Husband Setting

Husband Setting
Take Care of Him for Me



"Please take care of my brother, Din ...." Finally they arrived at what Ranu's goal was to call this time. "I don't know what happened there because aunt Nina and om Rio didn't say anything to me, just saying that Jen's sister is sick right now and a little worried because she's pregnant right now. And I'm sure it's not as simple as a sick pregnant person ...." Ranu stopped to give himself a pause to breathe. Her chest felt tight considering that she was the only place to share her brother. They are open in everything without exception. Including his feelings for Darren, though still he disguises his curses well.


Dinka fell silent, as much as she did not like what Ranu had just thrown at her. However, what Dinka dislikes more is that Ranu puts all his disappointments and wounds away after hearing that his brother is not okay. It was as if nothing had happened between them before. Either this is because of the noble heart of his best friend or because he complicates matters too much. Doesn't everything look simple, admit, after all he has been wrong. Worse, she thickens her dislike by pinning down many absurd reasons and looking around for Jen's faults and shortcomings. Then blinded her eyes, she ignored Jen's not-so-dizzy attitude to what she had done to her.


"City ...."


"Yes ...." Revelations. When Ranu's voice drags her forcibly back from the drifting reverie. "I'll—what?" Dinka snorted, until she herself was surprised by her screeches just now. "Em—I mean ... what's not simple, Ran?" Dinka rushes through all her exaggerated speech and reactions. At once, he realized something was wrong with his friend's request. Until a distant sibling also knows Jen's state, it's not all that simple when a virus that's not as worrisome as he read in an article invades a pregnant woman's body. Indeed, Dinka immediately found out how the virus worked, then he closed his eyes when someone said it could be turned off with a routine and ongoing treatment. But I don't know, he's been busy lately and he doesn't have time to think about anything else.


"I'm a grapevine, look like my parents are covering something up. I've been horrified om and aunty said, that the babies of Jen sister can not last long due to an illness. I just hope you're okay and have a happy day. I didn't quite hear, Din .. I was kind of surprised when you asked me back, you should know better than I do, right?"


"Em .. yes, I know .. I mean you were there not long ago but ... Your words are a bit strange in my ear, if you come home later, if you go home later, you can't talk to me anymore?" Dinka bites her lips, realizing how poor her knowledge of her sister-in-law's circumstances is. In retrospect, he didn't even know anything at the moment.


Across the street, Ranu seemed to be laughing. "Yes, I never used that name, right, Din .. so you should not be surprised again, if I use formal language later ... after all there is aunty Nina who still often use Javanese when nagging to om Rio. They sometimes use me also when arguing, just calm down .. I will not forget."


Just this time, Dinka runs out of words while talking to Ranu, probably because her brain starts detecting fatal errors in her past actions to Jen. Is this really all because of him?


Telak already Dinka tonight, he's like cornered and has no choice but to just say yes, for the sake of their friendship. However, he also did not know what way he would use to approach his sister-in-law. Apologizing? Basi ... he would look like less convincing if he used that excuse. After all, it's not that easy to apologize, is it? His mistake was too great to forgive easily, and he was well acquainted with the attitude of his brother-in-law.


Dinka slammed her body hard on the bed. All are up and running. "Is everything going to be done with an apology? Tanna just ended up horrible, but they were very close friends."


Dinka sighed loudly, her head was throbbing horribly, her chest was pounding uncomfortably as if someone was squeezing its contents tightly. This is his fault!


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