Let Me Choose

Syok

"What's!? try saying again isn't it wrong everything you say is son?"

"Yes, Mom"

"Astaghfirullahaladzim, I don't believe Alya dear, what nightmare are you having with your Father right now?"

"Patience, ma'am, let Alya explain everything." Mr. Sofyan Wijaya rubbed and hugged his half-hysterically crying wife in front of Alya and Desty.

"What is our fault sir as parents? is it our son's fault too, sir? so that we can have problems and trials that feel so heavy and despicable?"

"Mother calm down first, if in this emotional state we can not make any decisions. Let's ask the truth of what happened, whether there was a motive for the crime or what."

Sofyan Wijaya's mother can no longer think calmly, her tears flow without stopping hearing the recognition of her beloved daughter if she is now pregnant, like a lightning bolt that suddenly strikes her head.

No fall or wind, guessed what his son will convey in front of him. It was like so sharp in his heart. Pain in his chest.

Alya and Desty are trapped between Alya's parents. Sofyan Wijaya and Mother who lost her life.

"It's worth all this time that mom saw you was so uninspired. Like there's less of you than your daily habits that I care about, and Mom's suspicions grow when Mom washes the bed linen you were wearing at the cafe at the time, not usually you keep something dirty in the closet, all that I keep as a question in the heart, why are you so lackluster, look haggard and skinny? but I always try to comfort my own heart if you are sleep deprived, tired of work not because of pregnancy."

All in silence including Mr. Sofyan Wijaya.

"You're on taro where Mom's face is with your dad's heh?!"

Alya grimaced, heard and saw how beautiful a mother Sofyan Wijaya.

Pulling a sofa tablecloth on which there are ashtrays, vases, food jars and others, brackets! all the mess on the floor broke into powder shard and rolled on rolling.

"Say, you're not drunk anymore!!!"

"Katakaaaaaaaa....!!!"

"Mom, be patient ma'am, don't even add to our child's burden."

"Alya is no longer drunk Ma'am, but this is purely Alya in a trick, sorry if I answered him." Desty tries to be Alya's best friend's defender.

"I didn't ask you Desty, you shut up! just as a witness, if necessary there will be something I ask you. I will interrogate my own son about the truth of all this. Where the fault lies who is guilty and who will be held accountable for her pregnancy"

"Mom, not in that way asking for information, remember Alya also have feelings please Mother consider that let's talk carefully from heart to heart."

Mr. Sofyan Wijaya could no longer hold back his wife's anger could no longer persuade gently, unable to assuage the mounting anger towards their daughter.

"Mother does not understand the mind of our child Sir, how could hurt our hearts as parents no one appreciates it, that's what I love and that's what I want to question to Alya, what is this? if you want to go home Mother has been chatting to friends Mother even Mother has many acquaintances in the study at the Arisan Mother will introduce someone please live but why did God really end up like this? I'm ashamed sir, Mom's face is like being crushed with dirt."

Sofyan Wijaya's mother wept back in pain and it hurt her heart to accept this reality, far from being expected and unthinkable at all, all this befell his family the only daughter they so desperately craved could lift the degree of the family even remove the stain of disgrace so despicable.

"Already, Alya same Desty rest first, let Mother calm down."

"No sir, I'm not done yet, there's still a question I haven't asked."

"Lady..."

"If you don't like it, please leave!"

"Who has impregnated you, I want to meet, and see his face!"

Alya looked at Desty and Desty nodded.

"Say who? which guy? which delinquent? or which thug?"

"Doctor Prabu, Mom!"

Mr. Sofyan Wijaya immediately stood up from his seat and Sofyan Wijaya's mother to glare in disbelief at what her son Alya said.

"Well?!"

Sofyan Wijaya's mother was shocked not to hear what Alya said in front of her. In disbelief, a very respectable Dr. Prabu has become the disgrace of his family. Sofyan Wijaya's mother seemed lost words to express her feelings or just ask questions or just feel disbelief.

Unable to withstand the burden of thoughts of pain feelings over all the events today Mother Sofyan Wijaya limbung and finally fainted in front of her husband, Alya and Desty.

"Mother.hiks...hiks...excuse Alya Bu."

Alya embraces his mother while crying, millions of regrets are now ambushing him, but all has happened what all the forces can not turn the time to change the regret.

The three Pak Sofyan Wijaya, Alya and Desty carried Ms. Sofyan Wijaya to bed, all looking panicked and frightened to cover their hearts what else Mother Sofyan Wijaya suffered from acute high blood disease.

"Paaaaak.sorry Mr. Alya, Alya really please forgive me for disappointing Mother and Father." Alya shed tears.

"You son of Father, whatever happens Father remains with you, do not think much first, we find a solution together. Now let your mother wake up to rest, Desty makes sweet tea, and Alya takes rubbing oil in the medicine box.

Alya and Desty passed and before long Alya came first carrying wind oil. Mr. Sofyan Wijaya tried to get closer to the olfactory of his wife and Alya rubbed his mother's hand while wiping her tears.

After a while, Sofyan's mother began to recover her memories, and cried again while hugging her daughter Alya who was both crying, Pak Sofyan Wijaya just threw away her sadness through her heavy breathing, seeing people who are very loved and very meaningful in his life is crying.

Feels heavy head Sofyan Wijaya, added in brought crying and the burden of the mind that so rained her.

"Im sorry Alya Bu, I don't get sick, Alya ask for forgiveness Mom forgive Alya."

Sofyan Wijaya's mother nodded, and hugged back her daughter who felt just yesterday to lull her in and weighed lovingly, Alya Putri just how could she not pour out her affection completely.

Cloudy is overshadowing the family of Mr. Sofyan Wijaya, the rain of tears is still not stopped, all the missteps of his small family will be a highlight in the community. Mr. Sofyan Wijaya left Alya who was still crying with his mother released the burden of a heart that was so heavy.

Come Desty brought sweet tea in the handle glass, kept it by Mother Sofyan's bedside.

"Desty come with me."

"Oh, yes sir."

Desty followed Sofyan to the terrace, and allowed Desty to sit down.

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