The Secound Choice's
Twenty Six
"You know what else, son. I cannot impose my will even on my own child. His happiness is more important than anything. I'm sorry."
"It's okay, Doctor. The doctor didn't need to apologize." a voice sounded from across the street. The tone intonation was ordinary, no one was disappointed as it seemed
"Well, then, good job, Doctor. Sorry to interrupt the time." said the man in glasses
"Good, Doc. Happy working too. Assalamu'alaikum" the answer from across there was closed with greetings
The man in white clothes with glasses that continue to cling to wear both his five senses massaging his head. It seemed like the aged man was having a lot of thoughts.
"Dok ... want to have lunch first or I continue to call the patient?" ask a hijab nurse
"How many more patients?" tannya
"Two, Doc. Both are small."
"Oh ... Just go in!" said friendly. Not long after the door opened, a young mother came in holding a thin toddler with her lips and fingers bluish.
"Please sit down, Mother. Hello, Champ! How come to the doctor's room in the carrier!" greet the doctor friendly. A small smile rose on that tiny face
How many problems are experienced, for the sake of work that has been taken for years and through the process also professional oaths. The problem must be at number two right when the white coat attached to wrap his body that is still stocky despite his age is past half a century.
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Syifa walked pushing a trolley containing some food and fruit towards the cashier. Some people were already waiting at that place.
The girl finally came in line. To eliminate his sense of boredom, Syifa opened his social media.
Bruuk!
Syifa's phone fell, someone grabbed her from behind.
"Astaghfirullah ..." he said he picked up the phone. The screen broke
"I'm sorry. I was not intentionally. I'm in a hurry!" A mother looks very nervous. He's about 60 years old. The contents of his shopping basket were also scattered.
"Mother why?" Syifa helped the old mother put her things in the shopping cart.
"I have to get home soon. My son has been waiting too long" she said
"Oh .. Then please go first." Syifa gave up her line for longer.
"What a pity for him. Shopping is always in such a hurry!" whispered someone behind Syifa
Syifa thought that she was not a capable person. But after the black card he used for the Syifa transaction so curious about the mother, plus whispers from some of the queues who seemed to have known the mother earlier.
"I'll stay a while! Just count!" syifa. The girl followed the old mother a long distance away.
Automatic open glass door. The mother, who was carrying two bags of groceries, appeared to be talking to someone wearing a hat.
"That's probably his son!" whispered Syifa from behind a pretty pole can hide her tiny body.
Syifa closed her mouth, surprised to see what had crossed her mind as she looked at the old mother's face from a very close distance.
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Jemari Syifa continued to type forming word for word on the screen in front of her.
The girl was sending an email to her best friend who had not given her news for nearly a month.
"What happened to you there, Sha? Are you all right?" Syifa spoke for herself
Anastasiya ... The doctor who was in his home country had no news at all. Syifa lost her confiding friend.
"This is the fourth email I've sent, but none of it you're replying to! What's the matter, Sha?"
Syifa ate the apple she had bought at the supermarket. His appetite is gone. Only fruit he wants to eat tonight.
"Hello, Night." said the girl picked up the phone
"What's up, Dam?" tanyanya. The man invited her to dinner
"If the day after tomorrow what? I've eaten. You're late to take me out to eat!" syifa said spoiled
"All right! then I'll just eat the day after tomorrow!" adam said, then turned off their phone.
Syifa's eyes were rounded. The more days Adam's behavior the more strange he thought. His nature had already led to possessiveness and acted as if Syifa was already as rightfully as he was.
"Yes can't eat until the day after tomorrow!" muttered the girl, staring at the phone screen with pictures of her parents
Syifa took a thick brown book. Ibn Sina's Autobiography is his dessert before going to bed.
"Oo yes! tomorrow's Anna's wedding!" The girl forgot something
"What clothes am I wearing?!" The wardrobe is the goal now
"Auto buy this game tomorrow!" Syifa re-cleansed her clothes.
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