The Secound Choice's
Twenty-one

The atmosphere of grief was so felt, although not many were dressed all in black. The figure of a woman in a long veil appears to be reading the Qur'an in front of a body that is stretched out covered in a long cloth, occasionally wiping the tears that fall without cue.

Some of the bidding mothers hugged him and gave sacred words to give a little encouragement and comfort.

"Assalamu'alaikum!" the voice he was very familiar with. It was undeniable that the girl really needed him at this moment.

"Mas ..." The hug followed by a broken cry. The man rubbed his back.

"This is the best for my grandmother. We must be sincere." said the strong-bodied man.

"Have you arrived, son?" say someone who approaches them.

"Assalamu'alaikum, ma'am." Fauzi kissed the back of a woman's hand in a navy veil.

"Wa'alaikum salam. Call mama! not Mother. I am your in-law." continued the woman. Fauzi blushed in embarrassment, his heart cursing itself. What kind of daughter-in-law am I!long married this is the second time he met with a woman who gave birth to a woman who is now his wife.

"It's good to see grandma, son. But the atmosphere is different. Wash your face first there, letek!" said Mother Fauzi, she and her husband had reached several hours faster than her son

"Yes, Ma. It was from the difficult station that the car was just a motorbike already."

"Where's the bathroom, Dek? mas wants to clean up." said Fauzi gently, Yoli wiped her tears and took her husband.

"Eh, the mas bag is still ahead."

"Mas just go in, Yoli's towel inside. Let Yoli's bag take it." Even though in mourning the girl tried to give her husband the best smile

"Thank you, yes." Fauzi replied anyway

A few minutes later, Yoli was in the main room of the house. But her husband still did not come out of the bathroom.

"Mas! yoli's shirt put it on the bed. The bath?"

"Hm!" from the short answer, Yoli understood what her husband was doing there

"Yoli stay ahead yes, Mas." said the girl again

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"That's doang? Hm ...." Syifa became frantic, the girl regretted taking the time to open the email on her laptop

"I am why the hell? how does it feel like hoping that ice man turns warm to me!" say the girl herself

He then ended his activities with a laptop and switched to fill the time gap because today there is no schedule to go to the hospital and to campus.

After finishing cleaning the house, Syifa laid her body in a gray corner chair while checking her social media.

"Well! bosen!" the girl was no longer interested in surfing in cyberspace

"Call mama ah!" he said he then looked for the mobile number

"Assalamu'alaikum, Ma."

"Wa'alaikumsalam, darling. Howareyou? mom kangen ...."

"Syifa too! What's your mom doing?"

"Ow .. Mama is laying this in a cage!"

"What's? mama why?"

"Syifa Vc yes!" without waiting for an answer the girl turned off the call and then changed it to the video call menu.

Just a few seconds the long-distance call was connected. The figure of the strong woman he knew while still in the womb also looked pale.

"Mama's heart is coming back?" said sad. Mama Juna just nodded

"If Vc is like this we can't talk for long, honey. Mama can't hold her hp!"

"Mama herself?"

"Papa's out for a while. Akmal is still on his way."

"Akmal return? my mom didn't say my mom was sick. Akmal went home again ...."

"Loh, his sister came home to memenin mama kok even pouted that anyway!"

"Hm ... Syifa envy can't take care of mom."

"Yes you've come home here. Mama does not want Syifa far from mama."

"But don't think about it, honey. Akmal also happened to come here. Not specifically coming because my mom is sick! emergency dong then! God willing, my mom is still strong, son. May God still give Mama long life to see the ghosts of Mama. If possible, reach the grandson. Aamiin O Allah." said Mama Juna at length make Syifa more sad

"Aamiin, O God. Mama must be healed. We still need my mom. But, Sorry. Syifa still can not go home, Ma." not restrained Syifa tears finally spilled too

"Yes, Ma. Mama's spirit yes, Ma. Mama must be strong! Syifa darling, Mama. Very much apathy! Assalamu'alaikum!"

Syifa again sobbed, even though she was a doctor, but humane if the fear of loss now haunts her.

"Yes Allah .. give healing to Mama's servant yes, Allah" he said softly,

The phone he used again, his face turned very serious

"Hello, Papa. Is just the only road ring installation for mama to survive?" he said after the call was connected

"Greetings to the cake, Fa!"

"Father! answer Syifa's question!"

"Where do you know your mama's sick?"

"Father!!!"

"Yes yes. It looks like that! the case is different from your late grandfather."

"Better, Mama?"

"Yes. It may affect lifestyle. Your grandfather used to be diligent in sports, maintaining a diet also because he knew there was a hereditary disease from his parents. If your mama hm .. know yourself right!"

"If it's a transplant, Pa?"

"Which is most at risk?"

"Both have risks. What is clear is that in Indonesia it is very difficult for this action. Papa wouldn't want to have a donor!"

"Why?"

"Your mother's heart is different! Yes, Papa doesn't want to. I want you to, Mama totally, no interference from anyone else!"

"Father ... joke! Syifa is serious this .. hiks .. hiks"

"Loh ..crying?"

"Prp ...."

"Eh .. The doctor should not. Shame to see people!"

"Nobody saw it! Syifa's home ...."

"Who knows Hafidzh install cctv."

"Nothing!" Syifa dyed looking at every corner of the house

"Yes, Papa is about to go into your Mama's care. Yes, yes, Syifa do not break prayer!"

"Yes, Pa. Sure. Where's Akmal, Pa?"

"Still in the airport he said. Where's Syifa been?"

"Does Papa want Syifa to go home like Mama wanted, Pa?"

"Hm .. everything is up, Syifa."

"Titip Mama yes, Pa. Syifa love you guys. Assalamu'alaikum!"

"Wa'alaikumsalam warahmatullah."

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"Oh, yes .. yes, Ma. Mama

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