BRONDY CHARM (Trendy Leaning)

CHAPTER 82: INTO THE CITY

I don't want Dir. Just finish this infusion. Then take mom home to our village only.” Firmly Larsih while staring intently at the stubborn and secretly forced Pras.

It's not just Pras who is stubborn. Mother Dirga also seemed to have no less stone head. Although the infusion tube was still stuck in his hand, he even asked to go home. Although Dirga had previously explained how severe the disease was in his dream.

Dirga really can't make a decision. One side. He clearly wanted healing for his mother. But on the other hand, he did not have much money to finance his mother's treatment. And to receive mercy from a Pras whose wife he had seduced even then, prestige for him.

“Mbak .. sorry to interfere. Please allow my husband to help me in terms of continuing treatment in the city. Many things can be achieved there, the first is healing mbak, also Dirga lectures that he can sambi. Until I am properly healed. Maybe that's what Mas Pras meant earlier.” Although not asked, Mutia tried to interpret the meaning of her husband's conversation with Lasrih which had not been clear since. Didn't Mutia not briefly married with Pras, of course she better understand the meaning of her husband's stingy talk.

“Dir .. if you want to go back to the city to run your lecture. Yes Please. And mom will return to the village only, there is Desta and Dita who will accompany mom at home.” Dirga's mother's orders are still in her stubborn fashion.

“Lar .. enough Dervish that I did not have time to notice. Do not let me ignore you, but now you are in front of me. You will be my responsibility.” Back Pras voice on air.

“I'm none of you. And you don't have to be responsible for anything for me and my family.” Larsih spoke in a somewhat soft tone of voice, enduring the chest pain that came back. Yes it is Larsih, who despite his illness still abstains from pity.

But the hardness of his heart was precisely the effect on the stability of his health. His heart was too fast to race. This caused her to deteriorate until she fainted. And it was precisely in use Pras to immediately move him to a hospital in their home city. As per Pras plan.

Now they are truly on their way to the city. With a different car. Because Dirga and his mother used an ambulance complete with medical equipment as well as nurses who were in charge of monitoring the condition of Dirga's mother.

“Ayank .. I lost face with Om Pras. My wife is disturbing me. Now she has to cover the cost of mother care. Be a poor Brondong, yank.” On the way, Dirga still had time to type a message for the Women of his idol, Mutia. Dirga's mother's heart was sick, apparently memembert to the brain of her eldest son who was still sableng.

“Thank God you know shame. So stop chasing Pras' wife, because I don't need to explain. That I am a widow is not necessarily I want to be with you.” Reply Mutia to Dirga, All of you he asserted that in his heart it was no place for the rancid brondong.

“Ayank don't want to be with me, because I'm poor?” dirga continued, feeling that Mutia was willing to serve him.

“You are rich too I still love mas Pras.” Mutia replied more firmly.

“Hah .. I'm kasian at all ayank. Must live long with people in the class of the statue, even like to force his will. Rich anyway... but aunt sure all this time happy with him?” Dirga was still trying to seduce Mutia to gobble her up.

Pulling and then breathing out rough. Indeed Mutia was only pretending to be happy all this time. He promised himself that he would marry only once. And will always try to learn to fall in love with the man God sent to be her husband. Not many paths to happiness. Wouldn't it be better to focus on what makes you happy. Pras is already the father of his children. It can't be that easy as Mutia changed the father figure for her two children. Especially if the one who replaced him was just a rancid brondong like Dirga. Too far for him to start all over from zero back.

“Why delegate, what are you thinking?” pras suddenly realized that the wife next to him was engrossed in her cell phone, which then seemed to think of something heavy.

“Not thinking of anything.” His lie.

“Mas .. if tired. We'll just change to drive it. Tomorrow mas have to work, it has been too long to relax.” Fresh Mutia, as if she was very [attention to her husband. In fact, just diverting the issue alone, fear of being discovered if what is in his mind now is not only Pras, tapia da Dirga as well.

“Thanks, no need.” Tuh kaaan, who was kayaking with Pras kalp with Mutia, different from Larsih.

Arriving at the destination hospital, Larsih has been handled well by the medical team who have read Larsih's medical record. For a while, Larsih was only in the IGD room for observation and waiting for the cardiologist on duty to come.

“Om .. thank you for bringing mom here.” Dirga still felt the need even obliged to say thank you to his mother's best friend.

“Already, take good care of your mother. Cost business you don't have to think about it, all the responsibility Om. But, sorry. Om can't always come take care of your mother. Now even your aunt and om, will return home.” Pamit Pras on Dirga without stale bases.

“Iya Om. Once again thank you.” Dirga replied politely and respectfully. As if he was a sweet and polite child. In fact, he is a country with a garong cat.

Dirga's mother was conscious, but her eyes felt heavy to open. Maybe the influence of drugs that certainly force him to always be sleepy and want to sleep. That made him not have time to discuss anything to Dirga who is always in his new nursery. Until a new day he did not realize had come.

Hospitals that now deal with Dirga's mother's disease are indeed much more complete and have a medical team that is certainly more reliable than the previous one. Even the schedule of Lasrih heart ring installation surgery has been published. And ready to install.

“Dir .. why did you approve of my mother being brought here? You know how much Pras will spend for mom. Definitely expensive. You really don't know yourself. Why don't you just let mom die, instead of receiving kindness from the man whose wife you hug.” Apparently only Lasrih's heart was sick, but not with her memory and brain. He still remembered very well how Mutia and Dirga had embraced in the nursing room earlier.

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