THERE'S ALWAYS A LEANING PLACE

Special Visit

Via received a mobile phone proffered by Farhan. He also shifted the picture of the green phone.

"Assalamualaikum," said Via so connected.

"Vaalaikumsalam. Where are you, just who, doing what, Via?" the voice across sounded excited.

Via grinned at hearing consecutive questions that were like possessive songs. Farhan frowned looking at Via's expression. The wife touched the loud speaker button to let Farhan know the conversation.

"Why do you want to?" Instead of answering, Via even backtracked.

"Ish, really asked. Not very excited about you," the voice across from the protest, "This is terrible, my dear. The stock of the robe is thinning. In the storefront stay 15 pcs. Last Saturday there were a lot of visitors" he explained.

"Yes, you asked Ms. Fatma to send the goods. I've given you the contact, the account number, and the address" said Via.

"I'm confused about the model. You usually choose. Almost all are sweet. Your instincts are jos."

Via smiled faintly. But, he was also confused about determining the action.

"You can come here for a minute, right? Please, Mrs Boss. You asked permission from your handsome husband. Definitely licensed. Otherwise, it means he's still a refrigerator man" he said.

Farhan glared at the last two words he heard. He means to answer. However, Via coded for Farhan to calm down.

"Ratna, I'm sorry, I can't go to the shop today" said Via.

"Via, don't mess around, dong! Eh, wait! Your voice was different from earlier. Lemes anyway? You sick?"

Via took a deep breath, "Yes. It's still in the hospital."

"really? Why didn't you say it? Since when? I'm going there now."

"Not yet bezuk clock, Rat."

"Yes, later. Yes, share the lok. Now you rest! Assalamualaikum."

"Waalaikumsalam," said Via, handing Farhan his cell phone.

Farhan received the phone with a slightly sour face. Via looked at her husband with a look of astonishment.

"Hubbiy why?" ask Via plain.

"Your friend sucks. The time he called me a refrigerator man. Does he need to be sent to the south pole?" gerutu Farhan's.

Via could not help his laughter. Actually, he wanted to blow up that laugh. Unfortunately, he did not have enough energy to do so.

"Why laugh?" Farhan looked at Via sharply.

Via stopped his laughter. He replaced it with a smile. Then, he coded for Farhan to sit nearby.

"Hubbiy, sorry Via" said Via softly.

"Why does Love apologize? Mas before Ratna who called me a refrigerator man" Farhan murmured.

"Yes, maybe it's because he's following Via. In the past, Via likes the cold Hubbiy. Well, sometimes Via stories to Ratna include calling Hubbiy a human refrigerator," said Via.

Farhan. He doesn't know how to. It's just grunting.

"Hubbiy pissed? After all, it used to be nyebelin. Hubbiy's attitude is cold, there is no friendly, often jutek, ...."

"Stop!" A short word came from Farhan's mouth. However, that was not what made Via stop. Via's lips were locked by the lips of the man who had just told him to stop talking. Via thrashing for release.

"Hubbiy, why kiss Via so? Not afraid of catching salmonella thyphy?" whinek Via spoiled.

"Mas is already stricken with a more dangerous virus" Farhan whispered to Via's ear.

Via's eyes were wide. He looked at Farhan. There was anxiety on Farhan's wife's face.

"Hub-biy sa-what's sick?" Via asked in a choked voice.

"Mas attacked by the love virus that makes Mas often malarindu tropikangen. And, for a long time Mas could be an acute bucin sufferer."

Via pouted hearing Farhan's reply. She felt played by her husband.

"Big, ah. Via was worried that Hubbiy was sick, not to mention Via," said Via.

He threw himself over and pulled the blanket.

Farhan just chuckled. He tidied up the blanket Via.

Towards the time of bezuk, Via opened his eyes. He saw Farhan staring at his laptop monitor. His face looked so serious. Occasionally his fingers danced on the keyboard.

"Assalamualaikum" said a woman from behind the door of the treatment room Via.

"Waalaikumsalam" replied Via.

While Farhan did not seem to hear the greeting. He was still in front of the laptop.

Before long appeared the figure of Bu Aisyah from behind the door. He is challenging.

"Via has changed? Still bitter, isn't it?" ask Ms. Aisyah.

Farhan. He realized that his mother was coming.

"I'm sorry, Farhan didn't know you were coming" Farhan said.

