Two Men
Don't interfere.

Kania ran out in panic. Not to forget before taking the car key in the room, carrying a small bag containing a wallet and a mobile phone. The bad news came again, but now it came from the husband.

The words he read through the short message contained enough anger. "Your husband is in the hospital now" read Kania.

The sentence was actually simple and short, but it was full of meaning because it came from someone who was quite respected.

With her car, the headscarfed woman drove straight to a famous private hospital as well as the largest in the city. The hospital is indeed quite modern with very complete facilities.

While driving, Kania continues to beristighfar. Moreover, the streets in the afternoon are more crowded than usual. Many motorists who take to the streets for and cause a lot of congestion.

Kania is stuck in a junction, he occasionally hides a horn. I hope the car in front of him will be on its way. "Astagfirullah, why the traffic jam!" Start getting annoyed mixed up with restlessness.

After being remembered more deeply, he did not find any irregularities in Rangga's attitude this morning. Even the man could still have breakfast, but it was indeed not too much activity. Just sleeping in the sopa on the grounds of wanting a lot of rest. It was unexpected that her husband was in a fever. "I'm totally desensitized to that."

Regrets may exist, but even his departure on Rangga's riddho. Previously Kania had never thought of running to the hospital to see Radit, even though his soul was worrying. However, Rangga with his sweet smile encouraged Kania to visit her childhood friend.

Traffic was back to normal, the car was running again. Kania directly gas to the destination that will soon be in front of the eyes. Not long after the black vehicle arrived at the hospital parking lot, rushed to find a place and stopped the engine.

Kania immediately came out with a small sling bag. He was running around as if he was being chased by time and he had no more chances. Enter the six-story building and continue to walk in search of the elevator.

Like most patients, Kania was forced to queue in front of the elevator. Waiting for the person who came down, then he could go up to the sixth floor. Where her husband is cared for, VIP rooms are classy.

The elevator came, Kania went up with some people. They look sad. It seems to have someone to look up to as well.

"Propsy. Your wife must be healthy." One of the middle-aged women clutched a young man whom Kania estimated to be around thirty years old. "He fought to give birth to your child. You have to be stronger."

The man was weaker than his appearance. A burly body with office man-style clothes can not hide the pain in the chest. "I'm afraid of losing my wife, Mom."

Apparently they're a pair of Mothers and Sons. Kania listened from behind. Silence with a gaze difficult to interpret, sending distant thoughts flying into space. I don't know what his brain is at the moment. Which is obviously quite complicated to explain.

The elevator kept going. Kania witnesses the man being weak just because of the Wife. Quite reasonable too, because the true weakness of the man is in women as well. But this also leads to good things.

The mother and son went down on the fifth floor, and left Kania alone with one of the women. It seemed that the woman was also going to go to the top floor. Sure enough, when the elevator stopped on the top floor, he came out first, then followed by Kania.

They exchanged looks in front of the elevator. Kania could see the two eye bags hanging perfectly. Apparently she finished crying.

They separated when the woman entered one of the rooms there. On the sixth floor there are only four rooms, and all of them with quite luxurious facilities. Kania walked to the very end of the room, her legs suddenly limp. It's hard to shake.

Slowly Kania continued to arrive at the door. Wanting to enter by sliding the door, unexpectedly the sentence was quite astonishing out of the mouth of the man he certainly recognized.

"He left because I told him to, Dad. Don't get him in this. If you want a grandchild, I'll find a baby at the orphanage. Don't press Kania!" Rangga's voice boomed like lightning. The man was always a little tall when arguing with his father.

"You crazy?" Now the voice of Pak Gani is no less high. "Dad, want a grandchild instead of a lift! If you know that you and he have no agreement to have children, why do you agree to channel funds to his father Kania. Just wasting time!"

Rangga was almost at a loss for words. "Dad, enough!" Rangga let out a rough breath. "Kania is getting married, that's very good. He left his loved ones behind to save his family's company. I who several times encouraged him to run away from this problem even hated him. So, stop mentally pressing Kania like Dad is mentally suppressing me!"

