The Smile of God for Marissa

I Want to Marry Him

Everyone looked at each other at Sisy's voice calling Seno's name with a loud voice full of hatred. Meli who is pensive is now crying. He did not know what was going on between Seno and his son Sisy. His trembling hands tried to find the flat object he kept in his bag.

She immediately sought her husband's contact and tried to contact him. After several tries and no answer, he immediately put again into the bag. Stepping towards Sisy who was being observed by the guard doctor and several nurses.

“what happened to him, Doctor? Please save my son. Hiks.” Meli drops her body in front of Doctor Amran, begging him to fulfill all her requests.

“Self mother.if Mom panics like this then Mom's child will heal for a long time. The source of the child's strength is in his mother.If his mother gives up, resigned to the circumstances, the child will definitely give up just like the circumstances he now faces.”

“Hiks. I . . . I don't want to lose him, Dokteeer.”

“I know, Mom. It feels heavy to see the people we care about are in a weak condition like him. But as human beings we can only try and pray. And all healing we leave to God's decision. Then, let us together pray for the safety of Miss Sisy.”

“Hiks, O Allah, please heal my son. Hiks, give him a chance to live longer so he has a chance to improve. Living as a normal human being, who has a whole family, a family that

sakinah mawaddah. Give her a chance to marry, and love a gentleman who is solih.”

“Aamiin” Amran looks at Meli with teary eyes.he understands how the ICU patient's family feels, but he can't do much. Upon seeing MEli calm down, Amran immediately stepped out.

“Mom can come out now. Miss Sisy is already sound in her sleep. We had to give a sedative earlier, because the condition is very precarious for his health.”

Meli nodded. In this kind of situation she felt fragile. There was no family he could make as a friend to pour out his heart.

He came out, to a long chair in front of his son's room, sitting alone looking at some of the patient's family sitting on the carpet provided by the hospital. He had just tried to look at his phone when someone suddenly patted him on the shoulder.

“Assalamualaikum,”

I looked at the owner of the voice. A strong man who always longs for his presence.

“Waalaikum greetings, Syaiful? Hix, . .” There was no word he could say but the gratitude he always offered to Almighty God for his prayers. Sending her husband home at the right time.

“Ssttt, already, don't cry.” Say Syaiful while stroking Meli's head. Getting the gentle treatment of her husband, Meli instead of stopping sobbing, she just grew louder. Syaiful immediately asked his wife to sit in a long chair in front of him.

“Sisy Mas's. Day ..  . “

“Mas knows.all we leave to God. OK?”

“Mas know about which Sisy?  Who told Mas everything?” Syaiful took his breath in.

“Sigit”

“Sigit who, Mas? Is Sigit your men you sent to always look after us?”

“Of course he. He said that Sisy had been in a coma in the hospital for one week.he told Sisy's condition was weak.”

“How can Mas communicate with Sigit, while with me it always fails?”

“I borrowed a phone from one of the soldiers in Kodam 7 who happened to be on duty with me.”

“You can contact Sigit, why don't you call me? Does that mean nothing to me in front of you?” MEli was really furious to hear all the latest chronology made by her husband to find out the condition of his son.

“I did it because I didn't want to be distracted by my concentration. Talking to Sigit who is saying the problem at its core makes me feel calm. I'm sorry if I thought you were wrong. Meli. He did not want to continue his rebuttal sentence because he knew at the ends he would be hurt.

She knows how her husband is and how his sometimes erroneous nature makes her go awry.

“Beiklah, whatever your reasons, now go inside to see your son. ..” Syaiful nodded.he immediately stood up and stepped towards an attendant who was still sitting on a chair while playing his phone.

“Goodnight”

The guard nurse gasped at Syaiful's presence. He immediately stood up and saluted.

“Good night, Ndan. You're back?”

“Just let me in!” there is no rebuttal. Although the clock had passed, the nurse simply nodded and invited Syaiful to put on special clothes and escort her to the bed where Sisy lay.

“Father's son should be strong. No reason whatsoever should make you this weak. Get up and talk to Daddy!”

No movement and meaningful response. Sisy remained silent and closed her eyes. Syaiful grabbed his son's hand and kissed him slowly. His heart was sick, but he refused to cry.

“Do you not want to see your father back? Five months Dad's gone and after dad's back you're sleeping like this? Hahh, I'm disappointed in you. It should be when dad is next to you, that you greet me with a smile

your sweet. Come on get up ! Strong children must dare to face any harsh reality.The problems that hold you if you scan like this, will make you worse.”

There was a clear water dripping in the corner of Sisy's eyes when she heard the last sentence of her aura.  This

making Syaiful increasingly strengthen themselves in order to wake up his son with sentences that are able to provoke Sisy's emotions.

“You're crying, honey? Does that mean you admit that you're really in a slump? Tell Dad, don't shut it up because the more you close Daddy the more you open the veil you're hiding.”

“Hiks. Father . .” a slow call from his son's mouth made Syaiful close his eyes. His heart cheered happily getting his son to call him.

“You're up?”

“Hiks. Ayaaah. .”

“You're a strong boy. I'm proud of you.”

“Sisy apologizes Dad. Hiks, Sisy has gone too far from what you have taught Sisy. HIKs.”

“Already. Dad should probably be a little heartened that whatever step you take, is the best move you think.”

“Sisy . . . Siss  . . .Hiks . .” Sisy was unable to continue her sentence. He's really scared. He knew his father would be very angry if he told him the truth.

“You want to talk? Speak!”

“Sisy is wrong. But Sisy will be responsible for what Sisy has done.”

“Good! It's just his name's father's son.”

“Mas Seno . . .  Siss . . .  . . . HIks.” Sisy's regime is already irregular. He has absolutely no idea where to tell.

“What's with Seno and you?”

“Dad. It's Sisy's fault. Sisy the wrong one.”

“Say. Don't spin around like a swivel comedy on the night market. You should be able to write sentences well. Prospective scholars must be able to choose diction that will make dad can digest your words.”

“I love Mas Seno, Dad. Hiks.”

“Then?”

“Hiks. I . . . I want to marry him.”

"What?" Meli who had just come looked at Sisy and Syaiful alternately.

"I don't agree"