Hold on or let go!

The 198 eps

Bu Sri picked up Febri's dirty clothes which were hidden in a bucket of dirty clothes. Even if the youngest child is no longer ABG, but for him Febri is still the youngest who will become a spoiled child.

Slowly, the retired teacher reached into the pocket of her son's pants. Fear there are valuables or money that is dear if later damaged when milled into the washing machine.

When his right hand reached into one of his son's pockets, he felt a small box of velvet.

Without further ado, he immediately took it. In the opening of a small town whose size is not up to ten centimeters.

Kinkmk....

The small town is open. A gold ring with a minimalist model and very simple without glittering eyes hit by the light of the bathroom lights.

"Febri want a ring for whom?", muttered Bu Sri.

After that, he kept it on the edge of the bathtub. And he soaked Febri's dirty clothes first.

He got up and brought the ring box. Ms. Sri went straight to Febri's room, there was no youngest there. Vaguely Bu Sri heard the chatter from the side of the house. Beside the house that is specifically for storing their rice crops. Don't ask how many?! Anyway, the rice fields of Pak Bambang are wide and are not only in his village. Definition of the real rich man in the village!! Nice house, lots of rice fields! Humm up! Wong sugih cenah!

Bu Sri approached her husband and son who seemed to be seriously discussing something.

"Le, whose ring is this?", asked Ms. Sri to Febri.

Febri who was chatting with his father also turned his head.

She timidly approached her mother. His right hand finger was busy scratching his hair which was actually not itchy.

"What Mom?", asked Bambang who also approached his wife.

"This ring, Nemu in Febri's pants pocket."

Bambang turned to his son. Without saying anything, he asked for an explanation.

"Ehem, so gini sir, ma'am. Today, Bia told me about her birthday. And incidentally, there is a route to the head office. Febri's permission is two days from the base there but later that night Febri is also in the office. No need to eat blind paychecks."

"Certainly? What does the ring have to do with it?", asked Bambang.

"His intention is, want to give the gift of the ring to Bia sir. But it has not been accepted or rejected, hunted there lek Sarman. Failed me!"

The couple looked at each other. Then he looked at the astonishment of his son who was already of good rank.

"It's good that the attitude of Sarman!" said Mr. Bambang. Febri knitted both of his eyebrows.

"Rubber! If you want to lamar Bia, at least there's lek. Not just the origin of love. In a drama novel? Kneel in front of Bia, give me the ring, continue to be accepted, embrace each other??? Hahahaha impossible!", said Bu Sri.

"Astaghfirullah mother....!"

"You really intend to lamar Bia?", asked Mr. Bambang again.

"So there is no intention to lamar sir, purely just want to give a gift. That's a good gold pack, right from the original Papua!", said Febri.

"Father wasn't good not Febri. But your seriousness! If you really want to lamar Bia, let me ask the same Sarman!", said the father firmly.

"Huh? Sek..sek..toh sir!", Febri held the arm of Mr. Bambang.((.sek.Just a moment, sir)

"Opo meneh???", asked Bambang sir. (What else)

"Sir, was the father himself who said he said Bia was still just sorted out Iddah time was Febri suddenly want to propose Bia? What will people say?" said Febri.

"That's what you know!" said Ms. Sri.

"Udah know so, you love the gift of the ring. Rich people propose, right? Accepted or rejected do not know the answer Bia.", asked Mr. Bambang again.

The sound of Febri's breath.

"Sir, Febri is not afraid of rejection. But the rich dad and mom said that."

"Emang if the father of Lamar Bia now, he wants to continue to want to when you are married? No?", asked Ms. Sri.

Febri rubbed his face. Confused by the language of his parents.

"O ordinary people, you can marry siri first. If you??? Even though your status has obviously been married before, but your agency does not accept the term siri marriage. So, if Bia accepts your proposal, the possibility of getting married in the next few months! Moreover, you are far away!"

