Boss My Sister's boyfriend

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"Acika!"

Aunt Hana banged on the door of her pregnant niece's room.

There's no answer.

Anxiously he banged back on the door of the room that was locked tightly by its owner.

"Cantica! Open it!"

Can't wait for him to clench his hands, wanting to break down that door. However, his intentions were stifled by the arrival of Denis, his niece's husband.

"What's up, Auntie?"

Her niece's husband looked tired, Aunt Hana dampened her anger for a moment. Then, ask Denis to call his wife out.

"Denis, please call Cantika out. It's critical. Oh yeah, Denis, Mr. Arya was just escorted to the hospital, looks like a heart attack. Please, Aunt Hana wants to talk to Cantika."

Very rushed without pause Aunt Hana said so to Denis.

The young man immediately nodded, aware of the situation.

"Anyway, open the door. I'm home."

Denis knocked on the door slowly. Before long, the door opened, and Cantika leaned against the door.

"Here, you."

Aunt Hana drags him down quietly, without concern for the confused Denis.

"Now you are sitting in a chair" he said, still holding Cantika's wrist.

Denis obeyed Aunt Hana. Now the three of them were sitting in the middle room chair.

"Auntie knows what happened. Cantika, you've twice put Arya in cardiac arrest. Don't you know that your Papa has been prone to the deadly disease since last year?" Aunt Hana accused Cantika of being bowed.

"You should take care of your parents' emotions! Then what was your problem until all that happened??" asked Aunt Hana in a high tone.

"Say Cantika!" aunt Hana was impatient.

"Auntie, be patient, my wife is pregnant. Please be kind enough to be patient with her, Bi."

Denis tried to calm the tall woman who was being ignited emotions.

"All right, I'm sorry, but he's missing Denis. Anyway, there's one thing you need to know."

Aunt Hana lowered the volume of her voice. He took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly, feeling somewhat relieved the feeling that had been pressing down on the chest.

"What made your parents so emotional?"

Cantika shook her head. Still with a bowed position while stroking his stomach.

"Okay, you envy your brother? Jealousy him? What are you stealing from him?"

Cantika looked up to hear it.

"I don't envy you, just don't feel fair!" the answer is self-defense.

"Both old men aren't fair like what? In fact they always give what you demand, what you ask for, beyond what they give their only biological child!"

The young married couple was shocked to hear it.

Aunt Hana corrected her glasses calmly seeing them shocked at her words. He knows exactly what will happen. But let it be, it is too tired of this curly-haired woman to hear all from Bik Nah, who had been secretly calling her if there was a fight in her sister-in-law's family.

"I mean Auntie, what?!" shout Cantika.

"Emmm Cantika can't, if you don't need to shout hear all this? Until I can explain all these facts?"

Cantika grunted annoyedly. Confused, annoyed, panicked, mixed up in her feelings, but she had to shut her mouth for the woman to explain her words. Denis kept waiting for what Aunt Hana would say, the most assertive person in the family.

"Look, Denis, Cantika. I apologized earlier for being rude. Not to you, but the two parents who have taken care of Cantika in this house are like their own children."

New Cantika will protest hearing it, but was detained by Denis.

"Yes, Cantika is not the biological child of Mr. Arya and Ms. Mareta. He's the son of Pak Arya's best friend's husband who died in a fatal accident when Cantika was 2 months old."

The woman saw the look on the face of shock from her foster niece. But he continued his words.

"Actually I don't have the heart to say it either, but because of my sister-in-law's patience with you who don't know themselves, then I'm the one who can't wait."

"What's the evidence, Bi?" asked Cantika who had gotten wet in both eyes.

Aunt Hana showed me a picture she took in Mareta's drawer while packing her clothes. Pictures of a small baby along with both parents who are completely unknown to Cantika.

"The baby is you, the writing behind it is a scribble from your real mother" Aunt Hana said calmly.

