Pain(Tings)
Chapter 8: Choice

Sita's head feels spinning, a sense of dizziness on his head makes Sita's body so limp that it makes it droopy limp on the floor. Pratista panicked and immediately approached her daughter.

"Mas! I told you not now!" snapped Pratista who had joined sobbing saw his daughter.

Sita looked straight ahead. His mind was empty and out of control. "A... pa?" stuttering Sita.

Bima still put on a flat look, but deep in her heart, she was also hurt to see two women she loved crying together. "You must choose, your dream or Widan!" repeat Bima firmly.

Sita nodded slowly. In the sight of Pratista who was already embracing him tightly, his gaze was blank but his heart was screaming out loud. Sita exhaled her breath violently.

"We choose ..."

When Midan was sixteen years old, suddenly the man was absent from school. At first there was nothing strange and worth worrying about, because as far as Sita knew, Widan only had the common cold. Such as fever, chills, and cough.

Because Widan was allowed more than three days, classmates and Sita visited Widan who was hospitalized.

"If only flu, but even to the hospital," grumbled Sita.

Actually Sita misses Widan who usually always Sita recoki. Seeing him lying weakly in the gurney, making Sita's heart was filled. Sita nudged Trella's arm who happened to come with her to visit Widan.

"That's Widan's not a vampire, is it? Her face was pale," Trella chirped.

Secretly, Sita agreed to Trella's words. Widan's face does look paler and there are some rashes of redness around his arm.

Although Sita was busy thinking about the strange rashes on Widan's arm, but his sense of hearing turned out to be quite good in capturing the conversation of his friends.

"Eh, he said Widan had a cold, but why was he treated at the Hospital all right?"

"Obsolute son of the sultan. But listen, Widan got the same eye infection with a throat tract disorder when."

"What a dong really love info! The guy in Widan's booming class knows flu!"

Trella approached those who were gossiping. "Heh, there's still time that's the mouth of a sick person!" his nagging while ruffled by the waist.

"If you want someone else's gosipin, get out there! There's not much to say here" Trella continued.

Coinciding with the gossipers who came out of the Widan's room, Widan's eyes winked, Sita immediately exclaimed in excitement. He yelled at Trella to call the doctor immediately.

The doctor came when Widan had opened his eyes perfectly. The doctor named Pandu, smiled kindly at Widan.

"Do you feel any pain in your body?"

Widan nodded slowly. He pointed at the chest and some muscle joints. Doctor Pandu smiled faintly, he understood the intent of the Widan.

"You'll soon be healed. Please call your parents yes, take the results of blood tests and respiratory secretions" explained Dr Pandu.

Widan looked at the Pandu doctor awkwardly. Moreover, there are Sita and Trella who are curious about the condition of Widan.

Doctor Pandu smiling mafhum. "I'm waiting for Widan's parents?"

Widan only replied to her with a nod of his head.

When Pandu's doctor had left Widan with two women who were overwhelmed with his health, they immediately flooded Widan with many questions. Especially Sita who is curious about the two parents of Widan who are not there to accompany Widan at this time.

"And, Aunt Agata is not here with Om Zeroun? From that moment I did not see it," said Sita.

Trella stomped on Sita's feet. He warned the woman not to say anything strange. "Lo it! The sick man was asked that question," said Trella, whispering softly.

"My people are just curious, La," said Sita, whispering back.

"Lo by the way again, I'm sure your relationship with Widan will not last long."

Until Widan was cured, Sita never knew the reason for the Agler family who did not know about Widan who was sick at that time.

Until one time, Sita met with sister om Zeroun—Frisilia Agler— in front of the pharmacy, near her housing. Apparently, Aunt Widan who is supple is one of the new residents in the housing near the Adirajada family.

Frisil explains to her that his brother—Zeroun— is a health maniac and his wife is also the same maniac as Zeroun. In fact, they routinely control health.

Frisil sighed as he explained the conflict in the Agler family which was actually one of the smallest conflicts in his family. He even really understands the character of his family, even until Widan was sick, Frisil was the one who secretly swiped and took care of it without a sepengatahuan family.

The cost to cover the matter of Widan was not a big problem for him, because if the two parents Widan to find out about the health of his son who was troubled, Frisil had ascertained, Widan will not only seek treatment out of the city. But abroad, even with the common cold.

While Widan is a person who is anti-travel far away and for other reasons.

"Hopefully, you kept this a secret from Widan's parents. This includes the request of Widan," Frisil's pinta on Sita.

Sita who was in the mode of understanding at that time, just nodded.

But another case with now, when Sita knows something about the purpose of Widan who is reluctant to go out of town.

So, when his own father called for a choice on Sita, Sita could only flinch with raging thoughts. He knew that his father never played around with threats or anything he said. But, it was precisely that the more Sita feared.

"Mas, no! Already!" lerai Pratista with a raucous voice.

Bima ignored his wife's words and kept waiting for a response from Sita.

"Papa has allowed you to continue your hobby, as long as you stay away from Widan. That's all, you can, right?" obviously Bima, once again.

Sita looked at her father. "Is ...no choice for me to keep both?"

The gel from Bima makes the burden on Sita's heart accumulate more and more. "Again, what's wrong with Widan, anyway, Pa? Isn't Papa welcome to him?" ask Sita.

"Once Papa says choose, just choose, Sita! Don't ask too many questions!" Bima's voice rose, Sita desperately held back her cries.

Sita's hands clenched, she stared back at Bima bravely. "Why should Sita choose, Pa! Papa must have had his reasons, right?"

"Of course, Papa wouldn't have said it like this if he didn't have a definite reason."

"Emang why, Pa.." said Sita.

Bima repeatedly set her breath so as not to just vent her emotions. But, this resistance from Sita, reminded him of his eldest son.

"Papa don't want you to be like Adya, Sita!" bima clearly firmly.

Sita clenched her lips. His breath was hunting with his shoulders blooming. Pratista never ceaselessly calmed herself and Sita, also repeatedly reprimanded her husband so as not to discuss the subject of Adya back.

After reassuring himself, Sita looked back at her father's tired face. He saw carefully the lines of firmness on the face of Bima. Sita reviews a thin smile.

"Well, if that's what Papa asked for." Sita's statement made Bima feel a little relieved. At least, similar possibilities, will not happen.

But Bima was quite stunned by Sita's next statement.

"We prefer the Midan!" said Sita steadily.

So with a heavy heart, Bima nodded in agreement. Regardless, he must keep his word. Whatever choice Sita chose, of course, she has calculated very well. And any choice, too, has its own benefits for Sita. At least, that's the understanding Bima knows.