The Secound Choice's
Thirteen

"Jc ...." Tears poured down from the corner of the lying woman's eyes.

Hafidzh wiped the girl's tears with a tissue, pausing her recitation of the Qur'an for a moment.

"Assalamu'alaikum!" two people entered the room.

"Wa'alaikumsalam!" replied Hafidzh smiling.

"What's wrong?" Papa Adzka saw Hafidzh as if he had just risen from his seat

"Syifa was crying and kept calling Fauzi!"

"Astaghfirullah ..." papa Adzka approached while looking at the monitor on the right side.

"Syifa wake up, honey! Don't be like this! you can hear papa's voice, right, son? You can't fight destiny! These are all your requests too, from the beginning Zi also disagreed right! Rice has become porridge, Fa. Now just how you make porridge can also be enjoyed and not wasted!" papa Adzka said, the man spoke softly almost in a whisper.

Again tears flowed from the corner of Syifa's closed eyes.

"Uncle!" Hafidzh looked at the patient monitor that was near Papa Adzka. Papa Adzka pressed the emergency button, Hafidzh was impatient.

Syifa's heart rate is weakening. Everyone panicked, Akmal rubbed his brother's left hand while continuing to call out the girl's name.

In the panic Hafidzh continued to speak of Allah's asthma, no one was able to go against His destiny. The man continued to pray in his heart for the safety of a girl named Syifa.

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"Who is that girl, Zi? it seems like my mother loves him very much."

"I'm envious! lucky for that girl!" the man who was spoken to by the woman in white just smiled.

"You go! Lookie! the mother and the woman called you!" The man is now shaking.

"Did you hear that voice, Zi? her voice was so sweet, I felt like I was in a holy city! You go, I'll find out where that sound came from!" The man shook his head again, his hands continued to hold the girl's hand.

"Look! they're calling you back, Zi. Go then! mommy will be angry. I also have to leave immediately, the sound is getting weaker I really want to find out where the sound came from!"

"I'm not afraid anymore, Zi. That voice made me dare to walk alone! believe me, I'm fine now!" the woman finally let go of their hands, though,

"I'm going!" the woman left the man who kept looking at her with a longing look.

The girl in white with the shoulder-length straight hair left by waving her hand.

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"Paat ...."

"Mr ...." The Hafidzh that is still on its alphabet stops reading the Qur'an.

"Is he really conscious?!" Hafidzh put down his mushaf and approached. Papa Adzka fell asleep right next to Syifa, his head he lay on the mattress while his body sat on a chair.

"Ma ...." Syifa called again, her eyes were open but her eyes were still looking up.

"Yes, Son. Papa's here, honey! you're conscious, son. Praise be to Allah ...." Papa Adzka kissed his daughter, Syifa actually opened her eyes this time.

"Fa's hands hurt, Pa." Syifa moved her hands and feet together.

"Syifa's hand is broken?" Syifa asked the man next to her.

"It's just waiting for the cure. Don't be forced to move." replied Hafidzh nodding with a fluffy smile, confirming Syifa's question. Hafidzh briefly looked at the girl, then then lowered his gaze.

Everyone was so grateful for the good news they received this morning. The two women walked side by side with sumringah faces, their steps were big enough for the size of all women it must be because they could not wait to get to the room where Syifa was lying.

"Assalamu'alaikum!" Mama Juna went into the room and immediately hugged Syifa.

"Alhamdulillajh, Son. You're finally up, too." Mama Juna was crying happily, Syifa returned the hug.

"Girls sleep a long time!" mama Juna said again with angry intonation that was actually made up.

"Mama ..." whined Syifa, the girl re-hugged the woman who gave birth to her.

"Welcome back princess sleep!" Natasha's turn, the two friends embrace.

"Hm ... How long do I sleep?"

"Four days, Princess!" Natasha pulls Syifa's nose

Not only from the family who feel happy but from the doctor also feel happiness.

Everyone gathered in the room, the doctors of the patient's family, friends and now Adam is also there. The white man came with a bouquet of flowers and fresh fruits.

Syifa looked at the astonished men. The girl looked at each other with her best friend, Natasha whispered something that made Syifa round her mouth.

"Hi, I'm Adam. I caused all this. I'm really sorry and sorry." The man gave her a bouquet of flowers and extended his hand. Syifa welcomed the hand with her left hand.

"I'm sorry, the other hand is resting" Syifa smiled, making Adam feel even more guilty.

A few minutes passed, all joking with each other, the tension between Akmal and Adam gradually melted. The man can control himself.

"I'll excuse you, Tan. Uncle. I have business to do. Oh, ja. Abi send greetings, sorry if not so stop by here. There was a sudden call from Indonesia, so Abi had to go home soon."

"Oh, it's okay. This must also be thanks to the prayer of bang Dzaki. Thank you for helping us so much, son. I'm sorry if we're troubling you." said Juna, Hafidzh smiled and shook the parents' hands.

"Cheal fast, Fa! Anastash!" Hafidzh said goodbye to the two women of different nationalities. With Adam, Hafidzh patted him on the shoulder.

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My mood is scattered gaeees, still difficult to cuddle it, this way first ya🤫