Love the Happy Grief

Signature plagak.

Mbak Nurul after being calm and can be peaceful heart, shed immediately. Nurul opened the door and then closed it again.

"Assalamu'alaikum... Sorry was in a short stay without permission first the same mother, because it is important with the health of the mother as well. Earlier, mbak chatted for a while with the doctor, and you should also be able to talk to the mother as well as the father well and the father can understand exactly the same condition of the mother, which is actually, if you are not honest, who will bear everything, Mom? I know the cost of the operation is not cheap ma'am, not like we buy fried tempeh. The price is more than we buy one motor bu, try to imagine mother can it?" Tanya mbak Nurul, then Rania chuckled.

"Wa'alaikum... I haven't answered, get straight to the point. Normally?" Laughs softly.

"Eh, I laugh, that's right... Ma'am, want to get well soon what's sick like this?" ask him again.

"He wants to heal, but what else... Not that time either, it's quiet later I'll ask a little help my friend did not lie with the Irsyad, make the debt payment, anyway my cement debt. But I won't say a name." Reply Rania, he sat down to take food on the nightstand.

"Do you want to take a peck of ma'am?" tawar mbak Nurul's.

"No need to, this too." Rania took an orange, and she peeled it off herself.

"How about if tomorrow is the operation, so that it will soon be time for surgery. He said the doctor was at least tomorrow to get his permission, yes tomorrow." Nurul said, Rania shook her head.

"So that letter contains my own husband's name mbak, do you want responsibility with his signature?" rania asked by chewing her orange.

"It is not the time to want a signature plagak, it also makes the heart mbak not feel safe always in the ghost of the situation, the signature must be in accordance with the rules, can not violate. " Speak mbak Nurul.

He threw his entire body onto the sofa, and leaned his back against the sofa.

"Have a word later" Rania's phone rang instantly. They were shocked, and until Nurul wanted to strangle behind.

"Sir Irsyad ma'am," replied Nurul by giving her phone to Rania's hand.

"Where is this mbak? What the hell are you talking about?" ask Rania demen seriously.

"It's quiet, take a breath... Blow it!" Trying the rhythmic tone that had his voice, he straightened it out. Don't let Irsyad suspect, he punched the phone icon and Rania picked it up!

"Assalamu'alaikum..." Greet Rania with first.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, where have you been since the phone was not picked up? I'm worried here, how are you?" ask Irsyad who's across the phone.

"Yes sorry I had a business for a while, so do not check mobile phone mas." Answer Rania.

He did not want to make Irsyad's heart dislodged. Because of the illness that Rania suffered.

"Oh that, yeah... The most important thing now is that you are okay! Oh yes I want to transfer money for you, your life for the day ahead. Mbak Nurul told me to cook a good, do not want to know if it is not delicious, auto fire it straight away. If you want," said Irsyad.

Seriate...

Whether typo or not, you can read it again tomorrow if you've been restrained. I'm sleepy, continue tomorrow!

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