Hold on or let go!

The Eps 26

Mak's operating schedule will be done soon. The anxiety, the stubbornness and the essence of all the feelings clashed with each other in my heart.

"Pulp neng. God willing, the operation is smooth."

Alby rubbed my shoulders slowly. And sure enough, there was a sense of calm after her. I pray a prayer in my heart.

Alby looked at the operating room door. He could have calmed his wife, but he himself could not have mastered her gloom.

It's been a j passed, there's no sign of the operation being completed yet.

"Neng, Aa to musholla first yes. Want to pray Dhuha!", said Alby.

"Yes A, Bia just wait here." Alby nodded then kissed my head briefly before he actually went to the musholla.

More than twenty minutes passed, and Aa had not returned. Until two men approached me.

"Mrs Bia!", call someone. That guy's clothes look neat. I'm sure he's a rich man. But why does he know me? And the other guy, looking at me with a look, I don't know, but he looks like a well-dressed father.

"Yes me, who are you?", I asked.

Alby's wife is prettier than my daughter! Batin Hartama's.

Oh, my God, Alby, did you sacrifice an angel like this? Inner Sapto. He looked at Bia from head to toe. Loose gamis but with a not too big bergo covering his body that is not too high.

"I am Hartama!", replied the man.

I'm nodding.

"Do you know me?", asked me again.

Mr. Hartama smiled faintly.

"Yet, but I know your husband."

"Eum.Then, wait for him sir. Still dhuha prayers like that."

Hartama smiled thinly.

"Oh yeah, did you sign the paper that Alby gave you?"

"Paper?", ask me again.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Oh, yes sir. So, you're my husband's employer?", guess me.

"Rubber! Can you give me that paper? I'll have my men fill out the form."

"But wait sir, looks like something ...?"

"Darling?", Alby grabbed my shoulder. I don't want to look him in the face.

"Master? mang Sapto's? Inhere? Since when?", asked Alby stuttered.

"Not long ago By. How about?", asked Hartama.

"Sorry sir, what is how?", asked Alby puzzled.

"Maybe Mak A operation. Thanks for the help sir. God willing, we'll take it out soon."

"Pick it up?", asked Hartama to me.

"Eum... isn't it my husband owes you for my in-laws' operating expenses?"

Hartama chuckled softly.

"Give me that paper Alby!", Hartama said. Alby hesitates to take the map inside his backpack.

But finally, he gave it to Hartama.

He grabbed the paper, then sat down on one of the benches. After that I saw him put the stamp and add a little bit of my signature.

"Sorry sir, you seem too pushy right. I'll pay off my mother-in-law's medical debt as soon as I know the nominal later."

Hartama didn't bully me. He wrote with the pen in his hand for a while.

I saw Alby scooping his face in frustration. I don't understand that.

After finishing the writing, Mr. Hartama photographed me with a paper in front of me.

"Sorry sir, it looks like something is seriously wrong here!"

"of course! I don't need any money from you."

"What do you mean, sir?"

"I need your husband, to make me my daughter-in-law. My daughter likes your husband."

"Oh my God!", I shut my mouth. I turned my eyes to my husband. He looks really fucked up.

"Nega sir."

"What isn't? You've even signed an agreement if you allow your husband to legally remarry with my daughter."

"Ngga sir. This is fraud, I will report this to the authorities. You cheated me."

"Sssst. Your husband remains your husband, you just need to share with my daughter. My only daughter who is younger than you her minister made her second?"

"Astaghfiullah! Aaa! Say this is not really A!", I shook my husband's shoulder. But Alby held me in his arms. She was crying. I know what that cry means. So right, Alby lied to me to get my autograph.

"All right! Please Aa marry Aa's employer's son! But divorce Bia!", I said loudly.

"Astaghfirullah. Until whenever Aa will not divorce neng. Aa love Bia, love Bia!"

"You're in love with Bia, Aa won't be like A. Lying to me! Using my stupidity for always believing in you?"

"Unlike you think neng!", Alby rousing my shoulder again. But I slightly rewinded my body.

"Aa must neng. You know, why this hospital refused to accept Mak?", asked Alby.

Yeah, stupidly I didn't ask that before. With a matter of minutes, that decision changed.

"I did it Miss Bia!", said Hartama casually on his stool. Mang Sapto looked compassionately at the couple. His employer was so outrageous.

"So?"

"So??? So yes, I control this hospital. If they don't follow my word, I can withdraw my shares here and this hospital will go bankrupt. How's it?"

"Astaghfirullah!", I sat down weakly.

"Miss! By Allah, Aa is in love" Aa holds both of my shoulders.

"Deliver!"

"Miss. Please listen to Aa's explanation. Aa did this for the sake of Mak's healing. You understand this situation dear!", said Alby.

"What circumstances? By force?"

I wiped away the rough tears that ran down my cheeks.

"What's? From the beginning Bia has offered assistance so that Mak as soon as possible in surgery. But aa always rejects him under the pretext of 'self-worth' Aa at stake in front of the Bia family. But now? What about this you still want to raise your self-esteem A? Answer!"

"Bia!", cried Alby.

"What's? Is there something wrong with my word A? Whahuh? Try saying! Is this what you say self-worth? You would rather sell your pride to someone else than receive help from me, your own wife. I never even asked you to give it back to me. Say A? How much do we sell your pride to Mr. Hartama!"

Plakkkkp!

The slap landed on my cheek. This is the first time my husband has done this.

My tears are shed. I wiped the former husband's hard slap.

Mang Sapto rubbed his chest while beristighfar.

"Bia..!", Alby approached me again. I saw my son crying again.

"Asaafin Aa neng. Sorry Aa hit you. Sorry!", he said again.

"Your slap is indeed a sick A. But Bia's heart hurts more", I pressed my chest.

"Neng..!", old Alby grabbed me again. But I'm pulling my body back.

"How should I pay your price A? How much???!!!", snapped at me. I don't care how many people stare at our drama. My lyricist Mr. Hartama seems to enjoy the show between me and my husband.

"You are satisfied to do this to my family, Mr Hartama?", I asked him.

"Eum..of course! I haven't married your husband to my daughter!"

It hurts! Pain in my chest that I can no longer draw.

I shook my head slowly. Little by little I moved away from them. I left them. I need some time alone. Alby really made me go back to feeling tremendous pain.

"Bij.... Bia....!", call Alby to approach his wife. But at the same time, Dr. Sakti came out of the operating room. Alby abandoned his intention to pursue his wife.

"How was my mother's operation doc????"

*****

So, how about a conflict, right? He said don't be too long-winded 😝.

Btw sorryto the genitals and hal2 that don't make sense huh. Please! Mamak's ability is still below average2.

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