Mr. Gani flinch with mounting anger. If it wasn't for the security guard, he wouldn't even know his son was sick. "See now! She doesn't even care if her husband is sick. He prefers to go to men who are obviously of no use. Are you sure you still want to defend him?"

"Dad, she's my wife!" Rangga out of stock patiently. His chest rose and fell as it held back the surge of emotions from earlier. "He's my responsibility. She's the one I chose to be my wife, so please don't interfere in my household matters. Enough Dad to interfere in all my personal affairs first, but now he doesn't. There's a Kania I have to take care of. There's Kania that I have to protect no matter what the state of her heart is right now."

Anger Pak Gani increasingly so-so, the middle-aged man even brought up about the two corneas used by Rangga now. A discussion that should no longer be raised because it has agreed on both sides.

"Now we're in the hospital. Come on, do the surgery for the removal of these two eyeballs, Dad!" Rangga is on the verge of patience. No matter how blind he was, he just wanted to get out of this shackle. "The doctor who pairs these two eyeballs is still there, we should ask Him to do it too."

Kania jerks. Hurry in, so the two people who were struggling turned to the door. "Assalamualaik." Slowly working both feet approaching Rangga and his father.

"Wa'alaikum salutations." Only Rangga answered. The man stared at the wife. A little surprised also by the existence of Kania here. It should have been in the hospital too, but not with him. Maybe the father told me. Though not necessary, he can handle this.

Kania stood in front of Pak Gani, to be exact. He ventured to look at his father-in-law and said, "Don't perform eye-lifting surgery on Mas Rangga, Father." His voice is full of confidence. Glancing at Rangga's glance, seeing the man's shock with the two eyeballs he had on him. "I will give birth to my father's grandson from my own womb."

Rangga. There was no previous discussion about this. Indeed he avoided, because it was impossible to force Kania too deep. The woman is in the marriage environment alone because of force, not love. "Kania, you don't have to do that. It's your body, you deserve it."

Kania quiet.

Mr. Gani is now focusing his eyes on the son-in-law. Quite brave is also the woman who married this child. Just like someone who used to come also with his deceased son. "really?" Without any expression.

Kania has strengthened the heart. No matter what life after this, it is clear that he will repay Rangga's kindness a few hours ago. The female head nodded confidently. "Yes. Rangga and I must have given you the grandchild that you wanted. Don't worry."

"I hold your word. Don't disappoint, because you made a conscious decision." Mr. Gani smiled quite a bit. Move past Kania and out the ward. Only Rangga and Kania remained silent.

The two stared at each other, there was not the slightest sound. Rangga himself still did not believe what he heard. Because, what Kania decides is always a benchmark for the woman. This is the same as Kania's decision to get married first, can not be contested.

Kania stepped three times forward. The distance is now only half a meter with Rangga. The woman's gaze was straight, then unexpectedly bowed and said, "Thank you for letting me see Radit. I'm sorry, because I didn't know she was sick."

Rangga. What reaction is this? Not okay.

Kania was still bowing, and this time there was a faintly loud crying sound suffocating the chest. "Thank you for giving me the opportunity to express my heart to Radit. We agreed to forget each other."

Rangga again jerked. Slowly descending down, moving closer to Kania. Grabbing the woman's body and helping her to stand up straight.

Tears are real, running across both cheeks of the Wife smoothly jaya. Hints at the true heart of Kania. They hesitate, but they need to be done too. In the end he pulled Kania's body into the deck along with the increasingly breaking of Kania's cries.

"Sorry, Mom." The sobs were not too loud. However, full of trouble. Anyone who hears will be hurt. "Sorry."

Rangga hugged tightly. Provides a calm that may not be as good as Radit, but in taste quite enough. "Don't cry, Kania. Your tears are more precious than both of my eyes. So, even if the operation was done, and I'm blind back. I hope you keep smiling as usual."