Imram And Arul And My Solid Team

Chapter 36. Ouch...Why Be a Court Judge Again.?

Three days passed quickly, My son Aryan called me, grimacing in great pain. I panicked and tried to think positively, My son said his stomach hurt a lot, he was afraid of appendicitis, I wanted to see him he forbade, but I quickly prepared to change clothes and just wanted to get out Aryan had come, grimacing pain.

"Mama...Pl-please...Mamma...It is very sakiiit ..My stomach and waist are very sick, my son is lying down and weaving in pain."

I immediately went out to call the nearest midwife and took her home. Fortunately my neighbor is a midwife. He also came and injected my son so as not to be in pain again and gave him a patent medicine.

After being injected and taking medication, the pain disappeared. Aryan wants to go back to school again. I patted my head too.

"What pain did you feel, son, didn't traumatize you..."

Stare at him breathlessly.

"Mama's not sick, Mama, and I have to go to court. "

"What trial, what's more important than your health.."

Trying to hold back anger.

I really do not like his nature that always prioritizes education, rather than his comfort.

The midwife said my son was suffering from maaq Karna always consume yellow rice, which contains coconut milk and recommends eating white rice and fruit only.

The midwife knew Karna had been introgasi Aryan, what food he had been consuming and obtained the cause of his illness, after Aryan told me, if always eat yellow rice every day.

"Darling...Maaq is a dangerous disease, baby, if complications, trigger all chronic diseases son."

But I know my son, I'm not gonna win an argument with him.

"Mama I'm khan already knows the food of his taboo, so I'll avoid the problem Mama I'm the head of the court."

I patted the back seat too

"You..!! Why be a trial judge again, ?the organization alone has not run out of life many organizations again, my dear Mama, Is Karna too busy ? so no time for food to finally get sick."

"Mama I'm very diligent in eating, even three times a day you know, just the fault of yellow rice and Mama's noodles."

"Soul khan I will not win, I can only collect the medicine and store it in a bag, and hug and kiss my forehead. I also had to allow him and think positively that my son would be fine. "

My son went back to college.

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I was stressed and took the phone to try to confide in son Imram, hopefully he replied to her so that this worry was treated.

Message sent.

I also continued the homework, I don't know how many weeks I'm waiting for his reply, Does he not know, how often I see the phone just want to see Wa in, or my message is notif contrast blue. This good boy made me a slightly sane person.

I remember my heart when I first met him, if this cute boy has a girlfriend, he just decided that his girlfriend has a hard time moving on, and he has to find a psychiatrist.

A romantic and bucolic but once angry child breaks the heart of anyone who knows him. Moreover, I have given a special place in my heart, juxtaposing it with my late father and Arul.

I'm the only one who's his friend needs a psychiatrist to forget about him.Especially another woman his age who is his girlfriend, I can only pat my eel, think it makes my head dizzy.

Fortunately this child is not a play boy, if so, Queue us in a psychiatrist practice because it is difficult to move on from him, while he is there eating well, sleeping well, happy and cheerful, happy and cheerful, while we're here crying bombay hard move on from him.

Morning became night, and night became morning again.

I checked my cell phone, searched Imram's name, saw my message with blue taps, and cheered with joy.

His friendly words that I longed for are already embellished in my WA message.

Imram wishes Aryan well, this child is very good I am very moved.

I replied and was very grateful again, mumpung his person again kind, I don't know maybe there is something happy he experienced, finally gave me a bonus by taking the time to reply to my chat.

I also ask that son Imram advise Aryan, so as not to enter too many organizations, especially now he is the chairman of the trial and ask about the extension of Mubes.

Nak Imram replied to Iya Aunty later I told him and explained the meaning of Mubes.

My heart is very peaceful.

"When this good boy has often replied to my chat, but I am still very sad, I am the queen of feeling and my feeling is never wrong.

This good boy of mine won't be what he used to be, he already thinks I'm a broken glass, so it's still gonna crack, and it won't be as whole as it was."

I was sad again, crying Bombay.

"Hurt his heart just as I hurt my sons Aryan and Asrul. He has taken the best place in my heart, remembering that it really makes my eyes sting, "

Finally crying bombay. Conversation's over.

"Day changes, I feel like being a selfish woman who gives discomfort to my good son, I have to let go of this child, right Aryan said, My good boy is uncomfortable with me. I have to think realistically while I'm a Bucin and a compassionate person who can think realistically.

But I started sending videos of my grief and saying goodbye. Even though I'm so unwilling, I'm sure I must be lying to him again, I'm a plain human being who I am.

In the dictionary, son Imram, maybe I thought he was a liar and every time I read my chat he scratched his head very annoyed. I'm a louse in her nice hair, but I'm really a man of steel, and I love you, son, I think you're angry, like Asrul's an angry mother, surely we're very upset that I'm juxtaposing you with Asrul .kayak emoji the emotional breath we give to mom son.

Aaaahh.If we ever had a friend as good as Asrul to be as sincere as he wants, maybe we are also like a mother who dropped self-esteem continue son, son, though the mother is only humble and a good person and it is difficult to forget the kindness of people and it is very difficult to forget this good child of mine.

Whatever people's perceptions, even Nak Imram himself, I'm the most bodo person, I'd rather think about my problems than take care of others.

That kid is so good to me, I don't want to think about anything else, even if he's not the same as he used to be, at least I'm Amira not Imram or anyone else.

I will remain faithful and keep the memory of his kindness to me, in the deep space of my heart, along with the memories of Arul and my father.

It's very hard to trust someone, but if I believe it, no matter how much he hurts me, my patience becomes limitless because I can't be blind, moreover, wanting to forget his kindness was a very long process for me.

All my life I've never been very open to anyone else, except Asrul, and this is only to you my good son..... Imrams. "

I cried Bombay back.

"But I have to let him go, because I love him and I don't want my good son to feel uncomfortable, unhappy. Because I always pray he is always healthy, comfortable and happy.

Patience, son, slowly and surely mother will not bother us anymore, son. I will always try to feel comfortable and happy you son, and immediately eliminate this annoying pest named Amira in your life son."

I also cried Bombay back, being such a cheap woman, never in my dreams let alone crossed my imagination..For this very young boy, you are so shameless Amira.

"If he was in my position, he would cry Bombay, because we are just as kind, caring and loyal.

It's just that I'm the villain in this story."

Seriate

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