The Secound Choice's
Eleven
"Why can it be like this, son. O Allah. Syifa! wake, Honey. Lookie! Your father is here!" mama Juna hugged the body. Two days later, Syifa continued to fall asleep.
"What did the doctor say?" papa Adzka asked Hafidzh. The young man explained it. Papa Adzka listened carefully.
"Huuuft, Qadaarullah!" Papa Adzka patted Hafidzh on the shoulder and stepped closer to the only girl.
"Assalamu'alaikum, papa's beautiful girl!"
"Wake, Son. He had two days of sleep. Not ashamed of your friends here!" Papa.Adzka looked around, some women with long headscarves seemed to be there.
"Say you've joined the Turkish Muslim community! it's true, son. You are really close to them. Lookie! they came to see you. Aren't you ashamed of sleeping on, honey?" Papa spoke very softly. Everyone who is there can hold haru.
Papa Adzka suddenly remembered something. Like a burning incandescent ball, the man smiled and approached his son. Closer still.
"Are you ready to marry me? Papa has found a soul mate for you just like you asked!" papa Adzka whispers in Syifa's right ear.
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"I'm sorry, Akhi." Anna was married to Hafidzh after first saying goodbye to Syifa's parents, Akmal and Anastasya.
"Thank you for coming. Please pray that Syifa will be healed quickly." Hafidzh cupped his hands together
Mama Juna saw that, she actually saw the figure she missed the most.
"How was your education, son?" he said after the jilbabers came home.
"Eh, Aunt. Alhamdulillah has finished just waiting for confirmation." replied Hafidzh politely.
"Oh, Thank God. Same with Natasha?" Mama Juna spoke again, seeing Hafidzh's furrowed brows the woman spoke again.
"That's ... Anastasiya!"
"Oh, Yes Tan! same. We were one class when we took the title of doctor first. Now it's the same hanua just different specialists." Mama Juna nodded.
"If only Syifa had gone straight to take a specialist, it might have caught up with you!"
"Everything has a way, Tan."
"What kind of specialist are you?"
"Mm .. Kangker, Tan. Hafidzh no longer wants anyone to be late to know the disease. Although the healing of God alone is decisive, but at least the earliest possible effort lowers the risk of death."
"Auntie is proud of you! Mila must be happy to have a child like you, son. Complete package! The world is perfect, the Hereafter God ...."
"Auntie could have. Hafidzh only did what Hafidzh could for Umma."
"Mila and bang Dzaki must be so happy to have a kid like you, son. Oh, yeah ... How's your brother?"
"Alhamdulillah, Abi is well. Abi is now in Makkah. If there's no obstruction maybe the day after Abi will stop by here."
"You still don't have a mom, Fidzh?" the man shook his head, hearing Mama Juna's question.
"Said Abi, if Abi wanted to do it should have been since Hafidzh was a child, Tan. Abi's Mahabbah was never lost to Umma. Abi wanted Umma who became his angel in heaven later." mama Juna's eyes glazed remembering the righteous woman he had known before.
"Aamiin yes, Allah ...." Mama Juna agrees with the words of her best friend's son.
"Can you take your aunt to Syifa's boarding house, son? Your aunt is actually not well." Papa Adzka came to them.
"Ih, what the hell is this mas. Who is sick!"
"Dear, don't be reckless! Your heart is thinking! you have to rest a lot. It's me and Akmal here, Hafidzh is also slalu stanby, yakan Fidzh!" Papa Adzka smiled, Hafidzh scratched his non-itchy head
"But if there's anything, let me know!"
"Come, Son. Let's go home first. I'll come bring dinner!" said mama Juna
"No need! Don't go anywhere. Tonight sleep in the boarding house of Syifa with Natasha. Let Papa take care of Syifa here. Don't argue!" Papa Adzka immediately said powerful words that made his wife not say anything more.
"Let Akmal alone inter alia, Pa. Bang out! Akmal borrowed my brother's car." Akmal stared at Papa Adzka and Hafidzh alternately.
"You don't know where your brother is!"
"There's Natasha, Mama."
"Well, where's the key, son? it seems like uncle also needs to speak seriously to you." Papa Adzka asked for Adzka's car keys.
"What are you talking about, Mom?" whispered Mama Juna to her husband
"It's a man's business!" papa Adzka whispers but full of emphasis.
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Entering the third day, Syifa still did not give any response.
"Psychosomatic! maybe the patient once felt something that made him lose hope."
"Have you ever heard of this term, sir? I know you're a doctor, right?" the doctor who treated Syifa spoke to Papa Adzka.
"Yes .. I've heard of it. And it's true, I used to think it was just pretend, but now I see for myself! there's no way my son can survive pretending to sleep for three days." The doctor nodded at Papa Adzka.
"My advice, try talking to him! like people in a coma, they can hear what we say. Hope your child responds well!"
"I'm sorry!" The doctor came out of the room.
"So what should we do, Mas?"
"Did I just ask Fauzi to come here?" Mama Juna took her phone
"For what?!!"
"Are you willing to make your son a second wife and cause the rift of people's households?" Papa Adzka took his wife's cell phone. Mama Juna shook her head.
"Like no other man!" answerable
"That's all you know!"
"Take Syifa say anything. Your mom is the best when she talks! I'm going to the police station!"
"Yes already is. Who did you go with?"
"Hafidzh, he's been waiting downstairs."
"Oh, yeah. He hasn't been here yet."
"He was busy taking care of his graduation. Later when it's done here."
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