Hold on or let go!

The Eps 218

Nabila released her hand grip from Silvy.

"When, why don't we go to that point? Our feelings have gone a long way?", asked Silvy to Nabila.

"When you want to get to Bun!"

"Why did Nabila give up her mother's hand?", Silvy furrowed his brows.

"Mother is enough to get here nemenin Nabila!"

"Why? Aren't we going together?"

Nabila.

"Maybe not now Bun!"

"Why?"

"There's something you haven't finished yet!"

"What is Nabila?", asked Silvy.

"My mom, you haven't apologized to my mom, Mama Bia!"

Silvy speechless. Something was shining at the far end of the place where they were standing.

Suddenly Silvy felt herself as though she was light.

"When?"

"You mother has apologized to Mama, it's up to you! Mommy wants to come with Nabila or Nabil!"

Slowly, but surely Nabila moved away from Silvy who felt his body as light as cotton.

"Nabila...wait mother! Nabila....!"

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Alby and Malvin walk into Silvy's room. Both of them looked surprised to see Silvy's breath was wheezing because the breathing apparatus was released. Silvy's eyes were wide open.

"Silvy!", squealed the two. Malvin immediately installed the tools. Alby pressed the button to call the nurse or the doctor.

A few minutes later, the officer arrived. Alby and Malvin out of Silvy's room.

"Silvy why is this Vin?", Alby pacing back and forth.

"We wait for the doctor to check it out!", said Malvin.

The doctor came out of Silvy's room.

"How's Silvy doing, Doc?", asked Alby.

The doctor smiled.

"Patients experience shortness of breath because the tool may have been released. But there's no way she's letting go on her own, is she?"

"Yes doc, when we got to this room we saw Silvy was like that!", replied Malvin.

"But there is happy news!"

"What's the doc?", said Alby and Malvin together.

"The patient has woken up from his coma."

"Alhamdulillah!", said the two.

"But for now, the patient's condition is still weak. Can't talk too much."

"Yes doc. If so, we can meet him, right doc?", asked Alby.

"Please! But I hope you two don't talk to the heavy ones first. Let the patient adapt first!"

"All right doc, thank you!", said Alby.

Alby and Malvin enter Silvy's room. The two handsome men put on smiling faces looking at Silvy who blinked her eyes weakly.

"Vy, thank God you finally woke up too!", Alby rubbed the back of his wife's hand. Silvy did not answer, only looking at her husband's face. Then his eyes turned to look at Malvin.

"Papa..!", said Silvy. Alby and Malvin looked at each other.

They couldn't bear to tell Silvy that his papa was gone.

"Where is it?", asked Silvy again in a soft voice. Then after that he grimaced in pain.

"Vy..!", Alby clasped Silvy's hand. Silvy stared intensely at her husband.

"I want to see papa, where's papa?", Silvy still repeated the same question.

"Papa's fine!", said alby forced to lie to Silvy. His hand rubbed his head.

His eyes went around staring at the ceiling of the room.

"When?", asked Silvy again.

"Nabil? Nabil is fine too, later I ask Mak or Mila tea bring Nabil here. Let you know that Nabil is a big man now! Nabil's handsome!", Alby's venomous so slowly. Malvin just watched the scene in front of him with a painful feeling.

"Nabil? Then where is Nabila?", asked Silvy again very slowly.

Alby and Malvin exchanged glances.

"The name of our son Nabil, Vy! The men! In the past, before the operation you had asked our son to be named Nabil!", Alby tried to explain.

Silvy closed his eyes. I don't know what's on his mind. What Silvy feels right now is just tired maybe because it is too long lying down. His body is numb.

Silvy hissing softly. Feeling his sick joints. The woman opened her eyes again.

"I want papa with Nabil!" he said.

"I asked Mak to bring Nabil here!" said Alby again. Silvy nodded.

"Mba Bia?", asked Silvy. Alby who will contact his Mak.

"Why Bia?", asked Alby.

"I want to talk to Bia. A moment!", Silvy said again in a disjointed voice.

Alby was confused.

"I'll call Mba Bia!", said Malvin. Silvy nodded.

Alby himself contacts his Mak to take Nabil to the hospital as soon as possible.

