Aak Thugs Me With You

The Inner Wound of Fatimah's Mother

Deren carried Fatimah's mother into the house. The man helped him open the door. He wanted to help carry Fatimah's mother. Deren. This handsome man wanted to look after and make his own mother-in-law happy.

Arriving in front of the room where Mr. Patrio's boss rested, Ms. Fatimah remained silent. Intrigued by his thoughts, between will face happiness or lies. He was resigned, even if he had to be held captive and tortured again this skinny woman did not bother. What was clear at this moment, he had to ascertain who was behind that door.

Deren opened the wooden door. There was a man of great height lying weak. With the infusion stuck in his left hand.

"Let me down ... put it down!" pinta Ibu Fatimah while hitting Deren's back weakly.

"Says Auntie, can't walk?" ask Deren. Or rather, now he was teasing this fierce woman who turned so cute.

"Can, can, I can, I can," he said impatiently. Honestly this moment this handsome man wanted to laugh. It was as if he was facing old Ayesha. Aahhh .. They are similar.

Deren lowered the middle-aged woman slowly. Helping her stand up straight, unfortunately several times Fatimah's mother was about to fall. Because he was drowning. He just said he couldn't walk. Deren volunteered again to carry her. Open the answer Yes, or No. He was even violently snapped.

"Shut up, I can!" snapped it. Okay, this time Deren doesn't argue. He just smiled like he wanted to laugh. It turned out that this woman was harboring a deep longing for her husband. His love is not lacking one bit, it is seen from the look of his eyes and his passionate spirit. To walk alone to the owner of the heart.

Several times this weak woman was about to fall. Deren is always ready to help him. It was the woman who accidentally gave him this happiness. With great difficulty he finally reached the side of the bed where Om Patrio lay.

Fatimah's mother wept at the sad state of her husband.

"I didn't lie, did I, Bi?" deren asked as he sat quietly before this middle-aged woman.

"No .. but why is he so pale. Then why does he have to be infused like this?" asked Fatimah Curious.

"Oh, uncle is not feeling well, Bi. But everything's gonna be fine. There's an aunt now" Deren said excitedly.

"Would he really be cured if he met me?" ask Fatimah's mother. Gosh, why does he feel like he's got a love clap like this. Didn't they love each other before they split up? Or does? I don't know! Deren doesn't want to assume until he knows the truth.

Fatimah's mother just stared fixedly at the face of this man who was lying still. Deren was again surprised, why did Fatimah's mother never wake him up? Didn't he have that big miss? deren asked in his mind.

"Bi, uh,"

"Hem,"

"Not built?" ask Deren.

"I don't dare" he answered.

"Why?"

"Because he will be angry if I disturb his sleep," replied Fatimah's mother slowly. His eyes were staring at Deren. It was as if asking Deren so that this young man could read and understand his heart.

"No, Bi. Uncle can't be angry. Don't you love each other" Deren said as he thought.

Fatimah's mother smiled. Unfortunately that smile contained a terrible wound. That's what Deren has caught so far.

"You are wrong" replied Fatimah's mother. The scarred smile returned to Deren. The look in those eyes felt very sad.

"Wrong?" Deren's getting confused.

"It's wrong" he replied slowly.

"But why, Bi?" it seems Deren doesn't want to waste time trying to figure out the truth of what happened.

"It's okay. We don't love each other" he replied.

"What, Auntie is playing with me?" deren asked impatiently.

"What am I playing with you, young man. Do you think my life hasn't been played out enough. For the sake of protecting this foolish man," replied Fatimah Mother enigmatic. Could he be hiding something? inner Deren.

Deren stared fixedly at Fatimah's mother. His patience about curiosity just like that. Now replaced by the desire to know everything without being missed.

Deren took a chair and sat facing Fatimah's mother. Like a child preparing to receive a material explanation from the private teacher.

"Bi .. I apologized earlier. If I offended Auntie. It's just that I don't understand what Auntie's saying" Deren said softly. This skinny woman again smiled even though it seemed to hold a thousand meanings in it.

"What do you want to know?" ask Fatimah's mother. Deren stared in disbelief at what Fatimah's mother had just said.

"Why, Auntie, say you don't love each other?" deren finally had a chance to get his heart out.

"We never really loved each other. If he loves me, he won't leave that night. For whatever it is," he said, in .. and ahhh ... Deren doesn't understand.

"What's going on, Bi. Why did uncle leave?" added Deren. The curiosity is getting higher.

"Do you know what's causing me and this stupid guy to get married?" Fatimah's mother asked Deren. Deren just shook his head.

"He won the competition and the prize was me" he replied firmly. From the tone of his speech, it was proven that this middle-aged woman was not an arbitrary woman. Then why did he give up on his condition? deren's mind rumbled again.

"I mean, Auntie?" Deren doesn't want to throw away this rare situation.