"You're even busy working. The wife is sick even dikeki," said Bu Aisyah.

"So the Deck Via sleeping, Mother. That's why Farhan does office work" Farhan explained.

"Mother bring what?" Via diverting the topic.

"Chicken soy sauce and stir-fried broccoli mix carrot. Via want to eat now?" Ms. Aisyah offered Via.

"Later food from the hospital is not eaten, dong," said Via accompanied by a smile.

"May be spent later. It's even good if you eat a lot."

Miss Aisyah smiled gently. He sat in a chair near the head of Via.

"Patience, yes. Want to eat now or later? It's still warm, lo."

"Now only. If it's cold, it's not good. Via's a little hungry, too."

Ms. Aisyah immediately prepared food for Via. Once ready, he gave it to his eldest son.

"Nih, bribe his beloved wife," said Bu Aisyah.

Farhan received the plate from his bunda while smiling. He sits on the edge of the bed.

"Via can eat alone, really," said Via while changing his position.

"Here you go, this is your husband's chance to get sticky with you. At the very least he became bucin," said Bu Aisyah accompanied by flirting to her son.

"Well, this is the same mother as her child" thought Via.

A spoonful of Bu Aisyah's cooking filled Via's stomach. Occasionally Farhan rubbed Via's lips a bit of pulp.

"Alhamdulillah, a lot of endings. Usually half a plate, lo. Know this, ask Mother Masakin to make Deck Via," said Farhan.

"Haish, what is it? The old man's ranting," protested Via.

"Mother doesn't mind, though. Farhan get ready for the mosque, there! Via let Mother wait," ordered Ms. Aisyah.

10 Minutes after Farhan left the room, a girl came to see Via. From the excitement, you can guess who came. Who else if not Ratna.

"Oh, what are you sick with, anyway? How can you not say? I think you're still in on Friday morning. When did you get into the hospital?" Ratna direct nyerocos.

"You haven't changed in the past, Rat," said Ms. Aisyah, who just came out of the bathroom.

"Eh, Miss Ayesha. Sorry, ma'am," said Ratna in embarrassment. He immediately greeted his homeroom class first.

They're having a great conversation. The occasional laugh accompanied the conversation.

As they chatted, they did not realize a man was already in the room. From the clothes worn, it can be guessed that he just performed the prayer of worshipers.

"Eh, Farhan is back. You met your dad?" asked Bu Aisyah after realizing the presence of her son.

"Yes. I'll be here again after I've finished checking some files" Farhan replied with a flat expression.

"O, so. You want to eat? There is still Mother's cooking" said Ms. Aisyah.

"No, Bun. Insha Allah Farhan Shaum. I sent Farhan to the lobby. Farhan, excuse me.

" Assalamualaikum."

After Farhan came out, the three looked at each other. They felt Farhan's slightly strange attitude.

"What's wrong with your husband?" Aisyah looked at Via.

"Yes, I think it's cold" Ratna said.

Hearing the cold words made Via recall the conversation earlier this morning with Farhan. He laughed softly.

"Maybe Mas Farhan was just like you, Rat."

"What's my fault?" Ratna tiptoed in shock.

"Didn't he on the phone this morning you called Mas Farhan a refrigerator man?" via.

"Eh, did he hear?" Ratna's face flushed with embarrassment.

Via nodded. While Bu Aisyah just shook her head.

Via immediately switched the conversation. They talked about the High School days first.

The conversation of the three women came to a halt when there were voices of people greeting. When he looked at the door, there appeared the figures of some men that Via cared about.

At the front of a man who had white hair but still looked gallant. It was Adi Wijaya. Behind him stood Farhan and his father.

"Grandfather!" exclaimed Via was happy even though his voice was still weak.

The man called grandfather smiled and rushed over to Via. He hugged his beloved grandson.

"How are you doing?" ask Mr. Adi.

"Lifting, Cake. Father said maybe tomorrow or the day after tomorrow can go home" replied Via.

"Thank God. You may not be able to see because you are in Singapore."

"It's okay, Cake. Grandfather also actually does not need to bother here," said Via.

"Haish, it can't be. Grandpa will wait for Grandpa's granddaughter to recover. Grandpa wants to stay here."

She looked at her husband and father in turn. Doctor Haris nodded with a smile.

"Later to rest in my room" said the doctor.

Visits of people who love and loved Via give an injection of spirit to heal.

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Seriate

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