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"Sir, it's almost one hour, straight to the airport?", asked Febri after we finished praying at the food stall.

"You want to anterin me to the airport also mas?"

"Yes, why ?"

"Much times mas same mess you. I can do it myself!"

"Yes, whatever you are!", I said. After waiting for a taxi for a while, my phone rang.

Malvin called me.

"Who's nduk? Why not pick up?", asked Febri.

"Malvin. Tumben he called me, right? Did something happen to Oma Marini?"

"Just try to answer!", said Febri. I also picked up the call from Malvin.

[Assalamualaikum King?]

[Ofracialsalam, mba. Mba Bia****where is it? Not at the airport, right?]

[Eh...kok know? I really want to go to the airport. Do you know where it came from?]

[Mas Alby mba said! Mba.].

[Oh, that Aa said. Why is Vin?]

[Mba Bia can cancel the flight this time right?]

I looked at Febri, he just put his shoulder out.

[Why should I cancel Vin?]

[Mba Bia same Mas Febri huh?]

[Yes, why Vin?]

[Can I go to the hospital where Silvy is being treated, right now?]

[Ngapain Vin?]

Malvin did not immediately answer, silent for a moment.

[Silvy.suman from mba coma. He wants to see you]

The deg! Suddenly my heart was racing faster. Isn't that good news?

But... Am I ready to meet the woman who took Alby from me??? Without greeting malvin, I disconnected the call.

I'm silent. Silence in the sense of being completely silent in place, without sound.

"You why nduk?", Febri held my arm slightly lower his gaze and slightly bowed to align his position to be the same as mine.

I still don't answer.

"Darling? What was? Same story mas?", Febri covered both sides of my head. I finally looked into the eagle eyes of a Febri.

"What is heum?", he repeated. I breathe out slowly.

"Silvy ..wake up from his coma mas!", I replied.

"Alhamdulillah, isn't that good news?"

I didn't answer.

Febri took my hand, invited me to sit in the garden of the stall earlier. We stopped the taxi.

"How do you feel, same story?"

I took my breath again.

"Yes, I should be happy, but..."

"But what?", he clasped my hand tightly. Our eyes looked at each other.

"I haven't been able to fully forgive Silvy!", I said.

"Malvin said Silvy wanted to see me."

Now Febri understood the concerns of his lover. It is not easy to forgive someone who has ruined his life and happiness. But.. isn't Bia trying to move on from her past?

"The reason you don't want to meet Silvy is because you haven't been able to forgive him completely?" asked Febri again.

I'm nodding.

"What do you get when you don't forgive him?"

"Nothing! There's only pain, that's all!"

"You want to keep that hurt feeling forever even if you're already with me?"

I'm sorry, mas! But I can't lie to my feelings! I still feel hurt and disappointed in Alby and Silvy! I don't mean to ignore you!

And that sentence was only revealed in my heart.

I looked the other way.

"Maybe true, forever the wound will remain unscathed but that doesn't mean it won't heal!"

Febri clasped my hand again. I also looked at him.

"Everybody deserves a second chance. Forgive and forgive! Who knows, after you meet her, talk to her, express all the feelings you've felt so far, you know what the answer is. You will determine what your attitude will be like in the future."

"I don't know if I can!"

"You haven't tried it!"

"What if I can't forgive him, if I get there I just want to keep saying how?"

Febri chuckled softly.

"Just try to do it! I'll be watching it from close range!"

I snorted as bad as hell.

"We're going there?" asked Febri. I'm unmoving.

"Mas will accompany you! If necessary, I told Silvy that we would get married soon!", Febri said with a serious face.

"Your face doesn't fit into that rich fashion?!", I said rising up from the seat. Febri also got up and smiled.

"What mode does it fit?"

"That's it!", I said walking ahead of him.

Febri chuckled softly, he grabbed my hand again.

"Mas promise to accompany me?", asked me while turning my head to the side and looking up.

"Of course!", he replied firmly.

"We do not want to cross mas, do not try to be gandeng-gandeng mulu. My efforts to make hijrah to not touch the same that is not a failed mahram, because you know mas!"

"Haha.yes sorry dear! God willing to be mahram soon!"

I'm flicking my lips.

Gemes beut if the lips again pose so! Patience.patience...Feb!!! Inner Febri.