"Do you understand forced marriage?" presumably Fatimah's mother invited Deren's brain touring with her past.

"Yes ...."

"Well, that's the kind of life we live."

"But, Bi. If you have to, how can Ayesha be created?" ask Deren innocent. And .. plaaakkkkk ... a hard blow snared at this young man's head. Deren smiled as he stroked his painless head. Fatimah's mother also smiled shyly.

"Institute, fool!" answer's short.

"That night, I already knew Hariyanto's rotten plan and his men. Because I heard them talk at the hotel myself. What I love is that one of these stupid guy's best friends was involved in the rotten plan" said Fatimah's mother, telling a little story of her beginning and the destruction of her family.

Deren was silently fixated upon hearing the words of this middle-aged woman. He is sure if what is meant by the friend who participated is his father.

"Then, Bi. Why didn't Aunt tell uncle?" ask Deren. Back Fatimah's mother hit Deren's head. The blow this time was harder. Until Deren complained.

"Okay, Bi. It hurts!" screeches Deren

"Taste .. Are you a fool or an idiot?" asked Fatimah's mother in an annoyed tone.

"Sorry, Bi. I don't know" Deren replied. Than to get hit again.

"Of course, I told him. Because there's no love, that's why he doesn't trust me. He even defended his accursed friend and accused me of fabricating it" replied Fatimah's mother ketus.

"Sorry, Bi. Forgive me," Deren replied.

"Ahhh .. that's it. If told all that must hurt. I've seen him and he's fine. You can send me to that mental hospital" he said, holding Deren's arm to get out of his seat. Strange request according to Deren.

"Why, Auntie wants to go back to that fucking hell, Bi?"

"You're a man, but you're so chatty. If I don't come back. You think your friends will return safely?" a question Deren didn't expect.

"I mean, Auntie!"

"How long have we been sitting here?" ask Fatimah's mother seriously.

"It's only been a few minutes, Bi!"

"Gosh, you're such a fool. We talked here a long time ago. And you see, your friends haven't come yet. I'm sure they've been held hostage by the Hariayanto gang. The heartless bastard," he said angrily.

"Just calm down, Bi. All my friends are good. I don't want to take my aunt there anymore. Later uncle and Aisyah fired me how?" Deren said jokingly. To make the atmosphere more relaxed and friendly.

"Aisha," he said.

"Yes, Bi. Aisha ... Aunty doesn't want to see him?" deren asked, with his trademark smile. Fatimah's mother wiped away her tears and asked, "Is she beautiful?" .

"Of course it's pretty, Bi. Beautiful as this Auntie" Deren replied. Fatimah's mother smiled, unfortunately in that smile was clearly a regret that was difficult to describe.

"Would you like to see the picture?" ask Deren.

"You want, do you have any?"

"Have, Bi!" Deren reached into his pants pocket. And pull out the phone. Open a photo gallery there and give it to Fatimah's mother.

"This is Aisyah, Bi," Deren said, showing photos of Aisyah on her phone screen. Fatimah's mother received the phone. A longing smile expands there. Deren knew this woman must be very happy.

"This is my Ayesha, my daughter. Aye, right?" he said while kissing and occasionally hugging Deren's cell phone.

"Yes, Bi. That's Auntie's Aadah" Deren replied. He said, "Which is now my wife and mine, Auntie," . But afraid of getting hit in the head again.

Fatimah's mother enjoyed her search. Then! until he was on point or rather accidentally he found a wedding photo of Deren and Aisyah there. His face turned irritated.

"What's this?" ask Fatimah's mother.

"Oh .. that, Bi," Deren replied a little scared.

"You married?"

"Yes, Bi."

"My daughter is married to you?" the question again seemed to be disbelieving.

"Yes, Bi. We are husband and wife" Deren replied doubtfully. It looks like Deren has a bad feeling about this.

"Huh .. that's right."

"What's the matter, Bi?" Deren was again curious about what this woman was thinking.

"Why did she choose this stupid and stupid and ugly man to be her husband" Fatimah's mother said without sin. It's not that Deren's madness is smiling.

"Handsome gini, Bi. Ugly from where," teased Deren.

"Handsome you said. Handsome from where? just look, you're black and ugly like this (this woman is silent for a moment. He is seen comparing Deren's photo to the original). Wait ... why here is handsome and originally ugly. What's the matter?" ask Fatimah's mother confused. Flipping Deren's phone.

"I'm undercover, Bi. So in the ugly," tease Deren.

"Oh ... "

"It's really handsome me ma, Bi,"

"No .. no, to me you are a fool and an idiot" replied Fatimah's mother insistent. Deren just smiled. Alright Bi, like Auntie, all that matters is happy Auntie. And not asking to go back to the hospital. Inner Deren.

Without them knowing, there are pairs of ears that participate in listening to their conversations and debates. He could catch her, but unfortunately he could not remember what he had passed along with this woman.

Seriate...