I'm taking you off, Mas!

Meaningless And Unuseful

Yara walked into Mr. Setyo's room slowly and carefully. He did not interfere with his in-law's rest. But when Yara opened the door, she saw that Mr. Setyo was looking at the door. He winked his eyes at Yara.

Although not talking Yara understands what it means.

"Mr, healthy?" Sapa Yara who was shaking the middle-aged man's hand.

Again just a blink of an eye that Yara got.

Yara quickly sat herself on the bench next to the bed. Without further ado, Yara quickly expressed her intentions that she had said before to Mr. Setyo.

"Yara is going to the city today, Yara asked permission and ridho from the father" Yara said slowly.

Unable to hold back the sadness, Yara shed her tears in front of Mr. Setyo.

"I'm sorry Yara, sir. Sorry if it all went like this. It may be true, mother ... Yara is a trouble-shooter for the father's family" Yara said, bowing her shoulders up and down in tears.

"Maybe it's time for Yara to take responsibility for this disaster!" Yara looked up again to Mr. Setyo

the one who glazed over looked at him.

"Father get well soon! God willing, the Father will continue to seek treatment. You don't have to worry about costs. Yara will already give money to save Mas Afkar for treatment, Father!"

It appears that Mr. Setyo slightly shook his head. Yara understood a little response from Mr. Setyo.

"If Mas Afkar were here, he would agree, sir! Yara is also sincere. As long as you can recover again," said Yara while holding the hand of Mr. Setyo who began to look thin. His weight has quickly deteriorated since the incident, difficulty eating and difficulty sleeping was experienced by Mr. Setyo. Maybe he was worried about Afkar.

"It's good that if you do that, you should help with the treatment, father!" The chirps of Bu Nuri who suddenly entered the room with a bowl of porridge in her hand.

Bu Nuri was about to feed Mr. Setyo, He told Yara to get up from her seat so she could change to sit there.

"Try moving!" Sentak Bu Nuri's. Her in-laws were directly sitting on the bench that Yara had occupied.

Yara got up from her two, watching what Bu Nuri was going to do.

"Ah, yes, Mom! Sorry, Yara doesn't know!" Yara immediately did what Bu Nuri told her to do, helping Mr. Setyo so that his head was slightly raised and stuck with a pillow.

"Don't know, so stay here if the husband isn't around. It's instead coming home, intentionally yes, living there without a husband. Let's get together with other men" said Bu Nuri.

"Astaghfirullahalazim, Mom. Why think like that? Yara could do that. The reason Yara rarely comes here is because Yara's responsibilities are the same as the neighboring orders, yesterday Yara just finished everything, because Yara today will go to the city. Yara did not want to abandon that responsibility" Yara replied.

"You dare now chimed in mother's words, yes!" Bu Nuri shook her head. "It turns out your attitude is actually Ayara!" Bu Nuri stood up with a bead of eyes that stared intently at Yara.

"Oh my God, Mom. Sorry, that's not what Yara meant by chiming in. But Yara just straightened out what I thought was bad for Yara. Sorry to offend you." Yara was about to touch Bu Nuri's hand to apologize. But the pats from her in-laws were so rough that Yara staggered a little for it.

Heard a commotion happening again inside the room. Mira quickly stepped there. His steps stopped for a moment. He told Dhiya to let the girl go to the side of the house to see the workers who were drying the grain there.

"Dhiya, you go to the side of the house first, yes! Maen same Uncle Yono.

Dhiya nodded slowly then immediately turned her body to walk to the side of the house. Dhiya was very happy while helping Uncle Yono collect the dried grain into the sack. Every time the little girl does. The kung always forbid. He said, the grain is merang if not milled. Could itch later.

Now, Dhiya was delighted that no one was banning. Eyang Kung was lying weakly on the bed. The girl walked cheerfully towards Uncle Yono.

Seeing Dhiya go away. Mira went into the room.

"What's up, Mom? Why should I speak in such a high tone? Mom's voice was heard until she left the room!" Mira asked as she entered the room where the door was already open.

Yara could only bow her head holding back miserably. She truly felt meaningless and useless in the middle of her husband's family.

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