
Aydin tried to break down the bathroom door with the help of Emran. Three times the door was open. Nayla sat on the floor with tears. The woman closed her mouth so as not to make a sound.
"Day!" call Aydin.
Aydin immediately ran up to his wife and picked her up. The man took Nayla out of the bathroom and sat her on the bed. There were worried faces from everyone in the room. Aydin immediately hugged his wife.
"Tell me where it hurts. Don't harbour. Moreover, you hold everything yourself. If you want to cry, cry. There I am" said Aydin slowly. However, it can still be heard by everyone.
Nayla finally broke down. She groaned in pain in the arms of her husband. The woman no longer held back her cries. Nayla took out everything she couldn't get out of all this time.
Yasna who heard it became confused. What really happened to Nayla? As he was about to step closer to his son and son-in-law, Emran immediately pulled his wife's hand and shook his head. Yasna looked at the husband not understanding. What does all this mean?
Immediately Emran took his wife and the others out. Maybe it's time everyone found out about what happened to Nayla. Emran took them to the place where the bonfire was still burning.
Nayla was still crying in the arms of her husband. He whimpered his chest in pain. Aydin has also read several articles that say, if cancer pain feels like being gripped very strongly.
"Mas, it hurts so much. It's like something's gripping and it feels really hot. Why does it have to be like this? This hurts," Nayla cried as she pleased.
Aydin could not hear the words of his wife. He also cried hugging his wife tightly. This is all he can do.
"Do you have the cure, honey?" ask Aydin who Nayla is holding. "Where is it?"
Nayla was silent. Soon Aydin looked for her in the woman's bag. He found some medicine wrapped in plastic and asked his wife.
"What is this, honey?" Nayla nodded in response. Soon Aydin sought water so that his wife could take the medicine. "this, honey, drink it?" said Aydin by handing over the medicine and a glass of water.
The man's hands were trembling. This was the first time he had seen Nayla like this. Aydin did not know what to do. The man really could not see his wife like this. The woman took the medicine in her husband's hand and drank it.
Aydin hugged his wife again. That guy really can't. This was the first time he had seen his wife like this. Then what about Nayla herself who previously lived everything alone?
A few minutes later, Nayla felt a little relieved. Although it still feels a little pain, but not like it was so torturous. The woman remembered something and immediately took off her husband's embrace.
"Mas, do you know?" nayla asked with her husband's face. Aydin, who understood Nayla's question, nodded. He was reflexively acting like that out of panic and worry as well.
"Since when?"
"Yesterday," Aydin answered by tidying up Nayla's wet hair. Whether it was sweat or tears.
"Mas, you know where?" ask Nayla again.
"From papa. He met up with his best friend and said if he saw you at the cancer specialist. The curious Papa went to the doctor and found out what you were going through," Aydin replied, causing Nayla to shed tears. "Why aren't you being honest with me, honey? We can find a solution together. Didn't you ever say that we should be open and honest with each other?"
Although Aydin knew the possibility for Nayla to recover was very small. He will try to do anything for his wife.
"I'm afraid, Mas .. I don't want to sacrifice this child. He is my life. I'm afraid if I tell everyone, they'll ask me to drop it."
The man grabbed the wife's shoulder to lean on her.
"I'm not that happy to drop it either. I know you love him very much. We all love him equally, so we must find solutions together."
"Mas, I want to ask you one thing. If the doctor asks you to choose between me and our son, you have to choose our son."
"What the hell are you talking about, honey! There would be no such choice. You both mean to me."
Words like this are hated by Aydin. He knew that the age of man was determined. However, the man wanted to put in the effort, at least that was all he could do at the moment.
"I want you to promise me that's all, so I can calm down. Promise me you'll choose to save our son." Nayla looked at her husband. I hope the man promises.
"Well, I will choose our son, but you must fight to be fine" said Idin because he could not bear to see the face of his wife who was as clear as that, but in his heart, the man promised he would try to make both of them okay. Regardless of what God's power will be.
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In the garden beside the house. Everyone sat in front of the fire. Listening to all Emran's stories about Nayla made them cry. Even Yasna was now as excited as she did not expect that all of that would happen to her daughter-in-law. All this time Nayla looked fine. Never complained a bit.
Afrin is no less sad. He's been so close to Nayla, especially lately. How fate was so cruel to his sister-in-law.
"Why, Papa, hide all this the same Mother? Is Mother not worthy to know?" ask Yasna lirih.
"It's not so, honey. I'm just looking for the right time to talk about it with you. You know, Nayla doesn't want people to know about what happened to her, so I'm looking for the right time to not hurt anyone."
Emran tries to explain to his wife, even if all is free.
"Whatever it is, the result will definitely be just as painful. It is not a common disease that is easily cured. Let alone Nayla this time ...." Yasna shut her mouth. He cannot say the next thing if it is too painful to hear. Everybody knows about it.
"Pa, isn't there a doctor who can cure him?" ask Afrin, hoping someone can help.
"Yes, Pa. If we need to take it abroad" Yasna said.
"Papa is up to Aydin and Nayla herself. They want to" replied Emran. "But whatever the outcome will be there. Papa hope Mommy sincerely accepts everything."
"Kok Papa said that?"
"Bun, a lot of people are going abroad and not all are what we want. There are also artists who cannot survive despite treatment abroad. Papa doesn't pray for the ugly. It's just that we need to mentally prepare us to hear anything later in there."
Yasna. It is true what her husband said. All possibilities will happen. Is he willing to hear the worst news? The answer is no.
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