" Yes I Can...."

Extra Part

After seeing her husband's body buried. Widi walked blankly and weakly occasionally seemed he sobbed. He slowly headed to Mamih's house. Arrive at the house of a noble guest. Widi forced to smile once in a while her tears flowed down. After serving guests a light story. Guests are starting to shrink. At 12 pm the house really deserted mamih no guests. Widi's yellow face looks red from crying all day and her eyes look swollen. He just remembered he hadn't eaten all day. Haven't seen the twins. It was as if Widi got up from her seat. Walking towards his room looks like the twins have slept by hugging each other's bolsters. Widi walked up to her son looking at the face of her son who looked like her husband, Mas Fitrah. Widi calculated her son's age at 7 months. Widi recalls marrying Fitrah during the second week of December. At the end of the month she was declared pregnant. Widi continues to calculate it turns out that the age of her marriage is only a year and seven months.

Slowly so as not to wake the twins he walked out of the room. Out of the room his gaze was fixed on the wedding photo that was plastered large. The hand of Fitrah was holding tightly to his hand. The crying broke again. Widi tried to calm down. Recalling the twins' pregnancy in the middle of the night she woke up.

Midi wakes up in the middle of the night grabbing her hand phone looking at the clock. At 02:00 pm Widi woke up slowly opening the door worried her husband was awake. Fast and slow he walked into the kitchen to the refrigerator looking for fruit. Grabbing a knife in the peel of mango skin. After two pieces in the skin he ate the fruit. After reading the bismillah he started eating the mango. Very enjoyable to her mind.

" I'dl...." It seems Fitrah is walking closer to him

hugging his waist from behind.

" Why not wake up mas.." while leaning his head on Widi's boat.

" Gold sleep well do not have to wake up.." while putting mango fruit into his mouth.

" Mas mauuu.aaaaak" while opening his mouth.

Widi feeds mangoes. After the mango entered his mouth Fitrah thrust into Widi's mouth. Widi greeted him as he put his hand to Fitrah's neck and Fitrah hugged his wife's waist.

At birth her twin breast milk was not enough. It was Fitrah who woke up in the middle of the night making milk carrying the twins alternately.

Remember for the sake of memento milling in his head. Widi is back. His stomach feels sore because all day there has been no intake of food. It all feels spinning. Widi fell unconscious.

Before his body touched the floor a hand caught him. Lifting her body in bridal style. Put his body on the couch. Gently.

He didn't know any parents were looking at him. Widi's parents. Mamih and papih who pay attention to all their behavior.

After laying Widi down and covering her. Farhan turned. Bummer. There was an old man who looked at him as if asking for an explanation. Farhan surrender. He asked both parents to follow him.

Before following Farhan mamih called his assistant to take care of Widi by applying eucalyptus oil on her nose. And ask Widi to eat. Because they haven't eaten all day.

His assistant nodded.

They followed Farhan.

Full of question marks. Arriving in his room Farhan invited papih mamih and mamak and Widi's father to sit on his bedside. He walked to take a chair. And sit in a chair.

" Really...."