The Widow of the Widow

Not Sacrifice

"So, what hospital did you intern at Mel? Papa Juan asked, after the debate between Ferdo and Melina came to a halt.

"It just so happens, in the same hospital as you sir." replied Melina, trying to look relaxed even though it feels very tense dealing with a senior doctor like dr. Juan.

"Ooooooooooo" the family responded by forming lips into the letter O.

'That's really the response?' inner Melina.

Again, Ferdo looked at Melina who was beside him, a gaze that was difficult to decipher.

"Why else see me? Just eat!"

Ferdo just shook his head.

"Mel, any further specialist plans?" papa Juan asked again.

"Emmm ... plan there is a pack, after getting a steady job." replied Melina, as is.

"What specialist do you plan to do Mel?" ask mama Fema.

Abner, Marsha just kept quiet.

Melina smiled wryly before answering. "At first I wanted a plastic surgery specialist, but.

"Lohs. Why?" ask papa Juan.

"It was because .. I wanted to provide free plastic surgery services for my best friend. But .. Now that she's got her own doctor, I don't think I need to be a plastic surgeon anymore." Melina, to be honest, turned her eyes to her best friend.

Tugs,

Marsha stopped her eating. "Well .. finished breakfast too." Marsha stood up from her seat and approached Melina.

"Mel, stand up." tell him to.

"Well?" Melina looked confused, but she put down her tablespoon and stood up.

Hug.

Marsha gave her warm embrace to Melina.

"Hey ... What is this? I know you love me so much Sha!"

"Shut up, shut up. I really want to hug you Mel."

Whoa ... Melina started to feel bad.

"Mel.. You know, you are my only friend and you are very good" Marsha said with a trembling tone, like she was holding back a cry.

"Sha .. That's because you're good. It's ah, don't be like this." Melina simply rubbed the back of her best friend with affection.

Mel, thank you ..."

"Thank you for what? I didn't do anything."

"Thank you for everything. All Mel, all your time, your energy, material even your ideals, which you have sacrificed for me." Marsha is really crying.

As if he was sowing a peel of onions, everyone who was watching them both also shed tears.

"Hey what do you mean. No cry. Shame Sha.." Here, only Melina did not shed a single tear.

It is true, you could say a lot of sacrifices Melina for Marsha since they decided to be friendly. Time, energy, matter, ideals. Melina sacrificed that for Marsha.

To accompany Marsha when the girl is in need, Melina is always there. Melina's ambition to become a midwife must be left behind and try desperately to learn in order to be accepted to the Faculty of Medicine as one of the recipients of full tuition fees, he said, in order to become a plastic surgeon who will be able to restore the condition of his best friend, Marsha. Melina is also willing to save, set aside monthly transfer money from her parents so she can take Marsha away from the village.

"Sha, I never considered it all a sacrifice. I do everything with pleasure. Be still. Don't cry."

In the end, the breakfast ended with a thank-you note from the family to Melina. Mama Fema even hugged her daughter's best friend tightly, how grateful it was to have Melina by her only daughter's side.

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Of course Ferdo was the one who drove his lover to the hospital.

"Dear,"

"Darling? You call me baby?"

"Hemmmm" replied Ferdo.

"It's kind of weird to hear that, hehe"

"From now on, we'll call her baby!"

"Huh? Then should I call you baby?"

"Yes yes. What else,"

"OK on,"

"Darling, look, I'm worried about you. You know, the families of patients who come to the hospital are diverse. I don't want you to get scolded by people when you're wrong in cracking down on patients." Ferdo said, attentively.

Ferdo suddenly remembered the man who had a grudge against his papa for not being able to save the patient. Ferdo was afraid that it would befall his lover.

"Don't worry" Melina replied, briefly.

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Thais.

Nagea was struggling in the kitchen with various cooking tools. He intended to make special dishes for himself, mami and papi.

"Eh?"

Suddenly someone's hand closed his eyes.

"Who? Don't touch, I'm holding a hot object." Ketus Nagea's.

He guessed, this person was neither mami nor papi. Her parents never did anything like this.

CUPS.

A kiss on the head of Nagea.

"Don't fuck around"

"Breid..." The man grimaced with the burning pain of the silk held by Nagea. The woman did not hesitate to stick the hot object she had just used to stir her cooking into the person's hand.

"You? Why are you here?" he looked at who was near him.

"Honey, my husband came in the snapping of the guy, where the pain again hit the hot silk!" Jerry blew blisters in his hand.

"Mistake itself. Why close my eyes!"

Nagea turned off the stove and moved the cooking to a serving container.

Jerry approached his wife. "Well .. I think it's delicious, I miss the same cooking you love."

"Rice. Since when have I ever cooked for you."

'Is there any other man who has a wife like my wife?'

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