Not the Perfect Wife
105. S2 - Nayla's mother
Afrin went to school this morning. She couldn't possibly take a continuous vacation, the girl was waiting for her brother at the dinner table all by herself. His parents have not yet returned from the hospital, they have to wait for his grandfather's condition to stabilize.
"You're school, Dek?" ask Aydin who just came out in his work clothes.
"Yes, Brother."
"You want to go with Brother or Mr Hari?"
"Just like a sister, as usual."
"Kirain wants to be the same Mr. Hari. Everything has been dismantled" Aydin said. She knew her sister did not want to meet her friends, but the girl also missed her friends.
"Save the same Brother."
"Yes, come on, breakfast!"
They enjoy the dishes prepared by Mbak Rani. Usually they always enjoy Yasna's cooking, but today they don't. Although the cuisine is also delicious, but they prefer the cuisine of the mother.
After finishing breakfast. They left on Aydin's motorbike. As soon as he arrived at the school Afrin immediately went down and say goodbye to his brother heading to the classroom. On the way to class, all the students greeted him.
This is what he dislikes the most. Though before, they never glanced let alone say hello, but now all looking face in front of him. I don't know what they expected from Afrin.
"Morning, Afrin," said a student Afrin did not know.
"Morning" said Afrin with a forced smile.
"August, Afrin."
"Morning."
In the classroom, there were only a few students. His three best friends have not yet arrived. Afrin decided to sit on her lap while reading her book.
"Hi, Frin. School is also finally, we have been waiting for yesterday," said Sisca who had just come with Nuri and Vira.
"Sorry, yes, yesterday I had some business, grandfather went to the hospital."
"Yes, we know it too. What's the sick grandpa?" ask Nuri.
"Biasa, age is getting older, some are sick."
"Afrin, I'm sorry about you yesterday" said Vira who had been silent. "But why don't you tell me you're the son of a businessman named Emran. We are like brothers."
Inwardly, Afrin was eager to curse Vira. How not? If he did consider Afrin's brother impossible just because of a photo of Vira away from him, but the girl wasn't the one who liked to prolong the problem.
Let his friend say what, what is important now that Afrin knows, who really cares about him.
"I just want to have a friend who really thinks I'm that friend. I never covered up who my parents were anyway. Didn't I tell my parents a lot?"
Everyone is silent. They seemed to be insinuated by Afrin's words, but the girl did not mean that.
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A month has passed. Today Hilman's father is allowed to go home. Before that, a doctor examined him. All the family took her in, including the Gibran family, who have now decided to stay with Hilman's father and Alina's mother.
When Gibran returned home, the company fired him because he had left suddenly, without prior notice. The man now works for Emran. Some people sneered, but Gibran did not care because he had the quality to work even through connections.
"Sorry, Sir. I checked for a minute" said Fahmi, a doctor who handles Hilman's father's disease.
"Yes, Doctor, please."
"Oh, yes, I would like to inform Mr. Emran. As you asked yesterday to meet with the donor's family. Today he will come here to see Mr. Hilman. Maybe he'll be here soon. Do you want to wait for him or go straight home?" ask Dr. Fahmi.
"I'll inform you again when he arrives. Excuse me first."
"Yes, Doctor. Thank you." Thank you."
"Ran, have you ever met a donor or his family?" ask Gibran to Emran.
"No, Brother. This was also the first time I met them. Before, I could only contact him by phone. I wanted to meet him and he said there was still work, so I haven't met."
"I owe my life to that family" Gibran said, glaring how he would repay their kindness.
"Yes, you're right. Dad also feels he owes his life to their family" Hilman's father said.
An hour waiting, finally the waiting came with the doctor who had examined Hilman.
"Excuse me, sorry, introduce this is the donor family," Fahmi said by pointing to a girl beside him.
"Naila!"
"Aunt Yasna!" yasna and Nayla together. They were both shocked by their respective existences.
"Nayla, sorry before. Who donated the heart to my father?" yasna asked carefully, she did not want to offend Nayla. Especially making him hurt.
"My mother donated it, Auntie. Before he died. He heard a Fahmi Doctor, talking to the doctor who handled my mother if anyone needed a heart donor. Mother said at least she was useful to others, even though she had died because of that, she donated her heart" Nayla said with tears.
Even though he was sincere, still if he remembered his mother, he would definitely feel sad. At the moment he has no one to back up.
"Tante is very grateful to your late mother. He must be a very good man. Aunty could not repay him for his kindness, just a thank you and a prayer for him to be placed, in the most glorious place in his paradise later."
Yasna felt lucky to have someone as good as her late mother Nayla. He still thinks of others at the end of his life. It's lucky that Nayla was raised by such a great woman as the deceased.
"Thank you, Auntie. I think that's enough for my mom."
"Before, your mother was sick, if you may know?"
"My mother has kidney disease, Auntie. My mother never complained about anything. Maybe it was his destiny."
"You know him, Na?" aina asked approaching the two of them.
"Yes, Mom. Her name is Nayla, she owns the boutique where Yasna planted the shares."
"You are very good, you are young, but you want to do business" said Grandma Alina. "Grandmother would like to say thank you, yes, just like you and your mother who donated her heart to her husband. Grandma can't repay him with anything."
"Don't be like that, Grandma. I'm also happy if my mother's heart benefits my grandmother's husband."
"You want to, don't you, come to Grandma's?" haggard Granny Alina.
"Yes, Nay. You're coming, huh? Auntie would like to talk to you for a minute."
They try to persuade Nayla to come home. Yasna also still with his desire to match Nayla with Aydin.
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