about my Mother including this. If it was a doctor Mbok ! DOCTOR ! how can a healer of the sick be helped against his own parental illness?!” shouted Nabila while sobbing disappointed with her self.

“The girl just doesn't want to burden non Nabila with the bad news, because she knows Non Nabila's life is heavy. So... he did not want to add any more and chose to keep it secret from Non Nabila.” It was clearly something that was still hard to accept in his ears.

Selfish ! why should parents be so selfish? They think that hiding their troubles from the child is the best option? Though they are wrong if they think like that, precisely by hiding all the bad news that hit even that makes a child more burdened.

Sometimes parents forget that their happiness is the encouragement of the Son to live his life full of twists and turns.

Parents always worry their children not to be burdened, but without them knowing to be useless to their own family it is much more sad and heavy than the burden itself.

Then they say all for the sake of the Son's happiness, but if this is how a Son will be fine? Watching his parents bet his life when he was a doctor himself?. If it's too late, what can you do? Just crying and regretting, right? Doesn't that add a lot of weight to the end?

“Non, have calmed your heart, Mbok Lastri sure Mommy will be fine in the hands of the same reliable doctors like you.”

Nabila increasingly tightened his grip, focused his sobbing head there. Hearing the words that were thrown from the old woman was even like a slap that made her realize once again about the uselessness of the title that was held for the current state of the Mother.

This is all because of him, he made the wrong decision that was fatal to his Mother's life.

Stupid ! very, VERY STUPID ! true Bhintar said she was a selfish and stubborn girl who was given peerless affection but she even replied with litres of tubal water.

Disappointed, sad, sick to blend into one. I felt sad about reality this time.

He had to approve the proposal for the sake of his parents, instead of maintaining his self-esteem.

If so, what does self-esteem mean ? if your life is any match.

Somehow Nabila felt the room was shrinking and narrowing, his breathing became tight can not breathe air with Normal. He needs a large and spacious place to channel all the heartbreak so that his pain is reduced.

Then Nabila stood up from her knees and ran away and left the room and went out to the hospital gate.

Until a white Range Rover Car with its passenger section window open, mengklakson with length makes it shocked instead of playing.

“Log.” Pinta the driver is not soft.