When Love Should Determine
Chapter 83

Hamzah went out after finishing feeding Larissa. He was a heavy smoker. Not smoking last night because he did not want to move from his wife's side to make his head a little dizzy. He would not leave his wife just like that. He left after making sure his wife didn't need anything more. And here it is now, in a coffee shop not far from the hospital area. A plate of rice he ordered to fill the stomach

A simple menu, just a plate of white rice with vegetable soup and egg balado only that Hamzah ordered. But that doesn't reduce his appetite. Especially since yesterday afternoon he has not eaten anything because he is so worried about his wife.

It didn't take long for Hamzah to finish the meal before him. He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pants pocket and took a stick. Then the cigarette and inhale it deeply.

Cigarette smoke filled the room shortly after Hamzah exhaled it. Bite the forehead to slightly reduce dizziness in the head. Sometimes he breathes a cup of coffee that he ordered earlier.

Hamzah's mind went off somewhere. Eyes staring blankly at the streets. Until accidentally his sight caught a sight at a crossroads.

A man was carrying his infant daughter in a sling. Next to his shoulder was a large bag containing the needs of his son while holding a middle-aged woman who Hamzah believed was his mother.

The man seemed to have a little trouble calming the baby in his cradle that kept crying from earlier. Although he had given her milk but the baby's cry did not subside. The baby was sick and kept crying.

The man decided to take a break at a public transport stop on the side of the road. Moreover, the mother also looks tired. "Mom, we'll rest at that stop first, yeah. It seems like my mother is getting tired" he said.

The mother nodded, "Yes, son. Mom's leg hurts a little."

"Mom, stick out mom's leg. Let me massage him to ease the pain" the man said after putting the bag he was carrying.

The mother nodded slowly. A gentle smile she smiled. "No need, son. You take care of your son. The pity from earlier was crying continuously," he said.

"But, ma'am, mom's leg hurts."

"It's okay, son. After a little rest the pain in the mother's legs must have gone."

"Alright then, "Split the body on the chair. "But real mom's feet are okay, right?" reassure the condition of the mother because she saw it grimace a little to endure the pain.

"It's okay, son! Mom's fine," again making sure that she's okay. "Here you take care of your son!."

The man breathed heavily. "Yes already! But if you're feeling sick, you're saying, okay?."

The mother nodded, a shady smile never escaped her lips.

The man again calmed his son by patting him gently. "Don't cry anymore, baby. Poor your grandmother."

The man continued to pat while shaking the baby's body gently until finally little by little the crying subsided. "Pinter son dad. Now drink milk first, yes!," directed the bottle of milk to the mouth of the baby who was immediately greeted by the baby greedily, maybe hungry because it continued to cry from now on. Slowly the baby began to fall asleep and sleep.

"You're finally sleeping too, son!" said it.

The man lowered his head to hear the mother's words. A tear fell on the cheek remembering the memdianh the beloved wife. "It's all my fault, ma'am. If at that time I had immediately examined my wife when she complained that there was a lump in her chest, she would still be in our midst."

For a moment they were both silent and dissolved in sadness. Until finally the mother began to speak up to break the silence. "Alright, boy! What passes let it pass. Regret is useless. The important thing is now that you look after and care for your wife's only legacy, your two children."

"Yes, by. I promise to pour all my love into my daughter."

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Hamzah jerked from his daydream to accidentally nudge his coffee glass and spill. He looked towards one of the shop visitors who patted his shoulder earlier "Sorry, I was not accidentally!," he said. He took a piece of tissue to clean up a coffee spill that hit the person's shirt.

The man stopped the movement of Hamzah who wanted to clean his clothes by catching his hand. "Here you go, mom, it's okay! Let me clean it myself."

Even though the person said it was okay, Hamzah still felt bad. He apologized to that person again. "Once again I'm sorry, mas. I was not intentional."

"It's okay" he said kindly. "But I noticed from earlier that I kept daydreaming. If you can figure out what's the problem?."

The question posed by the person made Hamzah again remembered the incident that he had accidentally seen earlier. Presumably the chatter between the man and his mother had awakened him from his mistake that had rejected Larissa's desire to undergo surgery. Fortunately, it was not too late. If he did, he would be like the man he saw earlier.

"Mas.mas" the man slapped Hamzah on the shoulder as he looked back at him daydreaming. "Mas is okay, right?."

Hamzah gasped, snapped from his daydream. "Ti.it's okay, mas. I'm fine," he said. "I'll excuse you first, ma'am. Poor wife alone in the room."

Hamzah rushed back to his wife's ward after paying for his order. Along the way, he gave thanks. "Thank you, O God, You have awakened me from my guilt before it is too late."

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Meanwhile, after the departure of her husband, Larissa decided to sunbathe while enjoying the morning air on the hospital balcony. The morning sun is very good for health, especially for him who just finished undergoing surgery.

Larissa got out of bed. He slightly grimaced in pain due to his sudden movements. Understandably, he was a slightly careless and ignorant person with his own health.

Slowly he walked towards the balcony while one hand pushed the infusion hose. "Huft." He breathes the morning air as much as possible to fill the lung cavity. Then he slowly exhaled the air. Do this movement repeatedly while moving one hand that is not wrapped in bandage cloth.

Larissa turned her back to the direction of the sunlight. He wanted to warm his back that was a little sore from his discomfort during sleep last night.

People say that the sweat that comes out in the morning is a healthy sweat. And that's what Larissa feels. Because his body had been bathed in sweat after a while of sunbathing.

Slowly Larissa's gaze was fixed on the vehicle below. It just so happened that her ward was on the third floor. "It was beautiful this morning. If every day were as beautiful as this morning."