Dad for My Twins
#6
Azam and Amir arrive at the Hospital, they go straight to IGD.
"Mba want nanya, the victim of an accident in front of the minimarket agro tourist area pick apples what was brought here?" amir asked the nurse.
"Oh yes sir, it's in preparation for surgery," replied the guard nurse while pointing at the patient bed at the end of the room.
"Okay Mba thanks," said Amir, Azam immediately ran to the place in question.
"Now" said Azam.
"Why?" amir asked, looking at the patient.
"It wasn't Silvira, it was" Azam said.
The patient was indeed a woman in blue, but she was not Silvira.
Azam sat crouching on the floor, leaning against the IGD wall, his hands closed his face and ruffled his hair. She is grateful Silvi was not the victim of the accident, on the other hand she is very worried because Silvira has not been found.
"Silvira, where are you." cf. Azam.
"Mas Azam,"
The voice of the familiar woman, whom he had hoped to meet, Azam turned to the source of the voice. Silvira was standing not far from him.
"Silvira.." said Azam. Yang could only stand staring at him, wanting him to run and hug him, yet what power Silvira had yet to become his mahram. Amir who saw him held back laughter, his mind was very sorry for my sister, wanted to hug but could not yet.
"Where have you been?" ask Azam.
"Iya Mas sorry, hp I'm out of battery, this is going to borrow the hospital phone, want to know you guys," said Silvi.
"So when I finished calling Budhe, there was an accident there, and then his family was a little far away from his house, so I called an ambulance as I drove him here, this is his family has come, this is his, we go back to Yuk Mas" said Silvira explained the incident earlier.
After bidding farewell to the patient and his family, Azam, Amir, and Silvi return to Azam's parents' home.
"Mrs...!!!" yelling Farhan and Fahri after seeing his mother come. They hugged Silvi. Silvi also told me about the incident. Until it does not feel adzan maghrib reverberate.
"Oh so, thank God you are not papa, already Adhan, let's pray first, grandchildren kakung come to the mosque yes," said the father took the twins to the mosque. Silvi is very happy that her father Azam refers to her children as her grandchildren, because her father Silvi is no longer there, while her paternal grandfather is abroad.
Silvira prayed together at home with his mother and mba Sofia his wife mas Amir.
After Maghrib prayers, they had dinner together.
"Mas, later we stop by the house budhe yes, the pump is still here" said Silvira.
"Where's Nduk budhemu's house?" ask Mother.
"That's Bu, the betutu chicken restaurant on Gajah Mada street, the budhe who has the restaurant, he lives there too, on the second floor," Silvi replied.
"Lho's Mom's friend, mbak Harti, yes to Nduk you niece mba Harti?" ask Mother.
Budhe Harti is a friend of Azam's mother, her husband is dead, and has a daughter named Dita who is married and follows her husband.
"Yes Bu, budhe Harti his name, my father his sister budhe Harti," replied Silvi.
"Maa shaa Allah, then Mother and Father come along, yes, if budhe agrees, we will marry on Friday only," said Azam.
Silvira only fell silent, but nodded in the end. He felt too soon, but for what long postponed too, if they were to get married soon, the children would be happy, he thought.
"Kok rush to Le, it takes a lot of preparation to get married" said the father.
"Just get married sir, the reception can follow sometime" said Azam.
"Yes wes, we go there, bring an apple, same chips fruit Sofia, lha wong suddenly gini no preparation at all," said Mother, said, it just so happened that at her house Sofia was producing fruit chips that were sold in apple orchards.
"No papa ma'am, budhe must understand, if that's what I told budhe first if we want to go there tonight," said Silvi.
" You'll be here, won't you?" ask father.
"Sir, tomorrow we have to work, children also school, from Budhe later we go straight home, sir," replied Azam.
"If so be ushered Mr. Min alone Zam, you must be tired, tomorrow let Mr. Min come back here by bus," said Amir.
"Yes," Azam agreed, because he felt tired all day.
After finishing with simple preparations, their Isya bondage slid into Harti's budhe house.
They left in two cars, Azam's car and Amir's car, while Sofia and Dhana did not come, because Dhana was already sleepy.
Azam's car disopiri Pak Min like the deal earlier. So Azam sat in front accompanying Mr. Min, his family driver who had been a dozen years with the Azam family.
"It's a lot of apples to a crate, all of you picking?" silvira asked as she pointed at the fruit crate in the back seat.
"Yes Ma" replied the twins.
"A lot, you are troublesome Om for sure," said Silvi who felt bad for Azam.
"No papa, just relax" said Azam who heard them.
"But this much apple, where it runs out, it will be a pity if it gets rotten," said Silvi.
"Yes, some will be left in the car alone, tomorrow I share it with office friends" concluded Azam.
"Yes Mas" said Silvi at last.
They arrived at the betutu chicken restaurant owned by budhe harti, the restaurant was quite crowded, but budhe Harti prepared a VVIP dining area for them.
Budhe Harti welcomed them with pleasure, moreover he was a friend of his mother Azam.
"I don't think we meet again like this Dik Wid, we eat first yes," said budhe Harti.
"Yes Mba, Thank God, but don't bother, we just had dinner everything" replied Azam Mother.
"Then just drink it, yes" said budhe Harti, before long the waiter brought a few glasses of milk coffee, the air in the apple city was cold, so it was perfect to drink milk coffee.
"So we came here mbak Harti, to ask Nak Silvira for us to marry our second child Azam," said the father stated his intention.
"That's Azam, whose schoolmate was seized huh?" ask budhe Harti.
"Ufus? Pramudita means? Yes Dita my friend at High School," said Azam.
"Lho for a second, Dik Wid, isn't your son all married?" ask budhe Harti.
"Yes Ma'am, Azam was married five years ago, but has been divorced six months," replied Azam's mother.
"Have you divorced?" budhe Harti was surprised by Azam's reply.
