Please Let go of me
Chapter 62 - Memory in Palestine

The atmosphere of the morning with a very piercing cold. Shackled in the cold of the morning. The morning of a very thick fog engulfs the whole soul. Suci had woken up from his sleep, opening his eyes when he saw the morning atmosphere outside the window. Looking at the bed, a man who transformed into her husband was still asleep in his sleep. 

Suci could not bear to wake her husband, choosing to write a diary that became an outpouring of his heart all this time. "I haven't written in a diary in a long time, I'm going to fill in the gaps on every page." He muttered that he thought of the greatest desire that no one knew.

Hearing the sound of stopping the scribble of ink on the blank sheet, immediately closed the diary book and immediately approached her husband who had just woken up. "Come, I'll help!" the smiling bargain.

"Hem."

"Today there's a chemotherapy schedule, Mas."

Zufar stared inside his wife, still looming over how the pain of chemotherapy was. "Cancel it, I don't want to hear the advice of a doctor or anyone."

The saint gasped in shock as the husband raised his voice. "But Mas, this is for your recovery." He tried to restore the spirit of the husband.

Zufar smiled wryly as to his fate that would not live any longer, bowing his head with a straight look. "Don't give me false hope, I've had enough medicine and chemo. It only hurt me, even the doctors had sentenced me who would not last more than six months. I've given up" he explained with a long sigh.

"Why did you say that, Mom? We're gonna live it together, Mas'll be cured."

"I want to spend time with you, enjoy life with good memories and also short." Zufar was unsure of his own life.

"So, you don't want chemotherapy?" 

Zufar quickly shook his head, not wanting to waste his time on treatment again, but carving out brief memories with his beloved wife. "No, don't consider me a sick man. We'd better spend some time, like taking me to your cake shop." 

"Are you sure?" 

"Yes, I haven't seen her yet because of that woman." Zufar.

"Well, I'll prepare clothes for you, ma'am." The saint helps to prepare the clothes of the husband. "Done!" said excited.

Zufar smiled in front of the large mirror, looking at her pale-looking self and also the bald head making her good looks less. "I look really ugly with this porcelain slippery head," he mumbled as he rubbed his head.

"No, I'm still good-looking." Praise the smiling Saint.

Zufar clenched his wife's body and hugged her gently, giving her a sense of comfort as well as warmth. "I want to make you happy before I leave" he murmured inwardly, bracing himself for their separation.

"Of course, forget the sadness and start carving memories together."

"Hem."

Along the way, the two talked to each other about many things. Zufar was very happy, because the first time they looked very close after his problems with Siska were resolved. He held the wife's hand, peeling her forehead very gently. "I'm sorry for my past mistakes."

"I've forgiven you, Mom." Holy Sahut, but the incised marks still imprint in the heart, trying to compromise the circumstances.

Before long, the car stopped at a shop with a modern and minimalist architecture. So many visitors came, loving the bread and cake recipes from Saints that he got from his adoptive mother. They immediately got out of the car, some employees welcomed the presence of the store owner and also the owner of the Partner Group company.

"Mas sit here first, I want to check out the kitchen."

"Hem, okay."

Zufar simply nodded obediently, liking the smell of the place was typical of a cake shop. "It's very fragrant, I'd love to taste it, it must be very delicious." He was the one who held the stomach.

"Hello, didn't you hear? I want to order a cake" said someone who made Zufar cluck upset, because he was not an employee there.

"Seek someone else to serve you!" cetusnya with eyes that still glanced at the cake in the storefront.

"Are you a new employee here? So sloppy!" 

Zufar was very upset because he was disturbed by visitors, he immediately turned his head and looked at the perpetrator sharply. How surprised he was, when he saw the most annoying person when visiting Palestine. They once scrambled young mangoes, still remembering the face of the man wearing the turban. "Mrta? So far sailing, and you're here?" he said a little in shock.

While Simon only smiled wryly, visible from his blue eyes. "Basic monkey!"

"Are the monkeys and camels friendly, Dad?" chirp the little girl who was in Simon's arms.

"Dear no, don't listen to his words. Find an empty seat, I'll order it."

"Okay Dad," said Rasidha, who smiled obediently, immediately ran to the empty table to taste the cake in the store owned by her adoptive mother.

Two men who stare at each other fiercely, seen if they are still reminiscing while in Palestine.