Charm Wife Titipan

89. Where's That Paper?

Seeing the blood coming out a lot made Nimas yell, "Bi, Auntie please call an ambulance!"

Nimas panicked, he tried to wake Ms. Marissa by giving a pat on the cheek, but the result was nil. A split second later, the housekeeper Nimas shouted at came in with the same panic when he saw Miss Marissa lying on Nimas' lap.

"Astaghfirullah, No. Mother why?"

"Fall down the stairs. Please call an ambulance, Bi!"

The woman who was called Bi, immediately left Nimas and Ms. Marissa quickly.

Nimas waited with a firm heart and prayed that all was well. For a moment he forgot something that made his mother-in-law fall. He doesn't remember what Ms. Marissa brought and hid so well.

After waiting for some time, an ambulance came, Ms. Marissa was immediately appointed to be taken by health workers, while Nimas returned upstairs to pick up the bag. Not forgetting she told her husband to go home even for a moment.

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"How's Mama doing, Deck?" Shaka came in with disordered breath as he ran around pushing his father's wheelchair.

"Mama's hand had a broken bone, there was a knock on his head, but thankfully it wasn't severe, it was only injured on the outside and nothing happened on the inside."

"How did you fall? Mama, right since Papa is sitting in a wheelchair has rarely gone up and down stairs, Dek. What's he going to do upstairs?"

Hearing the question from her husband made Nimas' eyes instantly slightly open. He only realized that he had forgotten something that made him chase after Ms. Marissa.

"Dad!" Shaka repeated his call because he never got an answer to his question.

"Ha, huh? I don't know, either, Mom. I came back from the garden next to Mama's house lying below. Yeah, maybe Mama misses her old room."

Mr. Malik who had been silent since, finally invited them to immediately enter the room. He wanted to see his wife. Although in his true heart he also thought the same thing as Shaka, he tried to ignore it for a moment. His wife's situation is much more important now.

"Shaka, don't ask Mama how she falls down the stairs if she rarely goes upstairs. Don't ask how you can fall. Just focus on the situation." Mr. Malik reminded for a moment before entering the room.

The wheelchair returned as soon as Shaka replied with a nod. Ms. Marissa had been sitting on the bed with a face that was still pale because before she fell she already felt a headache.

"Hm, Mama's hand is now held. Head on the bandage, who's taking care of Papa? The road was slow. The age is not young, if there is anything healing. Is there any pain other than the same hand that bandaged head? Good thing it's just an external wound, if there's a wound inside how did Papa try?"

"Yes his name is misfortune who can avoid it anyway, Pa. It came, all of a sudden."

Ms. Marissa defended herself, hoping that no one would ask her how she fell down the stairs. The husband and son must have known that he had fallen down the steps of Nimas. And talking about Nimas, Ms. Marissa remembered the examination results that she had brought and now she was thinking about how the fate of the paper. He remembered the object had slipped out of his hand while free-falling from the stairs.

The next day Miss Marissa kekeh asked to go home because she felt she was much better. In addition, he also worried about the object he had brought back into the hands of Nimas. Even the more he worried about the paper fell into Shaka's hands.

As soon as she got home, Ms. Marissa went around the house to see her domestic assistant, perhaps the woman found the results of Nimas's examination while cleaning the house.

"Find Aunt. He said he wanted food. Don't know what food." Shaka replied with a gaze that focused on his laptop. The man seemed to have been lazy to come to the office when it was past the time of departure.

Nimas soon caught up with the woman who was his mother-in-law while walking towards the backyard. The accident that had just happened to Ms. Marissa made Nimas put aside the war that occurred between them. Actually Nimas also did not resent or hate him, he fought only as a form of protection for himself. Nimas seemed to have completely forgotten one thing from yesterday's events. He forgot, he had not found the thing that Ms. Marissa had brought. Until now Nimas forgot and did not know what he was carrying.

"What's your mom looking for?"

"Auntie." Ms. Marisa answered briefly not even looking at the one who asked the question.

"You want what, Ma? What would mom eat? Let me make it for Mama."

"No, you'll poison later." Ms. Marissa continued the steps that had stopped.

"Astaghfirullah, Ma. If I wanted to do that, I wouldn't have to wait now. I've been doing it a long time." Nimas followed in Marissa's footsteps. "After all, only a fool puts poison in the cooking of the person who asks him for food."

"Can't you just keep following me?" Ms. Marissa suddenly drifted back and made Nimas slightly jerked in surprise.

"Yes, if you say what you want to eat, I automatically do not follow Mama. I'm cooking for Mama."

"Don't pretend to be nice and caring. Don't forget your attitude the last few days to me. Don't be two-faced!"

"Oh God, Ma. Let's get rid of that first. Who else would take care of my mom if not me? Papa is sick, Mas Shaka is looking for money, at least continue our hostility after Mama is healthy and can hit me with Mama's right hand."

Marissa was silent, and Nimas was right. He could not take good care of himself if one of his hands was carried and bandaged like he is today.

"Yes, I usually cook fried rice." Ms. Marissa was forced to lie to avoid Nimas following her continuously.

"Yes, I'm masakin. Come on in here."

"You need to take a walk to the backyard. Want to see the ijo-ijoan. Bosen, it's the same don't follow me!"

To avoid a longer fight, Nimas finally agreed to Ms. Marissa's request. While the woman immediately ran small to continue her journey.

A few steps into the backyard, Ms. Marissa discovered the existence of Bibi who was sweeping and cleaning the dried flower leaves that were still attached to the twigs.

"Did you see the paper around the stairs? Maybe you found it sniffling or mopping or something?"

"No ma'am, I found nothing, either on the floor around the stairs or in the corner of the house."

Ha's? Where did the paper go, had it not been found by Nimas?