Oh my God, sir! Why is your exposure so far??? Very confident if Bia will give a chance for this child???? Inner Febri.

"Wes, tonight we go to Bia's shop. We'll meet Sarman. Ask Bia to be your future wife!", said the father while taking the ring from Febri's hand. After a few seconds, Ms. Sri followed her husband.

Lha???? How's gini???? I'm supposed to seneng what is this???? Febri sat on the side porch.

The man took his cell phone. He contacted Bia to inform her of her parents' plans. If the plan really happens, at least Bia has prepared mentally.

[Assalamualaikum why?]

[Walaikumsalam, again busy nduk?]

[Against the cashier, why?]

Febri took a deep breath.

[Sir, kalo..eum..kalo ..].

[Opo seh mas? Kalo-kalo?]

[Iku Bi, if my mother's father will be there to propose you, what do you think?]

Febri's voice faltered a little.

[Huh? Lamar?]

[Yes Nduk]

[You need to be weird]

Febri turned to the door, seeing that his parents had changed into sarimbit batik clothes.

[Wait forward! Not at matiin yet]

[Yes, yes]

Febri approached her parents who were well-groomed. Mr. Bambang's hands have grasped the keys of their car.

"Where are you going?" asked Febri. His phone is still connected to Bia.

"Yes, I said, I want to lamarin Bia for you", replied Mr. Bambang. Mr. Bambang's answer is still clearly heard on Bia's phone across the street.

"Serious father?", asked Febri.

"Do you think??" asked Bambang back.

"Fuck sir, it's not a meal. So the stall is not too rame, can take Sarman home first to say this!", said Bu Sri while dragging her husband.

They waltzed away without thinking about their youngest child who was still amazed in disbelief.

[Mas...mas...mas Febri, is there??]

[Eh, yes ndok. Still am! Eum, did you hear what my parents said? They go there! Hush!!]

Febri started to sound panicked. Eh???? Not a bit of a smile, right???

[Yes already if my father wants to come here, no mas]

[The problem is they want to lamarin you make me nduk! You yourself do not want to open your heart to me, but my parents why are you confident now? Oh, my God!]

[Let it. Sorry, but someone wants to pay. I'm matiin, right? Eshallabellam!]

Without waiting for the confirmation, I turned off Febri's phone.

I was acting calm from earlier. Don't know Febri, my heart flirts hearing both Febri's parents want to propose to me?

O God? What am I supposed to do? Uh, how do you panic??? I was able to remember Febri for ordinary, why now even I am rich in hot worms.

I paced behind the cashier biting my fingernails. Habits!

"What is mba?", asked the main cashier, he had permission to pray ashar.

"Em, nothing. If so, I want to go to Sarman's lek room first!", I said as I patted the cashier's shoulder. I also approached Lek Sarman who was in the room.

"What's the matter?", asked Lek Sarman, sitting before me.

"Human? No!", I replied.

"Truly?", asked Lek Sarman but his tone sounds strange huh???

"Eum, it's Lek!"

"That's what?", asked Lek Sarman again.

"So Febri called Bia!"

"Continue?"

"Anu.that's.he said..."

"What the hell?"

"Said his mother's father Febri mas want to come here."

"Why did they come here? He hadn't eaten here in a long time either."

"Buk..no lek!"

"What?"

"Mas Febri said.he said his mother's father came here to lamar Bia...Lek!", I said timidly. Scared lek Sarman angry 😔

"Applying to you?", asked Lek Sarman. I'm nodding.

"Yes, nothing. Let's just wait in front. If indeed they want to apply for you, we will face it."

I sipped my salivary. I really don't want to see Lek Sarman angry especially if he refuses the proposal. It would be a shame for the Febri family.

Eh??? If I think of their shame if rejected, do I have to accept it????

Astaghfirullah, Bia!!! Don't be kegeeran! Febri only knows you!

"Lek wants to go ahead first!", lek Sarman put his phone in his shirt pocket. He left me in our room.

