Love the Happy Grief

Tomorrow Home

"Yes mas, but kasian also if mbak Nurul fired mas. It is also not wrong mbak Nurul, let alone mbak Nurul already believed to keep me the same help me at home mas. You are weird aja mas," said Rania with tightness in the chest followed by laughing Rania.

"OK yes sorry, tomorrow I will immediately find a plane ticket to go home. He said on the show again, I don't want to stay here long. I want to go home." Said Irsyad with a speech.

It feels tight in front of the eyes.

Her husband will be home tomorrow, no.

Rania is not ready. What would happen if he was not allowed to go home from the hospital tomorrow?

"Why are you silent, don't answer. Do I not have to go home, I think you are sad, I can not go home tomorrow?" Her great-grandchildren fumbled in Rania's mind, but her head was not healed.

His mind is floating now.

"I'm sorry, but I'm sorry if you come home tomorrow. But be careful, my mom! Watch out later if you eat food carelessly! Now you continue your work there! Later in what kind of wife I think, want to be close to the husband until the husband leaves aja still stuck like a stamp even though far apart!" Rania said, with all her strength she spoke until she endured the pain and pain in the head.

Mbak Nurul gulped and still encouraged his employer to stay.

"Yes, I continued my work at home. Go out, take a walk. Assalamu'alaikum... Bye-bye, see you tomorrow..." Rania said, turning off the phone and Rania cried, just like Rania's tears fell.

Nurul's mother quickly gave her shoulder to Rania. Hugging Rania, Rania does not look at anyone who matters she is comfortable with that person, she will tell a story.

"Sabar ma'am, God willing, I will understand how my mother feels. Yes, mom is now resting again, do you want to drink mom? Let me get it." Nurul and Rania shook their heads, she chose to lay her body on Nurul's back.

"Strong ma'am... Strong cannot be weak." Nurul said in his heart by stroking the back of Rania, who had cold sweat on her shirt until it was wet.

Nurul's mother was not strong, breaking her tears in front of the door. Doctor Fadli came out of his room, looking at Nurul's blinding mouth with both legs followed by crying, tears that poured out relentlessly.

Doctor Fadli approached Mbak Nurul.

"Mom... What's the matter, mom?" asked Dr Fadli, he helped Nurul to sit in the patient's waiting chair.

"Son" exclaimed Nurul. The sound of breath and rhythm to talk stuffed with snot.

"Yes mom, why are you like this?" Doctor Fadli was ready to listen to what would be discussed with Mbak Nurul.

As a doctor, Fadli's doctor remained patient and encouraged patients to recover. And it can change that scenario, which used to be sickly, to heal and it is also followed by do'a with the hope of the family, to stay healed.

"Son, I want to tell the story of the mother's employer. I can't see her, especially with her condition... And what should you say to me when you get home? Tomorrow I go home, son... How's son?" Said mbak Nurul and doctor Fadli also saw his watch that still remains active, meaning a few more hours show the time tomorrow.

"Yes ma'am, sorry if I may this advice mom should tell me slowly with Rania's mother. To understand, well I suggest that Rania's mother still wants to go home, please! But there is a condition, noon must return to the hospital to check his condition. If it goes down, it could be treated here again, or not I will help to tell a little bit of the same story, Rania. If you do not want to know the disease," said doctor Fadil gave an explanation.

"Yes, help mom! Because the mother can not withstand this by herself, let alone not tell the same mother husband if the mother is not home. Surely the mother's husband has gone home, can find a nurse to take care of Rania's mother first want to go inside. Are you the same sister," said Nurul and doctor Fadli nodded.

"God willing I will take care of mom, later if mom has come back here, I will go home." Said Fadli doctor and mbak Nurul could not say, he said goodbye and went back to his employer's house.

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Bonus, hahaha... 😂😂😂 it is not even serebu... Just a hundred words...