Marrying a Friend

Choice #Pov Firhan

"Fir, come on, I want to take a picture in front of the Mandala Monument, yeah?" nesya Manja who still insisted on persuading.

Actually I don't want him there. It was very late at night and all day we went for a walk. I just don't want to make her exhausted, plus her gestational age is seven months.

"Fir, for the sake of our son! Tuh, shuffling, jumping up and down in excitement inside. You want, if for example our son, he can continue to be born later so big cheers so great he jumps around inside?"

I sighed after rolling my eyes.

This woman is joking again!

The look on his face held a smile.

Oh, start pranking me? All righty!

"It's not good to say that. If we hear our baby in there, he may have planned to be captain cheers!"

"Ssttt, by the way, what the hell?" sambar Nesya interrupted unable to hold back her smile, then chuckled.

"You're the one who jokes like that first!" I smiled and Nesya slipped spoiled in my arms. "Eat him, come! Yeah, huh?" the rayunya tried again while showing a sweet smile she who made me smile while rubbing the girl's hair, after sighing caving.

"Okay, we're going there!"

"Horreeee!" It was a joyful cry that made this smile even more blotted out.

Always, that childish behavior and its effect sometimes makes it hard for me to hold back a smile.

I love him, Lord, even more than my own life!

After turning the car and heading east, it did not take fifteen minutes, the car arrived and stopped right in front of this National Monument. Enthusiastically, Nesya immediately asked me to take pictures using her mobile phone. Right in front of the sturdy building that stood towering.

One pose. Two. And ... "FIR, CAREFUL! " squealed Nesya in a cry of fear and anxiety while trying to save me.

My wife managed to save me while pulling my body in a safe place, but the motor from the opposite direction hit her before the shrill scream was heard along with her body bouncing away and falling onto the asphalt.

In a matter of seconds, it made me instantly fixated on my spot, not twitching, unmoving without a sound. I just felt those tears just run down my cheeks while my eyes were still staring darkly at him. Last I heard, sounds overlapped around us along with sirens. Until, the view I felt began to dark and blurry, then after that I do not remember anymore.

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For some reason, it felt like my body was lifeless after discovering it in the ER room a few hours ago. The doctor said there were some people who took us with a policeman. Yes, We. Me and Nesya. My wife was still in the ICU after being given first aid in the ER. I'm fine, just fainted and shocked at what I experienced earlier, while Nesya, was really very severe.

After the incident, Aky was really fragile and just looked at the limp body Nesya hang was lying down, helpless. It felt like my life was ruined when I had to see him get hurt with a fair amount of bleeding. The accident, left him completely unconscious during the toga days that passed after the incident. His body had been fitted with several medical devices, including a hose and a blood bag, due to heavy bleeding.

The doctor also said that my wife had to have surgery to remove the baby who had now died in the womb due to the accident and is currently trying to stop the bleeding in her womb.

God, anything, just as long as he survives!

I squeezed my hair again. My hand now clasped his hand and drowned my face in that soft palm. The palm of my hand that always brushes my hair. The palm that sometimes feeds me lovingly. The palm of my hand that wipes my tears. The caring palm often rubs this sadness and wound in life that I sometimes hide in front of him. I don't know where he is, I really miss him a lot.

I wiped his face and let the memories dance in my mind. Moreover, at this time pestered and accompanied in his shadow, covered in sadness that began to ensnare me.

"Wherever you go, whatever you do, I will be right here waiting for you. Whatever it takes Or how my heart breaks, I will be right here waiting for you.... "

My voice sounded bitter and vibrating while singing and whispering favorite song ‘nina bobo’ Nesya while rubbing her hair and face in bandages.

My tears were unceasing while resting my head on his shoulder which was now hugging sobbing.

My voice again shook which still buried my face in his shoulder.

My body was shaken while crying and sobbing while rubbing his head.

"I really need you Nesya, I love you,"

"Sorry, sir, the patient should be taken to the operating room. We have to get the baby out of her womb" the voice of the girl who was the nurse here made me really weak and slumped, as she released me from my wife and took her to the operating room.

I just sat helplessly in the waiting room, staring blankly with tears still flowing.

"Doctor, where's the treatment room on behalf of Miss Amanda Salma?" The voice of the anxious and sad girl that was detected in my listener's senses, instantly made my head spin quickly turned to the source of the voice not far from where I was standing.

A curly haired girl was standing in the information room and asked the informant staff.

"Issti?" my voice just came out and out of control when I realized he was mentioning the name he was looking for and made me shed tears.

His body was stunned there when the face caught me looking at him blankly in confusion and then seconds later my sister ran over and cried on my chest.

Yes, that name! That's mom's name! What the hell happened to him?

"What's wrong with mom?" my insistence when approaching my sister just way it.

He was crying again. His body shook in my arms. "Mother was in a coma when she arrived yesterday! He's with Dad, and I just got here. Dad said, The doctor said, I had a heart attack and a coma. Mom's in the ICU now, brother."

These tears just flowed down my cheeks and made my nerves feel numb. It felt like my chest was rumbling and reverberating, but I could only be quiet fragile here and it made me quite claustrophobic.

"Why is my brother here? What's going on?"

"Meet father, brother will come after you" I said as he looked at me for a moment in tears, then Isti nodded obediently and left me.

At the same time, the two women who were at once my paradise were in a situation that left me completely helpless and empty. It really makes me crazy.

What's up with all this? At this International Hospital, my friend is in a coma and has not been conscious until now. And at the same time, in this same Hospital, the Islamic Hospital, both heaven and jewel of my life are fighting for their lives.

Mom's in a coma and my wife's in surgery? Oh, my God, really. What am I supposed to do, God? Who am I supposed to look after and wait for?

I squeezed my hair and squatted against the wall. My water is flowing again. A really tough and equally valuable choice that made my chest rumble, tumble and sting.

My feet stepped, stepped and stepped like an undead so claustrophobic after painstakingly arguing with the mind.

"*If one day, someone asks you, choose your mother or lover, who will you choose?" I asked to look at Nesya as we chatted on the bed, while gently stroking this hair and forehead while the head was still leaning on her lap.

"If my husband were to experience that and be asked to choose, I would proudly ask him to choose mother,"

"Why?" I looked at him seriously, as he began to answer but the sweet smile was bursting first and like glaring at his gaze.

"Because mom is more than anything. Your wife is your life partner, your life lover, but she is everything. A wife accompanies your life, but a mother is willing to change her life for the sake of the child being born. The wife accompanies you in joy and sorrow, but a mother is willing to do anything to make the child happy under any circumstances. You know what, Fir? No sincerity beats the sincerity of a mother, nor does her love, and it is a real manifestation of God's love and compassion. In fact, His Majesty, Muhammad we once said and said, Your mother, your mother, your mother, then your father! Wh why? Because the real perfection of love and love is that of a mother, mother's heaven*,"

That memory kept dancing in my mind all the way through this hospital corridor that was starting to feel gripping to me.

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