Love Frame For Sarmila
CHAPTER 123

Not a Muslim is afflicted by a disease or something like that, but Allah will abort with him his sins like a tree that drops its leaves. (HR.Bukhari no 5660 and muslim no 2571)

Every human being must have experienced pain, either mild or severe pain. When body pain will feel uncomfortable even have to endure the pain. Sometimes those who experience pain can carry out activities and keep working as usual. However, there are certain conditions, not being able to move must rest completely to undergo intensive treatment.

When getting the gift of pain does not always have to be regretted, because sometimes with pain often brings some wisdom. Allah creates pain in order to feel healthy pleasure, eat freely and be able to move and worship well. Insha Allah pain can purify sin, cover up wrongs, and lift degrees.

"Darling, I'll go to work first, yeah. Father's son must be good so that mother can move. " Danu paid for his work with his wife and their future children.

"So, don't forget the medicine. Later even drop again," Mila asked her husband to check the luggage.

"It's so dear. All right, I'm bringing files for a spinal cord operation. He said Ammar in the near future wants Singapore for treatment,"

"Alhamdulillah, Uda. Ammar wants to donate his spinal cord. May you recover and live a normal life in general. And our son can feel a father's affection intact," Danu sprinkled a kiss on his wife's forehead.

"All thanks to your prayer, my mother's prayer as well. The prayers of those who love me and our little family, too,"

"Amin, you've left for work overtime,"

"I'm leaving, yes" Mila nodded after greeting her husband.

Mila accompanied Danu until the man climbed onto the iron horse. A smile spread across the woman's lips while looking at the back of the man who had already eight months of self-realizing.

"Mila," said Dahlia's mother.

"Mother" Mila greets her real mother.

"You alone?" Mila nodded small.

"You want to go with me to the market, yuk," Dahlia's mother asked.

"Go in first, Mom. Time to chat outside," Dahlia and Mila simultaneously enter the house.

Mila asked her mother to sit in the living room chair. While he wants to make a drink for his mother.

Mila just opened a jar filled with tea bags. His job must be stopped when the vibration of the phone is felt in his pants pocket.

"Yes, honey," said Mila, guess who called.

"Dear, sorry to bother you. Try to check in the room whether the file about transpalansi stay at home. I feel like I'm in a bag but I don't even exist,"

"Want me to take you there?" ask Mila.

"No need. I'll find another reason for Vishnu. If you live at home, it is no problem. Fear of being on the road. I gave you food like a little boy around Prapto. Poor him foraging around the trash. I waited for him to finish eating. Sorry, baby,"

"Darling, it's like it's on the front desk. I saw a yellow map" Mila said.

"Alhamdulillah if it is at home. Yashudah, I work again. Please save the map,"

"Yes, honey. I must have kept it,"

"Assalamualaikum, father's son," Mila put the phone close to her belly button.

"Waalaikumsalam, dear father," They closed the communication.

Mila brought a tray of warm tea for her mother. Dahlia looked at the family photo in the main room.

"When you want to marry my father, I'm very happy to have a mother. Moreover, Aminah and I were close since childhood. From my father I know that Aminah's real father has long worked and served in your grandfather's palm factory.

Your father and I have been dating since High School, I was 16 and your dad was 18. I stopped school, while Aminah continued school. Only time to go up the third grade Aminah chose to quit school.

And to his surprise when Aminah decided to stop, Rohim's mother and parents instead intended to marry them, .."

"Lady..." Mila hugged her mother.

"If it's bitter to remember don't do it. Let's just say those memories never existed. Or we pray that Grandma Seruni is put in a proper place,"

"I'm sorry, son,"

"What?"

"On the mother is slow to tell about your identity. I think too much that you hate me,"

"I never hated my mother. It was just that time that I was still shocked, Mom,"

"So we go to the market?" Mila reminded her of the original plan.

"Mom's been lazy everywhere, Mila. It seemed like the heat of the air," Dahlia looked at the door. The sun is high.

"Stay, Mom. Please go to the bathroom first," Dahlia nodded.

Dahlia walked towards the guest chair. His view centered on the yellow map on the table. Dahlia was initially reluctant to open what was in the map. The curiosity grew when the note wrote a license for a spinal cord transplant operation. The middle-aged woman clenched her hands together. He was surprised at what his daughter-in-law was going through.

Mila was stunned when her mother read the contents of the map. He hurried to get the map. Dahlia suspects that something is hidden between her son and daughter-in-law. For a moment he dismissed suspicions that the file might be confidential. Dahlia felt too presumptuous to have opened the note. But he also refused to ask further.

"Mom,"

"If I'm sorry, I was too slow to read that file. If you don't want to tell a story, that's okay. That's your household, I'm sure you have some privacy, too,"

"Sorry, there is no big problem at the moment, so we can still overcome it ourselves" Mila replied.

"Yes, have you eaten? remember you're pregnant. Don't hold back if you want something,"

"What are you craving?" Mila shakes.

"Mom I want to sleep on mom's lap, okay?" Dahlia confirms Mila's request. Without waiting for long she lay her head on Dahlia's mother's thigh.

"Tales dong, Mom. My pregnant mother's days. My dad said you brought me here when I was four. Means you had memories with me first,"

"When the time of pregnant women you really want to play to the beach. But yes that's how mothers are constrained by the same minimum cost. You also did not give birth in the hospital. But wear a child shaman, helped by Ida take care of your deed. Mother told the officer there that your father died while we were still in the womb.

You were born in Lampung, we live in a small village. If in say the village is not, it is still crowded because it is near the market. You can still see the city just fifteen minutes away.

I only have a friend, Ida, Vika's mom. We're just as lucky, kere,"

"But Aunt Ida is now a successful person" said Mila.

"Yes because he married a widower, he is also much more mature than your father. Vika has a sister. Died of overdosing at a party with his friends,

Oh, my God, I'm talking to people. My mother was not a good person,"

Mila listened to the story of the mother about the time of pregnancy and gave birth to herself. A heartbreaking story. It was unexpected that the mother struggled on her own without anyone's help.