
“Papa why?”
Farah saw the Papa sitting limp on the floor while
holding his chest. He immediately helped Papa to rise. Coincidentally
the condition of the house is quiet because Arka has gone to work and Auntie who
helping Farah clean up the house on leave.
“Ja-do not much motion.” Papa Arfan's words stammer.
Farah's condition cannot be said to be okay. He's been twice
experiencing the weakest condition until it must be treated in the hospital.
“Do not think in Farah Pa, the important condition of Papa at this time.”
Farah had already seen pale from being too worried
the condition of the Papa, if he can choose he does not want to see the worst condition
His father at this time.
“Pa-pa good.” The clear words are a big lie in
within it. Farah tried to contact her husband but there was no equal answer
once.
He tried to contact Om Irfan, in his heart he always
pray for answers.
“Assalamu’alaikum Om.”
“Wa’alaikumsalam, why nak?”
“Pa-papa ngedrop Om-“
“Om go directly to it.”
Tit tit tit tit.
Call connection disconnected next to the side.
“What hurts Pa?” asked Farah while rubbing the chest
Her papa.
Papa Arfan did not reply, he just gave a smile that
it made Farah sick.
On the other side Irfan heard from his nephew
so they cannot control themselves. He doesn't know that what's in
the doctor's prediction will happen at this time. Although I have done a lot
treatment and taking a variety of drugs that do not guarantee healing and
repair of damaged liver.
Irfan barged into the room of his twin sister
there was already a figure that made himself chaotic. Arfan looks the middle
lying down with his son.
“Come to the hospital,” said Irfan while helping Arfan to
waking up.
“Farah wear hijab first there, Om wait in the car.” Instructional
Irfan was carried out by Farah.
Farah immediately put on the robe in a hurry, not forgetting the sweatshirt
the feet that cover his feet.
“Papa why Om?” Farah saw that Papa was no more
be aware. Sweat began to wash over Farah's forehead. His mouth is not
stop reciting remembrance to Allah.
“Please Yes, Farah also should not be too panicked because
not good for content.” Irfan soon
drive the car at an average speed.
…
“Adek.” Arka came with Andi with breath
gasps. Got word Papa-in-law and his wife at the hospital making
himself fucked. He was wrong not to bring a phone when heading to the mosque
near shop.
“Pa-papa Mas,” Ogled Farah sedu. Arka doesn't know she has to
how, the itsri did not cry but saw the condition of the wife
it was currently making thousands of nails stick into his heart.
“Insya Allah Papa is fine,” said Arka calms the
wives. Waiting for an examination is a bad situation because of the absence of
certitude.
The worried look on Irfan's face, Andi, was clearly imprinted,
Arka and certainly Farah. They are still silent at each other diving
the mind that starts is not necessarily direction.
“Udah eat deck?” ask Arka while stroking the head
wives.
“Dek,” call Arka for not getting an answer
from the wife.
“Iya Mas,” replied Farah lethargic. Even his voice is not
heard again.
“Don't mind much deck, Mas beg.” Demand Arka
not just an ordinary thing. He doesn't want his mind to make
the fetus in the womb of the wife is disturbed.
“Adek good mas, don't worry,” ogled Farah while
forcing yourself to smile.