
Prang !
Prang !
"Armghh !"
"Oh Allah, Dita..awakely, Son ! Istighfar !"
"Arghh, fuck !"
Mbak Dita was clamoring really like a doormat. He even rolled around on the floor. The mother-in-law tried to hug her favorite child, but Mbak Dita instead pushed the mother until almost fell.
"Aita ! Crazy wife !" snarled Mas Aldi out of the room.
While I, in charge of looking after his son, Mbak Dita. I carry while still paying attention. Of course I wonder why he suddenly became so.
"Stop making my head get dizzy !" mas Aldi.
"Aarghhh... !!!"
Plaque !
Bugh !
Mas Aldi directly hit Mbak Dita as hard as he could, until his lips bled. Basic man is stressed, his wife is rampaging, instead of calming him instead of playing rough. It's called domestic violence.
"Stop, Aldi ! Stop !" mom shouted furiously. Although it is old, but he exerts all his energy to defend the beloved child.
"Based on a fucking wife ! Husband's dizzy again, even acting crazy like that."
"I don't want to be poor anymore, I don't want to !!!" yelled Mbak Dita getting worse.
Mas Aldi came forward with his hands raised up, ready to land his slap on Mbak Dita's cheek.
"Aldi, don't get hit !" shouting mother.
"Keep punching, you don't know why it's lucky ! It's ugly, now poor again ! I'm not the same as you !" mbak Dita shouted making Mas Aldi growl.
"How dare you say that ?! Wife doesn't know herself !" yell Mas Aldi.
"Enough, Mas Aldi ! Dare you be rude to me, I'll take you to the police !"
Mas Aldi's intentions did hit Mbak Dita, but the mother-in-law got in the way. I don't want mom to do anything. Actually lazy to help Mbak Dita, this is all just for the sake of mother. Do not let both of them be in danger.
"Mom, bring Mommy Dita home. I'll call the driver here first."
...
My driver came, we immediately took mom, Mba Dita and Lea to the car. Let them calm down and rest at mom's house.
"Drink first, ma'am."
"Thank you, Yu."
Not the mother who drank, instead given Mbak Dita. Yes, let it be, Mbak Dita also needs to be considered in a state of shock like this. Just let mom pay attention, I'm lazy.
"Where Are you, Mom ?"
"He's sleeping with Lea. For a while let Dita stay here well, Yu."
"May, but not for long, ma'am. She has a husband, let her husband take care of her.
"You see for yourself her husband is crazy, the danger of being in the same house as Aldi."
"That's what Mama Dita suffered, Mom. So do not be pampered, pas nyungsep poor so shocked."
"But don't like that, Ayu."
The mother-in-law looked annoyed, but she tried to hold back her emotions. Intentionally being sweet, so that I would help. If it wasn't me, who else would be reliable. Look, if I'm upset, I'm staying.
"So I have to say what ? Gini Ma'am, if Mbak Dita is still not clear, we just take him to the mental hospital."
"Lye ! Keep talking !" snapped mom pissed.
"So, I'm given real advice, don't want to."
I just stay in the room. Kiara cried, I forgot to feed her. Beres is feeding Kiara, I call Mas Bagas, let him know the current condition.
"Keep, how are you with your mother, Mas ? Mom's sick, your mom's like depressed. Danger if left alone, Mas."
"Not to be concerned, baby. Ma'am Dita has a husband, about mother, after all, has been on medication."
"Hhmmm, but Mas a-"
"You remember the wife's obligation, baby ? Must be with husband. So, y'all."
"Pity, Mas."
"Let's help money, that's enough. The day after you came home."
Mas Bagas hung up the phone unilaterally. He is not at all worried about the condition of Mbak Dita. Yes, it's wrong, Ma'am Dita himself, likes to make emotions. In the end, this is how no one cares.
***
"Mom, eat !" shouted Mbak Dita rampaging.
Astaghfirullah, I who was packing clothes wanted to go home later in the afternoon, so disturbed.
The sound of plates being slammed, and tantrums filled this house. Since being brought here, Mbak Dita has increasingly shown a strange attitude. Similar characteristics of people otw stress.
"Dye... Ayu.." cried mother banged on the door of the room.
"Why, Ma'am ?"
"We take Dita to the mental hospital alone, the mother is afraid of Dita's behavior."
"Udah Ayu said that from yesterday-yesterday's mother ngeyel, anyway.
"Yes, please take it now."
"Good ah, I'm going back. Asked by Mas Bagas, back to Jakarta. I'm taking Dita's own mother." This is how an Ayu if the fashion males.
Therefore, when people are still giving advice and help is a sign of concern, then appreciate. Do not neglect the love and care that others give. When the person is tired of paying attention, then feel lonely and regret.
"Jeez, please."
"Mom, wake up, Mom."
Mom was resting at my feet, she clasped my feet very strongly, completely unwilling to let go. His eyes glazed over, beginning to drip down his cheeks. Incredible mother's affection for Mbak Dita. Unfortunately, the mother did not knowingly have a child falling Mak Gambreng bint Julid binti rada-rada jerky.
"Yes, yes, yes, let's take it."
Not lethargic or want to be used by mother, I do feel sorry for Dita. Even though he sucks at the legend level, I still can't bear that he's actually going crazy. Poor son, time has a crazy mother. Plus the child in the womb is also entitled to feel the affection of his mother. So, before passing as much as possible treated.
.
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"How's my son, Doctor ?" ask the psychiatrist.
"Relax, Mom, good luck was immediately brought here, insyaallah can be overcome as long as we do several stages of treatment."
"Alhamdulillah."
Thank goodness that Mbak Dita did not get to the mental hospital. The doctor prescribed some medications. Ma'am Dita also has to be routine control.
"Mom, I'm going home tonight" I said when I got home.
"What about ?"
"Yes, I'll take care of it, yeah. But, better leave sam her husband."
"Aldi is fierce, Ayu. I'm afraid Dita's been persecuted."
"This, I can't help much. I know the duty of the wife is to obey the husband. But, I also feel sorry for my mother, yes, although my mother often does not feel sorry for me and Mas Bagas. Gini aja, we go to Mas Aldi's house, bring Mr. RT, make an agreement so that he is not rude anymore with Mbak Dita."
"No need, Yu. You're just here."
"You want help, Mom ? The time to ask for help is even a bargain."
"Yes, I agree."
I feel like an artist, the first time is precious in the presence of my mother-in-law, hehehe. In the past, she didn't want me very much, but now she's afraid of being left behind. That's how life is, sometimes what we really hate becomes a helper, and vice versa.