Destiny Love

Plan

...بِسْــــــــــــــــــــــمِ اللّهِ الرَّحْمَنِ الرَّحِيْم...

..."If the heart is both able to receive with a chest. I'm sure everything will be beautiful in time."...

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It only takes about a day to stay in the hospital, because I do not want to linger in that place. Enough bedrest at home, after all, I also feel better and can go back to activities as usual. Although it must be limited, because I do not want the events that happened to me yesterday to be repeated.

Now Bagas has been working as before, and I am alone at home. Boring, there is no other activity than watching television and enjoying jars of potato chips. It's been so good my life, just a foot barge and a monthly buck would land seamlessly into the bag.

For a moment I can enjoy the role of wife and housewife. In contrast to the first time in the early days of marriage, only inner pressure that I feel. Now it's better, gradually Bagas began to melt and not too hard like a rock. Thank God, the fruit of patience is finally able to lakumai as well.

"Assalamualaikum."

My activities were busy watching the television series was stopped when I heard the sound of greetings sourced from outside. Immediately I rushed to open access to the guest.

"Wa'alaikumusalam," I answered a little sniffly, for it was Bian's face that now filled the nether. Why else would that man visit my residence?

"You want something else, Mom?" many sarcas.

"Today I'm going to the airport" he answered, making my forehead fold.

"Yes on?"

He took a deep breath and slowly breathed it out. "Mother's company, the condition is less fit, I'm afraid something will happen if you go home alone," he explained.

"I can't get out without Mas Bagas' permission," as I look for an excuse. I don't want to go back to dealing with Bian, even if there's a mother in our midst. But the other side of me churned in disagreement, along with worrying about mother's condition.

"Yes, you called Mas Bagas first, I wait," he said.

"But, kan—"

"Hurry up, Btari, I don't want to miss the plane just because of you," it's always a pretty high note. It's not Bian once, he's never spoken to a volume like that.

Without a word I immediately took the device that was in the pocket of the game, trying to contact Bagas through a cellular call. But until many times I tried, not a little fruitful, Bagas was reluctant to lift it.

"So lifted up, Mas, I don't want to go without permission from Mas Bagas," I said hoping Bian could understand and understand.

But my little heart was worried about my mother, she must be exhausted from taking care of me all day yesterday in the hospital. And now his youngest son is leaving, but he can't deliver. It is a dilemma once.

The ringing sound of incoming messages scattered all the chaos of the heart, I immediately read the message.

...Mas Bagas's...

What was?

Ya

Only two letters are given by Bagas. It is truly a man of the north pole, cold untouched.

"Wait a minute, Mom," I said immediately shut the door and rushed back to change clothes. If it wasn't for mom I wouldn't have wanted to let Bian go, just a waste of time and effort.

After feeling quite decent and polite I went straight out to meet Bian who I had left at the door. It is not unknown ethics and etiquette to guests, but it should be like that. I don't want to cause slander for accepting a male guest without a side by side from my own husband. That's a red zone I can't break.

"Sorry old," I said in pleasantries, just a small nod and a thin twig that Bian gave.

He walked first to get to the taxi that my mother was riding. Unexpectedly he opened the car door for me, I was silent for a moment until I finally landed the body on the mother's side. Bian sits beside the wheel.

"Thank you, son, sorry to bother you," greeted mother after I kissed the back of her hand. I smiled and said, "Yes, Mom, don't apologize. Not taking nicotine."

The car we were riding started to slide and along the way I had a lot of conversations with my mother. Another thing with Bian who had been silent earlier. Just leave it like that, I'm more comfortable if he doesn't open his voice. I assume that man never existed.

"Mom should rest enough to not drop again, sorry I well, must be tired because I took care of me all day yesterday," said I who he reply to the ring.

"So, this is a physical mother who is not as healthy as before, the older age is more easily tired too," he denied by being accompanied by thin joints.

"And you have to take care of your health there, do not forget to tell Mom if you have arrived. Must be able to take care of yourself, inget if you are wandering in the city of people," said Bian angguki's direct mother.

"Yes, Mom, Bian has taken all of Mom's messages. You also have to take care of your health here, I tipped Mother well, Btari," he said while giving me confidence. Without being asked, I would be happy to take care of him and care for him.

There is no more discussion because this four-wheeled vehicle has stopped right in the airport lobby. I immediately went down and helped my mother, it was very visible that she was still weak and needed enough rest. His face was also pale.

"Mom wants to go to the bathroom for a while well, you just wait here," he said, which I obviously immediately reply to the deck.

"I drive to the bathroom, I'm afraid Mom's doing anything else there," I said, worried about her situation.

Mom smiled thinly. "Father, I can be alone, you do not have much road and heavy work, Btari. I don't want to be bad things to happen to you and your future grandchildren."

There's no more refutation I can give, because what this says is true. My body is still weak and needs extra attention.

"I'll take Mom and Mas Bagas." Bian's words made me look at him quickly. We sat down two empty seats.

"You said rich people want to go far and not go back and forth, Mas. Occasionally, you can tengokin mother with your brother," he said, who even replied with a bitter smile by him.

"I won't be back here again, I promised you. Now it's time for me to lose the same Mas Bagas. You have every right to be happy without my shadow anymore" said Bian, making some of my little hearts a little claustrophobic.

"Hopefully you can find another happiness there, and also a companion figure who can really accept you as you are. A woman who is better than me, and can love you more" I pray with hope.

Bian smiled thinly and guaranteed. "Thank you, Btari. Sorry because it was once the reason behind the suffering and suffering you feel. I hope you and Mas Bagas can live together and be happy."