Bismillah I Chose You

16 | Siuman

بِسْمِ اللّٰهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْم

"There are times when covering up the truth with a lie is necessary. Not without reason but a necessity."

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The man who was lying unconscious on the sickle bed gradually began to blink his two neutrals to adjust the incoming light. Fatimah who is always faithful is next to the son to welcome his newly unconscious son. The woman, who was already in her twilight years, swiftly pressed a button attached to the wall to call the doctor. Before long the door opened and featured a young man with two sisters behind him.

"How's my son doing, Doc?" the question is when the doctor has completed the task to examine the patient.

The doctor smiled, inserting a stethoscope into the pocket of his doctor's suit. "Thank God it's better, ma'am."

Fatimah's smile expanded, her unceasing thanksgiving to the Divine because her son was now conscious. "Thank you, Doc." The doctor smiled and nodded and left the room where Farhan was being treated.

"Drink first" Fatimah said to her only son. Slowly Farhan drank a few stands because his throat felt dry.

"Well," he called it a typical plan of a person who had just woken up from a long sleep. His head felt dizzy and dazed scrutinizing every corner of the room.

Fatimah gave her sweet smile and gently stroked the top of the son's head. "What, Son?" his tan was rewarded with a weak trinket by the son.

"Have enough rest, so you can recover quickly and return to your usual activities," said Fatimah gently accompanied by a smile.

Farhan only nodded weakly without much protest or questioning. His head was still painful and it was very disturbing. Both of his neutrals felt heavy again and asked him to immediately shut down.

"You know you're looking for the whereabouts of Shandra, son," she said, powerless to stem the weeping. He also misses his daughter-in-law a lot, but he can't do much because all of this happened because of the actions of his favorite son.

Fatimah looked at her son who had now fallen asleep into the dreamland. The forehead is wrapped in bandages, the hands are infused, there are some abrasions also on the hands and feet of the son covered with bandages. Luckily the wound on his body was not too severe, and it was enough to make Fatimah breathe a sigh of relief.

What should she say if her son asks for Shandra's whereabouts? Is he able to reveal the truth? It felt like he could not, even to question the figure of the woman who died in the accident that befell the son alone he was unable to find the right vocabulary.

Why has the new child household as long as corn been hit by many tempests that are so difficult to solve? Why and why, that word that now fills his head.

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"Shandra's staying at her papa's house. He said he wanted to let go of the miss." That is the alibi Fatimah gave me.

Farhan is not a simple man to believe. Suspicion always looms over him, but he does not express the peculiarity he is feeling to the mother.

"Udah come on hunt. He said he wanted to go home" cried Fatimah to her son who was still sitting in the ward with his legs dangling.

Farhan gasped and immediately lowered his legs. "Where the hell is it, Mah? Kok Shandra Sama Papah can say that compakan," he said as they walked outside the room.

"Frank again takes care of the company," replied Fatimah without wanting to offend a single bit about her daughter-in-law.

Farhan is just a mangosteen. The paper was indeed workaholic, not knowing the situation and conditions. If indeed the company is in a state of not okay, surely he will slide and leave his family for business purposes. While Fatimah as a wife can only support and pray. It was not that she accepted with airy chest the vices of her husband, but that she understood the position of the husband. She realized very well that there were dozens of people who hung her life on the company that her husband led.

"Home stop by Papah Rahman's house, Mah. Farhan wanted to meet Shandra as well as seeing the state of Papah in-laws," said Farhan who made Fatimah reflexively step on the brake pedal of the car he was driving.

Staring at his son's face with a gaze that was difficult to decipher. "You just got well. Got to rest a lot." After saying that, he immediately drove the four-wheeled vehicle to his residence.

"Ish, just stop by bentar doang, Mah. Anyway what's wrong with meeting the same wife in-laws themselves," keukeuh Farhan. His suspicions grew when he saw the mother's pale face.

"There were no banging. If Mamah says go home. There's no offer!" His focus is a little split, between driving and thinking about his son who will definitely be expressing all kinds of questions.

"Shandra is Farhan's legal wife. The time has moved into my hands. A woman shalihah, especially one who is married will certainly not go without permission from her husband. But now Shandra instead say without news, and Mamah said again to give up longing as her Papa? I can't believe it's that easy, Mah." The words full of decisiveness from the son made Fatimah silent.

"Today I am diem and seem to believe the same thing Mamah said, hoping Mamah would tell the truth. But until now Mamah still survives with the alibi that Mamah made. Mama is not good and not God created as a liar. I know when Mamah is telling the truth and when Mamah is lying." Fatimah stared at her son for a moment.

"It is up to you to believe or not," said Fatimah softly but full of emphasis.

Farhan let out a short breath. "Whatever you do, may it be a good thing. But Farhan just want to know, what reasons make Shandra say. That's aja. Not more!"

The dusk woman dressed in a hymn did not respond to the words of her son alone. He can't tell the truth at the moment. Farhan's condition has indeed improved enough, but doctors have given the message that it should not burden his son with something that requires excessive brain work. There will be a time for him to express honesty, but it is not the time.

▪To be continue▪