The Secound Choice's
Dua
It was different from the meeting a moment ago. At this moment the atmosphere instantly changed, as if the two of them were good at hiding their heart wounds.
"Mother go first!" the woman who gave birth to the man next door
Syifa at this time.
"Aren't you waiting for me, Bun?" ask Fauzi
"So your father's bar fifteen more minutes until, you just wait outside. Then immediately tell me to turn the car's head around."
"Fa, Mother go first huh. The one that eats a lot, you do look thin!" continued the woman who was greeted with the word mother then passed away leaving them.
Syifa looked at the back of the woman who looked very healthy. The usual pale-looking face was now radiant red radiating the charm of happiness.
"How can I be selfish about sacrificing the feelings of your great woman, Zi!" syifa
"But how about it, Fa. What if I really can't open my heart to my mother's chosen wife! Maybe if they finally get divorced! doesn't that hurt your heart?" fauzi's eyes glazed over.
Even though they sit at the dining table, they have not touched any food or drink on the table.
Syifa stood up and stepped towards the wide window that blew the wind of Surabaya. The girl wiped away her tears that kept falling.
"Anyway the old man should be his son's top priority, Zi. If our soul mate does not exist we should what? I don't want to hurt your parents. Yes ... We love each other! our relationship has been going on for a long time! but that doesn't guarantee we'll be happy if we oppose them.
Zi .. You are the hope of Mother. Mommy can't possibly plunge you into the wrong choice. I once knew your future wife when I was Internship. She's a good girl. Beautiful, teacher anyway! that's a noble assignment, right?" Syifa is back in tears. The illness reappeared considering the purple veiled woman he had met at a health center was delivering his grandmother for treatment. The girl in long hijab without excessive makeup but somehow her face really gives peace. He said he was soft, friendly and his insight was also broad.
A few years ago
"So my grandmother's okay, Doc?" greet the girl in the purple veil
"High granny stomach acid. Please pay attention to the food first yes, mba."
"Yes, Doc. I will try, please give me the medicine so that my grandmother can remember all the words of the doctor!" a smile on the lips of the girl,
"Yes, just take the doctors home. So you can pick up what Grandma will eat! Grandma also wants to eat today's food right!" grandma who was sleeping in the cage was throbbing
"By, Grandma. But not a super spicy aci meatballs also ..." said the purple veiled woman earlier.
"Oh, the granny likes super spicy Aci meatballs? hm ... what level, Grandma?" a slim woman with a stethoscope hanging around her neck spoke to the other two women of that generation.
"For a while the Acinya meatballs do not first yes, Grandma. Later if the stomach acid is stable then it can. Take me, Grandma, if you want to eat it!" syifa
"Mom doctor could have. Bakso Aci in the village does not fit the stomach of the doctor!" answer the grandmother
"Not the meatball taste in the village is more delicious and original, Nek." continued Syifa also
"Yes .. yes, later if grandma is healed. Yoli pick up the doctor here. But the promise of the cure must be exhausted and stay away from the Acinya meatballs first yes, Grandma." Sela the grandson
"This is the medicine I prescribed!" Syifa gave me the paper.
"Cheal fast, Grandma!" Syifa escorted Yoli and her grandmother out of the not-so-wide room.
"I'm sorry, Doctor." said Yoli
"Yes, be patient, Mba."
"Oh yes, please! go ahead!" Syifa who happened to be quiet patient felt the need for a friend to talk and once she met Yoli there was a sense of comfort in talking to the shady woman.
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"Love can come later, Zi. If you sincerely open your heart." said Syifa without seeing her interlocutor
"Then how are you? you've sacrificed yourself not to continue with the specialists because we're already planning to get married next year!"
"I'm fine! there is no sacrifice in vain. Maybe God has prepared another future for me. And that must be the best!" Syifa.
"Do you have my replacement?" seka Fauzi, Syifa shook her head
"At least I never thought! I don't know after seeing you ijab qabul later ...." Syifa smiled and approached the man who had accompanied her love story for the past three years.
"Your arrival makes me less willing to hurt you, Fa." Fauzi rubbed his face
"I'll get sick if I don't come on your happy day!"
"Mother! not me!!"
"Ziii .. please! remember all the things your mother did for you. And forget everything we've been through all this time. We've been dating for 3 years, and you've been with your mother since you were in her womb!" Both of them are crying in silence.
The pair of eyes that had since seen and heard all their talk finally dared to approach.
"Why are you covering all this up? for what, huh?? you will only hurt yourself!!!"
"Why don't you refuse your mother's request and say Syifa is the woman you've loved all along, Zi!! stupid boy!! mommy needs to know this!!" the middle-aged man walked firmly holding the invitation in his right hand.
"Dad, No!!! please dad! No ...." Syifa was chasing the man.
"This is not true!" said the man brushed off the hand of Syifa who managed to hold his hand.
"Dad! look at Mother's smile!! Can you make that smile disappear? You like to see your mother pale, hard to smile like you used to?!" Syifa uncovers a curtain showing Amelia in the car. The woman lowered her car window and was seen talking over the phone.
"The remedy for all diseases is happiness, Dad. It's been a choice even in the mother's childhood with her late best friend!"
"Please, Dad! by mother ...." Syifa cried while holding the invitation in the man's hand.
"It's not just you being disappointed, Dad. Even shame would be on this family if everything was to our liking."
"Thank you, Son. Your sacrifice is huge!" The man hugged Syifa
"May God provide a better substitute than this foolish child!" amelia's husband punched Fauzi in the shoulder before leaving.
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