The Secound Choice's

Twelve

"What are you doing here?" Akmal pushed a man who had just walked into the room where his brother was lying.

"I just want to apologize" the man replied.

"For what? What's with you apologizing all this is gonna change, huh?! Why are you here!" Akmal wondered why the prisoner could come out and be with him at this time.

"Papa brought him here. And Papa has released him!" papa Adzka came just in time.

"Huh? what does this mean, Pa? look Syifa! because she's a big sister, it's like this!" Akmal was disappointed by his actions.

"Calm down! this is all fate! There is no point in holding. Adam had already explained that he did not realize that your brother was on that road at all. He's drunk!"

"When you know why you're drunk drive!!"

"If it's not the big brother maybe other people will experience it too!" Akmal's voice sounded blaring.

"You calm down first! No emotions!"

"Your brother is going through a difficult time, we can only pray, from the beginning papa met with Adam he really regretted and apologized. He was willing to take care of and compensate for all the losses."

"Did Papa not have the money to pay for his sister's treatment! Akmal still can, Pa!"

"Not that! We cannot judge someone like this. He truly regretted his actions. And do you know, he fared just like your brother. He was like that because of a broken heart! his fiancee left him for no apparent reason.

Doctors say Syifa has a psychosomatic disorder. This is even as dangerous as pain as cancer though. Papa thinks this is our effort, forgives others and shows him the way to heal himself by helping to take care of Syifa, that way he will be busy and not have time to think about the problems that make him what he is now. Maybe this can be said for your sister. May God give your best to your brother!" papa Adzka spoke with teary eyes.

Akmal's emotions began to subside as soon as he saw the hope that was on the sidelines of the eye framed by the minus glass.

Adam looked at them, wondering what they were talking about. Because the man did not understand Indonesian at all.

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"You can go home now! I'll look after her until Anastasya and Aunt come here!" The man who had just taken off his suit spoke to someone who had been silently staring at Syifa who was still asleep.

The man got up and left the room without speaking a word.

Hafidzh took the black mushab in his bag. And sitting beside the bragang, the sound of merdunya was heard throughout the room chanting verses of the Qur'an.

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"Don't forget your medicine!"

"Yes, Mas. It's in the bag. Eat there."

"Shut up here with Natasya, go to the hospital in the morning. Let Mas and Akmal go there." Papa Adzka ordered, his wife's health must also be considered even though they are busy taking care of Syifa. Mama Juna inherited the disease from her father.

"Can you stay with your aunt here, son?" papa Adzka asked as soon as she saw Natasya coming out of the bathroom

"Oh .. Okay, Uncle. After all, aunt also has to think about her health." Natasya smiled, the girl understood the condition of the mother of her best friend.

Papa Adzka and Akmal left the house where Hafidz lived, a house that was not too big, appropriate for people who lived alone. Hafidzh offered them to rest in his house, considering Syifa's costs were very small for the four of them to occupy.

"Be careful driving! say hello to Syifa!" natasha said to Akmal, the man smiled sweetly.

Mama Juna and Natasha went inside the house. The girl then took a glass of warm water and gave it to Mama Juna who was sitting on a chair with teak wood material.

"Where's aunt's medicine? Let me get it!" natasya.

"Thank you, Son. You really are a good boy." mama Juna gently stroked Natasya's right shoulder. The touch of a mother that the girl misses so much.

"Why are you sad, son?"

"I remember my mom."

"Did you miss him, son? Sorry for us yes. If Syifa is not like this maybe you are already in your hometown now." mama Juna was sad too

"It's okay, Auntie. Before Syifa did incriminate me to leave, it seemed that she would not allow me to go home."

"Have you called your mama, son?"

"Mama's with God, Auntie. I don't have to worry about it anymore."

"Oh my God, I'm sorry! Aunt does not know ...." Mama Juna held the girl in front of him.

"Call me Mama! from today I'm your mom too!" juna

"Thank you, Mama ...." Natasha spilled her sadness.

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"Zi!! don'tgo. I can't chase you. My legs hurt, Zi!"

"Zi .. Can you slow down? Your steps are too big!"

"Ziii!! already have! I'll just stay here!" the girl sulks. The man who was five meters away from her looked at her with a laugh.

"Don't spoil! come on quick, we're almost there!" said the man was still in his position

"But you left me!"

"I'm not leaving you! I have to get there, I have an obligation!"

"I won't leave you either! hurry, Fa. Comeup! the spirit!" The man clenched his hands, encouraging the shoulder-haired woman who was still sitting waiting for the man's help.

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