Charm Wife Titipan

90. Paper Falling in the Wrong Hands

"What cooking?" Shaka who heard the sound of a pan and his friends took his feet to the kitchen and found his wife there.

"Mom Ask for fried rice usually."

"Where is the guy now?"

At the same time, Ms. Marissa came. He smelled the aroma of Javanese fried rice which became his favorite food from her still girl. Great and appetizing aroma. Ms. Marissa admitted, Nimas never fails to cook something, as far as Nimas lives in his house and helps with kitchen affairs, Nimas cuisine tastes good and adds to the appetite.

"Mama's been walking? The fried rice is so, where do you want to eat? Dining table or in the middle room? Mama's favorite show has started, right?"

Ms. Marissa then glanced at the wall-mounted clock. Ah right also, her favorite drama has started, Inner Lady Marissa then walked towards the middle room without saying a single word.

"Sorry Mama, yes. Actually Mas is also disappointed and angry if you are treated like this, but Mas still has no way to make Mama change."

"It's okay, Mom. Mama will change if her heart is already knocked. We cannot change a person when he is still closed, still stiff, still maintaining his wrong assumptions. Its nothing. Right now, I need to add patience. Mama is sick, if I am impatient and not self-conscious, Mama no one will take care of her later. Right now, Mama's nothing to help, right? But Papa couldn't help much either. If I don't take care of you, who else? Just calm down, I'm fine."

"Thank you for all your attention and understanding. You can take care of both parents, but you also have to take care of your health, do not get sick. Or Mas will actually hire a nurse for all of you."

Yes, Nimas who felt he was still able to supervise and care for both of them was reluctant to use the services of nurses. He insists on taking care of her himself, if that were the case, Shaka would have a hard time if not succumbing.

"Yes, Mas. Yeah, I bribed Mama first. What do you want for lunch? Rarely do you have lunch at home on weekdays."

"What aja, Dek. Cook what you want, you will eat. I'm gonna take a shower, sultry."

Nimas then approached his mother-in-law who had focused on his television. Nimas sat down next to her and began to greet Ms. Marissa.

"I ate it myself."

"Can't eat with your left hand, ma. Mumpung's still warm on his rice." Nimas still kept his spoon in front of his mother-in-law's mouth.

Marissa had to open her mouth. The bribe after bribe that Nimas painstakingly gave apparently unconsciously made the fried rice.

Ms. Marissa looked closely at Nimas's face as her daughter-in-law fed him a glass of water. A shady face that appears soft, if viewed carefully and up close. Whether or not Nimas treats Ms. Marissa like his own mother.

"After this Mama rests, yes. Mama hasn't taken a break from home yet, has she?" Nimas gave some medicine from the hospital. I don't know why Miss Marissa this time just complies.

After taking some of her medicine, Ms. Marissa entered the room accompanied by Nimas. It looks like Mr. Malik who is also slumbering with his nap. Nimas just escorted him from the door and passed after Ms. Marissa entered.

"What a hell are you taking a bath for, Mom?"

The hot and sultry atmosphere seems to be delicious if enjoyed with a glass of cold drink. When he was about to start work, the ballpoint pen that Shaka was about to wear fell and rolled down the sofa.

Inevitably Shaka fingered under the sofa to look for the small object. A few seconds of groping, not the ballpoint pen he found, something else, like a sheet. Shaka finally took the folded sheet.

"What paper is this?" Shaka opened the fold of the paper.

Not yet had time to read the contents of the sheet, Nimas suddenly took it from the hands of her husband.

"Kok take it? Not polite, Dek. Give me back the paper." Shaka raised his hand, he just read him a word from the writing on the paper. The word hospital made Shaka want to know what the contents of the paper were.

While Nimas himself actually did not know what paper he seized. Just follow his instincts. Somehow Nimas did not want Shaka to see the contents of the paper. He was a little worried with the memory that suddenly appeared in his head about something that Ms. Marissa brought yesterday.

"It doesn't matter, Mom. It's not a paper thing. Looks like this is Bryan's paper learning to count yesterday. I'll throw it away."

"Bryan's count paper? I saw the hospital writing. Are you starting to lie to me? See, Deck if it doesn't matter." Shaka's hands were still in the same position.

Nimas was silent, he was thinking hard how to distract Shaka from this paper. Fortunately, he arrived on time, although Shaka found the examination paper, he had not had time to read it.

"Dec, I see." I don't know how many times Shaka repeated the sentence. "What are you hiding from me, Mom?"

"Nothing, Mom. How could I possibly hide something from you?"

Shaka said nothing, he moved his scale closer to his wife. However, the more Shaka approached, the more Nimas retreated his steps. This continued until Nimas' back hit the stairs. At that moment Numas was a little off guard and Shaka managed to snatch the paper.

Nimas's heart beat was pounding more and more. A cold sweat suddenly drenched his forehead as Shaka read the rows of letters on the paper he was holding.

A while later, Shaka raised his head to face Nimas the woman was unable to say anything other than the word 'Mas' very softly.

"Why are you doing this, Deck? Why don't you jump? Why not the same permission? Don't talk yet, you still think of me as a husband, right?"

Nimas' throat felt choked, his tongue felt twisted and difficult to work with. Even to say the defense sentence that had been the reason for him all this time hiding something this big also felt evaporated.

"Mas listen to me first." Nimas said the sentence with great difficulty and his mouth trembled.

Shaka was silent for a while, knowing this made him angry. Fortunately, his logic still works well. Seeing Nimas sacrifice for his family, as much as possible he tried to suppress his emotions so that he did not issue harsh words that could hurt his feelings.

"We're going to the room now!" Shaka walked through Nimas just like that.