
"Dear survive! I will always be by your side. For our love and for our child's sake I beg you, fight!" Natural speech drift. Nature kissed Gita's forehead, Gita's face looked still pale.
Nature stepped gontai, netraya staring at the signpost. What he was looking for was a musholla. He needed to talk to the Creator, asking that the Gita be okay. I can't imagine if the woman had to leave. His heart is not able.
The condition of the wife and the fruit of their love is not okay, and prayer is one way to change that destiny.
Along the foot treading looking for the place to go, tears kept on dangling on his cheeks. Not one bit he intends to dry. Isak who became the center of attention of people around, he let it be so.
Nature washes the face, as well as other organs. A little cool and peaceful he got.
After that, he was solemn in a long prostration. To give the Owner of the Soul.
God, so many things we went through together. Likes, sorrows, cries, laughter, emotions and happiness.
Why is there always crying in her life. I want to make her happy, God. Just this once, let us feel happiness.
I knew all along that I hurt him a lot, I knew my weakness was this possessive nature. But, it's because I love Gita too much.
Oh God, please save my wife. Source of our little family happiness.
After praying Isya, Alam walked to the Gita ward. His mind calmed down a little after complaining to the almighty.
"Sister!" The voice of Inspiration calls itself.
Nature looked at the man in front of her. A man he considered a rival. Although he actually knew that Ilham had moved on. But it's good why he still doesn't like it so much that Ilham is still paying attention to Gita.
"Yes." Yeah."
Ilham stood on the finger of the man who turned out to be his biological brother.
"I want to talk about Gita's condition. Can we go to my room for a minute." take Ilham.
"can." Nature and Inspiration walk towards the practice room of Inspiration.
Throughout the journey they remained silent. Because I don't know where to start.
"Please sit down, brother." Inspiration allows Nature to sit.
"Thank you. go straight to the point, ham. I can't leave Gita for long."
"Aren't you very fond of Gita?" the Inspiration Question made Nature a little upset.
"Don't you already know that. Why ask him again. I loved him a lot before. Even the moment that happened between you, the tragedy of the reunion, did not melt my love for her. Didn't make me back off even though he was slumped for what you did, ham."
"Ma. I'm sorry, brother."
"That's it, it's over, now explain to me, how the Gita is right now." Nature diverts the conversation. For him now is the Gita treatment, not talking about the past.
"Ehmmm. sorry kak. in the nerve of the head Gita there is a large wedge, there is a tumor that has not been removed for a long time. the tumor of four inches includes the type of asanaplastic astrocytoma. This is a type of cancer that's hard to operate on."
Nature kicked off the Ilham desk.
"You said it couldn't be operated on. You're a doctor, ham. Our family entrusted everything to you. Now you're giving up on the next Gita treatment. Ham, please save Gita!" Nature gripped the suit of Doctor Ilham. His feelings were disappointed to hear the decision of Inspiration.
Inspiration swallowed his salivary. It was not only him who had raised his hands with the state of the Gita. But Sasono's doctor said it first. According to doctor Sasono, Gita's strike for treatment affected her current condition.
Ilham could not give the decision of the Gita operation before there was a senior crackdown.
"sister! Sorry for the moment we are waiting for follow-up from doctor Sasono. I can't make a unilateral decision. Patient Ronal, yes." Inspiration reveals the man who was once his rival.
Nature collapses, Shock is sure. But what can he do? he only wishes there was a miracle for Gita. Nature believes the Gita can still heal.
Inspiration hugged Nature revealed the man. Motivate nature not to despair.
"Ham!"
"iiiiya, sis."
"So big! because his head is often dizzy and nauseous not because of the condition of his pregnancy but rather derived from the effects of his cancer. That's why I always warned you don't make him think a lot. But why did you never listen to me. Throw away brother's ego!"
Everything that happened to Gita was my fault. I'm the temperamental, I'm the jealous one, I got her dragged into my family's troubles.
it all started with me. Oh, my God, is
this is a reprimand for me? Give my wife healing, God.
If I am the source of trouble in Gita's life, I would be willing to step down. But now that I can't do it, Gita needs me by her side, we're gonna have a kid.
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Mama Yulia sat in front of Gita's bed. Staring at the princess only wayangnya lying, occasionally stroking soft hair Gita.
His net showed deep sadness. The princess is fighting death between herself and her baby.
Mama kissed Gita's forehead, gently. A sign of a mother's affection will never fade.
Awake, son. Mama misses you, mama wants to hear your complaint about your husband's stubbornness.
Wake up, son, you must fight for your son. You must fight against the violence of the world.
God please save my daughter. Give life a chance to be happy with your child and husband.
"Ma." papa came in to approach Mama who was still crying.
Papa pats mom "Ma on the shoulder, don't be like this. Gita alone is strong, the period of his mother is not strong.we pray that Gita can quickly realize. Let's pray Isya." Ask Papa to guide his wife out of Gita's room.
"Mama just stay here. Mama doesn't want to leave Gita." Mama Yulia's whine won't go from beside Gita. Mama was scared when she left, something happened to Gita.
"Which realm?" Papa spread his eyes across the room.
"So he came out, pa. Like nature calms down first." replied mama.
When he was about to get out of the Gita room, Nature returned and passed by his in-laws.
Nature wanted to tell him what she had heard from Inspiration. But he did, because he was looking for the right time.
"We pray first, son, after that papa wants to talk to you."
"Yes, pa. Nature is here to accompany Gita." Nature sat beside his wife. His hand clasped tightly, his other hand stroking Gita's hair.
Honey how are you? I miss you the same. Kangen with your manja, kangen with your warm embrace.
Wake up baby, if you wake up I promise I will obey all your wishes. I promise I will never be jealous again.
Please, Gita don't be like this. Don't torture me like this.
Please wake up.
I'm sure that miracle will come.
Believe
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