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Alby just got off the plane with Mr. Hotma. Inside the airport, he just activated his phone. Lots of missed calls and some chat.

When going to call back the number, hunt Mak his phone.

[Assalamualaikum Mommy?]

[Walaikumsalam, where are we Jang? Why is your number active?]

[Newly get off Mak's plane. It's in the airport]

[Jang, go straight to Xxx hospital huh! Silvy's membranes have broken first.]

[Wait for Mak, isn't her gestational age nine months yet?]

[Don't ask me that first, you're sneaking over here Jang]

[Yes Mother. Alby's going straight there now. Assalamualaikum]

Alby and Hotma split up at the airport exit. Alby's goal now is to go to the hospital. What's the quick way there? At least two hours to arrive.

Alby enters his cab and asks the taxi driver to take him to the Xxx hospital.

"Can it be faster sir? My wife wants to give birth!", Alby told the driver.

"Yes sir!", replied the driver. In his heart Alby said a prayer. He hoped that his wife and son would survive. Although from the beginning the doctor had warned if something bad happened, it had become his decision and also silvy.

In this moment of uneasiness, Alby recalled Febri's words back then.

I lost my wife and my son at the same time. I could not even participate in their funeral procession. As a husband, I just want to ingetin Lo.Don't until Lo nyesel because of Lo's attitude!

Although they did not get along, but Febri's speech when Bia miscarried used to be so imprinted in Alby's heart.

Yeah, she doesn't want to lose her son again. Moreover..wife! He's gone this far. He's been trying to open his heart to Silvy. Although it had yet to completely erase Bia's name in his heart.

An hour and a half passed. The taxi was at the hospital entrance. Alby went straight to the place where Mak was pointing.

"Assalamualaikum Mother!"

"Walaikumsalam!", Alby kissed the back of Mak Titin's hand. There is also Hartama there who sits dreamy. As if unaware of Alby's arrival.

"What did Doctor Mak say?", asked Alby.

"Now it's being anesthetized so the operation is done immediately."

The door opened, the doctor came out of the room with Silvy who had an infusion in his left hand.

''Vy!", Alby approached his wife who was lying weak. Silvy showed her a smile.

"By, today has finally arrived!" he said slowly.

"You and our son will be fine!" , Alby rubbed Silvy's head gently. While his gurney was pushed into the operating room.

"Father can accompany mother in kok sir! But put on these clothes first!", Sister gave the clothes to Alby.

The mood is quite gripping. Alby saw the nakes were starting the operation. Alby's chest feels so tight. She rubbed Silvy's smiling head at her husband.

"By, he said if he died during childbirth .. including martyrdom huh? Am I including that? My sins are many?", Silvy's voice raspy.

"Psssts. So does our son. We'll raise our children together."

Without Alby noticing, his tears melted. The whiny? I don't know!

"Thank You By. I've been willing to accept my presence for the rest of my life yesterday."

"Please don't talk like that!"

"Again, I want to hear you say love to me. Maybe for the first and last time by."

Alby sobbed slowly, his hands did not stop and continued to rub Silvy's head.

"Can you? Yeah, nothing. But .. I want to love our son's name, Nabil. Yes By!", Silvy slowly closed his eyes.

"I'm sleepy!", said Silvy.

Alby didn't know what to do when his wife said he was sleepy.

"I love you Silvy, I love our son!", whispered Alby in Silvy's ear. Silvy who had just started to close his eyes now opened up again for a moment.

"Thank you By!", said Silvy softly, closing his eyes. At the same time, the sound of crying babies was heard.

Alby wiped his tears.

"Vy..wake Vy! Nabil was born! Come on, just open your eyes for a second!", Alby patted silvy on the cheek.

The sister who realized this approached Alby.

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Is this chapter long, right???

Mamak does not know the procedure of a rich Caesar operation how heheheh anyway mah who knows consider it so 🤫🤭

This is how it used to be, right????

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