My wife's been misguided

om Surya's Ideals

Operation of Surya goes well. Now he can rest in the ICU. Worrying about his condition, hands so gatel want to call Nesya. But Dr. Ahmad forbade.

"Solar does not want his son to know, he does not want to share his sadness" he said.

How else would you like? In my heart I understand the feeling of Surya. For loved ones, they only want to share their happiness.

That's why until now no one knows the real story about Lindar. Enough they know that I'm being cheated on. Just for the reason of the cancellation of the marriage.

That's what made papa's mom so grim. Wiggling loved ones follow sad it feels more painful than being used by the same girl who is loved wholeheartedly.

It was past midnight when I left Surya with hoses and cables to monitor his life status. According to Dr. Ahmad, he may be fully aware tomorrow.

"Go home, my mom. Rest first, there's no point in us being here either" he said.

Pinter said it anyway, even though he himself did not go straight home. He sits sagging in the hospital loby waiting room chair. His hands drooped holding canned coffee.

"Not home yet, doc?" My big pleasantries, right?

He gasped, straightened his back and nyodorin a can of coffee. "Want? just bought one, even out two. The machine is error' like," he said pointing to the vending machine with the tip of his chin.

I get a coffee and sit next to it. "What a big deal, doc?"

"yeah. Absolutely not had time to sleep earlier," he said pitched vent.

"Well? wasn't I sleeping when I called?"

"Eh?" His face was immediately swept in red.

"Yes. It was sleeping" he said with an awkward laugh.

Uh, not sleep? keep what? did not miss my guess turned out. Kasian Ahmad doctor became a potato. Ahaha!

"Hehehe. Sorry, yes doc. So bother." Hadeh, so awkward gini. Pantsan hapenya is in the hands of the Dedek, so as not to disturb maybe.

"Hahaha, that's okay," he said, shaking up a coffee can that might have been half-filled.

I open the coffee can. The fragrant aroma immediately wafted, tempting to sip.

"Thank you for taking immediate action to stop the coachman's debate with the management" he said, not sounding like a pleasantries.

Smilumin. The coldness of this canned coffee travels all the way to d**a.

"It's normal, doc. I am most concerned with administration. Human life should be a top priority, not an actual administrative procedure to secure the balance sheet."

Doctor Ahmad laughed a little. "Emang actually said Mr. Surya. Mas Zian is not a crazy young man of treasure."

"Haha! can be Surya. Just got to know him yesterday." I sip a canned coffee called a cappucino.

It turns out that it feels good to make you literate, even though it is still too sweet.

Doctor Ahmad noleh and looked at me straight. I don't think he believes what he just heard. "Didn't you meet for a long time? I think it was a few months ago Mr. Surya told me about meeting the same young man about the use of money."

"Yes?" so remember the story of Surya in the car earlier.

"Yes. He said that the girl must have been proposed to be a wife. Regarding men, he intends to become a son-in-law" Doctor Ahmad told him at the end of the laughter.

"Finally the delivery is also the ideals of Mr. Surya." The words of the original doctor make ngakak.

"Impathy?"

"Lebay. I'm whatever, doc." But the doctor did not laugh at all.

He responded calmly in a serious tone. "Since the diagnosis of lung cancer, Mr. Surya has immediately increased his stress level. This also makes therapy less effective. But since I met Zian, it seems like he started to have a passion for life. He began to calm down in the face of illness. The progress of the disease was richly restrained."

Could that?

"Titip sir Surya, yes." Doctor Ahmad patted me on the shoulder, said,

"The prognosis of the disease is not good. But we can help her be happy at the end of her life."

Shock me. Remembering about the stocks that were talked about by Surya. "What's the prognosis, doc?"

Doctor Ahmad gulped down the rest of the coffee in his can.

"Well, six months at best. It could be faster, it could be slower."

Gluey! Though my wedding plans were with Nesya until she graduated, at most, less than two years. Well, as if Surya was no more when the divorce occurred. Be safe. A reduced heart that may be injured.

"But what matters is not how long we live, right? Whatever we do in life. Either way, we're the healthy ones who die first." Doctor Ahmad squirms a little, ready to go. "Yep, I go first," he said, hand-picking for the salaman.

"Yep. Take a break, doc. Don't don't sleep anymore, just lose her body." The doctor laughed, hiding a red cloak on his clean face.

"Five more times is still this strong, too" he said in a joke, "Assalamualaikum."

"Waa'laikumsalam." My answer.

I live alone with coffee.think marriage pretend coupled with real stock. It is also about death and hope. And I, who tomorrow must present.

Goddamnit! need rest why even drink coffee.

Time has shown at two in the morning.

After finishing the canned coffee I also chose to go home. The body does need extra rest, tomorrow the presentation ends here again. Pity also om Surya no one to take care of during the illness, even though there is a doctor Ahmad. He must have other interests too.

Arriving home I can't go straight in, damn it! I may have forgotten to bring the keys to the house. I had to bang on my mom's window. Because if from the door alone the possibility of only twenty percent of mama is as good as heard.

It didn't take long to knock on the window to hear my mom's voice "Iya brag..."

"Cock until early morning gini yan? where are you going?" Ask Mama after opening the door, still with her face on her pillow.

"om Surya entered the hospital ma," I replied lazily, entering the street towards the room.

Mama's eyes immediately became perfectly literate hearing my words. "innalilahi, what pain did you in-law yan?"

Yeah, eah, in-laws? Not yet kalee's legal..

"Tomorrow, Iyan obviously yes. So tired. Tomorrow there's a presentation." I said as I walked towards the room. If served it could not rest me all night.

"Oh, this is a child, make parents curious." Grumpy mama, I was just going straight into the room.

Without undressing or washing my feet, I just ran into the bed. Although drinking coffee did not affect me too much, it did not take long to enter the dream realm.

may it be a beautiful dream, not wet. uh, it also includes a beautiful dream yes, au ah dizzy.

sorry to say yes 🙏🙏