Cantika noticed the photo, it is true that the picture of the baby is him, because it is the same as the photo of the baby on the album. Behind the photo is a beautiful handwriting.

Princess Cantika, 2 months. Our first beautiful daughter. Awang and Gendis.

"Now you know? If you want more evidence, please take a DNA test. I'll bet on everything I say" Aunt Hana challenged.

Cantika could not help but hold back her tears, it seemed like she had trusted Aunt Hana's words. He continued to stare at the image he was holding, until tears welled up the photo.

"Auntie, forgive my wife if there is a bad attitude in the meantime in front of Aunt."

Denis stared hopefully at the woman who had revealed a big secret in the family. Aunt Hana nodded and smiled at him.

Auntie knows you're a good man, Denis.

"Now, it's clear, right? Aunty wants to pack your Mama's shirt."

The woman smiled and left those who were still glued to the middle room chair.

***

In the hospital

My mom was standing in front of the ICU. It was obvious that there was anxiety on his face. Uncle Arga was seen occasionally pacing around without saying a word.

"Ma." I touched Mama's soft shoulder, enough to make Mama turn her head.

We hugged long enough, tried to strengthen each other and release the anxiety that occurred in the heart, but still the anxiety was dwelling.

Papa and Mama-in-law greet Mr. Arga. let me and Mama dissolve in arms. Before long, Surya came after parking the car.

Mama took off her arms and met them, then fell silent again. There is only a prayer in our hearts that we offer to Papa.

Papa and Mama-in-law were in talks with Mr. Arga. It seems they're talking about Papa.

Half an hour waiting outside with an unsettled mind, the doctor finally called Uncle Arga. Why not Mama? I approached the door, with my heart racing, waiting for news from within. Surya approached, embracing me. Suddenly these tears just flowed, she hugged and stroked my head as if knowing my anger.

Uncle Arga came out with reddened eyes, glazed over.

The deg!

What was? What happened to Papa? I wanted to ask, but I can't say it felt like it was stuck in my throat.

Uncle looked at me doubtfully, for a moment. Then approached Mama, spoke softly with Mama, hugged her and burst into tears Mama, a moment later Mama fainted.

"Sir, patient deck ...."

Uncle Arga held Mama down, leaned her on the waiting bench and tried to resuscitate her.

I also could not get close to him. Nah! I can't hear it! Without them saying, I seem to know that this is bad! This is bad news!

I hugged Surya tighter, afraid to get closer to Uncle, Papa and Mama-in-law who was resuscitating Mama.

"Patience, dear." Surya tightened his embrace so I could be strong.

I could not help but sob, fifteen minutes after, the hearse was ready, along with the ICU door opening with several nurses pushing a gurney with someone covered in blankets from head to toe. I hope a miracle happens! God ..., why is all this so fast??? Just now we were happy with my marriage, but today ....

"Father! Papa!! I don't want Papa to die ...."

This mouth was rummaging, as Uncle Arga approached me and whispered something I did not want to hear!

"No, I can't, Surya! Please tell the doctor, do whatever!"

Surya just hugged me while shedding tears.

"Surya, please. Tell the doctor, tell him anything to get Papa back ....!"

"Honey, patience. God loves Papa more. Remember, He will take His best. Papa is his choice. The stoic one, dear ...."

Surya stroked my hair, the hearse was ready to bring Papa back home.

Mama had come to her senses, though still weak to stand. Uncle Arga and Papa-in-law memapah Mama to the car that has been brought Uncle approached.

I wanted to slap my cheek so that I would come to my senses from this nightmare, but it's not a dream! Wake me up God! Cannot .... I haven't felt fully happy Papa! God help me!!

Mama-in-law approached and hugged me with tears. I know he's trying to calm me down too, but this sobbing doesn't subside.

Surya got me into the car, because Uncle, Papa-in-law and Mama had been riding in Uncle Arga's car.

Mama-in-law hugged me all the way home with the hearse that drove Papa.