Please Let go of me
Chapter 55 - The Struggle

The saint took a deep breath, and took it out slowly. Trying to get up because of his intention and determination that has been round, want to meet the husband in another ward. Struggles are hard enough, but trying never betrays the results. Finally he passed away leaving Mirza alone, although a step that was struggling with a stomach that still felt painful did not fade his spirit. 

Mirza just followed the woman from behind, she was afraid that until anything happened with the Sacred condition that had not fully recovered. Mourning the fate of the brother who was so lucky, had a very loyal wife. He was so sorry to leave the woman in front of him, take off the beautiful pearls for the sake of getting the muddy pebbles. Rice has become porridge, as well as his fate that does not know how in the future. But one thing to expect is, the departure of the older brother will not last for more than six months.

Arriving at the door where her husband was treated, Suci first prepared herself, so as not to show sorrow. Decided to go inside, and stepped slowly. The tears that were still dripping, stared at the body that was lying weakly on top of the gurney. 

"Ma-mas Zufar," she said as she pulled up a chair, touched her husband's hand and kissed him. "Why are you hiding this from me, ma'am?" Tears fell on the man's hand, making him realize.

"Holy," said Zufar who shed tears, unable to see his wife crying. Wiping away the Sacred tears and throwing a distinctive smile of hers. "Don't cry!"

Sacred stared in the netra of Zufar's eyes, so many questions in his mind. "Why are you hiding this? Doesn't Mas trust me and assume I exist?"

Zufar smiled to cover up the pain he had suffered for so many years, restoring the sense of confidence his wife had always hurt. "I don't want you to be sad, stop crying! I'm fine."

"By covering up all this, Mas has made me sad."

"It's just a test, thank you you're still loyal to me. Even though I always incised a wound in your heart," said Zufar.

"I've forgiven you, Mom. Let the past pass, let us pass this together!" 

"Come on, I'm not sure." Zufar turned his attention in any direction, he knew that his age would not be long. There have been many treatments that he did, until chemotherapy also did not produce results, can only surrender and rely on Allah SWT. 

"Don't tell me that, we're going through this together."

"Hopefully I can get through it, even if my life is no more than six months." Zufar already had no hope of living. However, he saw the aura emanated from the wife's two eyeballs, making him unbearable. 

"Mas," whine Holy.

"No, I don't want to go home. Don't throw me out."

"What Zufar said is right, you better go home." Mirza who approached a couple, heard a little chat that made him between happy and sad. 

"I didn't expect that if you were here, would it be purely worrying about me or my wife?" cibir Zufar's.

"Heh, you must know the answer, why ask again." Reply Mirza. 

"Here you go, don't mind him. Better think about your condition, Mas. That's much better." Saints mediate brother quarrels. "And you better get out of here!" her expulsion looked at Mirza with a glance, making the man in the face nod and pass away. 

"I want Mas to recover, do some advice from the doctor." A Holy Spirit who desires the healing of her husband.

"I've tried all sorts of treatments, nothing works. I don't like chemotherapy either, it hurts a lot." Reject Zufar does not want any treatment. He just wants to spend time together, in his last moment to be the happiest day, which is someone who accompanies him. 

"We do not know in the future how, I beg Mas not to give up." 

Zufar smiled, nodding his head. "Alright, but during chemo or medication, I just want you to accompany me. Spending the rest of my life with the woman I love" he said sincerely. 

Suddenly Zufar felt nauseous, spitting out the rest of the food in his stomach. Suci swiftly and patiently helped the husband, helping him with sincerity. 

"Aargh," Zufar cried out in pain, holding his head that felt very dizzy as if hit by a large rock.

Suci panicked again and immediately pressed the emergency button, before long the doctor came and calmed the patient.

Suci was crying again, unable to see her husband who was battling brain cancer. Moreover, it only has a few percent chance, greatly affecting him. "Ma-mas Zufar," she looked into the eyes of her husband who was also staring at her. The man smiled, gesturing for his wife not to grieve and wipe away the tears.