Love Above the Wounds

Fitri Starts to Fidget

Fitri was stunned when the middle-aged woman he saw and people called him Mak Acih slammed the door hard when Fitri came to his rented house.

Whereas before Fitri had never known the woman at all, but why was he so afraid when he saw Fitri.

Fitri then stepped away from the simple rented house, he then sat in front of a grocery stall, just wanted to ask who Mak Acih and his daughter really were.

"Would you like to meet Mak Acih or Tata?" ask the mother who owns the stall.

"Mak Acih does not seem to like visiting guests, I was immediately closed the door Mom!" fitri.

"Then anyway? Though if here Mak Acih is friendly people you know, it used to be a year ago before he was sick with lungs, he often tuh help people who want to give birth, just pay him seikhlasnya, just pay him seikhlasnya, just because he's sick, he's got no more work!" obviously the mother owns the kiosk.

"Are they really living here for a long time?" ask Fitri.

"Yes maybe a year later, or two years I forgot, anyway the Tata has become mute, said Mak Acih Tata used to talk, he was in an accident so mute!" answer The Mother.

Trings ... Trings ... Trings

There was a call coming in from Fitri's phone. Mang Salim called him.

On Fitri's phone there were also some missed calls from Dicky.

Fitri then began to wipe the screen of his phone.

"Hello ..."

"Hello Mbak Fitri, this is me already in front of the flower shop, Where is Mbak Fitri??" ask Mang Salim.

"Lho, how fast is Mang?" ask Fitri back.

"Anu Mbak, the doctor told me to immediately pick up Mbak Fitri, he was angry when I delivered Dara Mbak Fitri no rope!" answer Mang Salim.

"Yes Mang, wait a minute, I'm going there!" Fitri then hung up his phone and left the place after saying goodbye to the mother who owns the kiosk.

About 10 minutes walk, Fitri back to the highway, the car driven by Mang Salim appears to have been waiting for him in front of the flower shop where Fitri went down earlier.

"Where's Mang?" ask Fitri while getting in the car.

"Dina has not gone home Ma'am, I will return again, the important thing is Mbak Fitri to go home first, Mr. Doctor has been careless of it!" replied Mang Salim who immediately drove his car to leave the place.

"Mas Dicky is always overkill!" muttered Fitri on the way home.

"Mbak Fitri is lucky, has a husband who is very sorry with Mbak Fitri, the doctor was just worried about the same Mbak Fitri, he said he called Mbak Fitri not lift-up!" mang Salim.

Soon they had reached home, the clinic seemed to be quiet, maybe because of the break, there was already writing Close on the glass door of the clinic.

Dicky sits on the porch of his house waiting for Fitri to take Alex on.

Fitri who just got off the car immediately came to her husband.

"Where have you been Fit? Why didn't you go straight home with Dara??" dicky asked with his jutek look.

Fitri immediately sat down next to Dicky, she did not answer her husband's question directly,

Fitri is confused where to start, because he himself does not understand what his purpose is to investigate women who look like him.

"Why are you silent Fit? Just answer it hard! You know how worried I am, my phone you didn't pick up for no reason, my message you didn't read either, you made me ..."

The cup!

Fitri immediately silenced her husband's mouth with a kiss of his lips, only that way Dicky could quietly not speak anymore.

"We continue in the Fit room!" whispered Dicky.

"I'm hungry Mas, I want lunch first!" suhut Fitri stood up and took Alex from Dicky's lap.

"The fit! But this is Fit responsibility! What's the fate of this junior, you're Fit! Responsibility Fit!" call Dicky.

But Fitri continued to step towards the dining room, his stomach felt hungry because since then Fitri had not eaten.

"What cooking is Bi Sumi today?" asked Alina who was directly sitting in front of the large dining table.

"Many Ma'am, there are sweet sour fish, corn soup and egg balado, Doctor sir who ordered!" answer Bi Sumi.

Fitri immediately retrieves his dinner plate, while Bi Sumi retrieves Alex from Fitri's sling.

"Alex same Bi Sumi first yes, let Mama eat first!" said Bi Sumi who walked towards the side garden.

While eating Fitri kept remembering about Mak Acih who looked so scared when he saw her.

Fitri begins to fidget, he must find the answer to what has been the question in his mind so far, who is the real Tata? Did he have anything to do with Mr Donny's fiancee who he said died?

So many thoughts were raging in Fitri's brain that he was unconscious Dicky was sitting next to him.

"You're thinking what Fit is?" ask Dicky who broke Fitri's daydream.

"Eh, Dicky's making people shocked! Good thing I don't hang!" sahut Fitri pout.

"Fit, why have you been acting so strange lately, is there something you're hiding from me? Don't you believe I'm fit anymore?" ask Dicky.

"It's not so, how's your juniors? Still tense no?" tanya Fitri tried to divert the conversation.

"It's not usually that you care so much about my junior Fit, usually tense or not, going out or not, you never get dizzy!" cetus Dicky's.

"Mas Dicky, don't do that ... "

"Tell me Fit, what's been bothering you all this time? Are you still hurting my mother? Or are you getting tired of teaching in school?" ask Dicky.

"It's not that!" answer Fitri.

"Then what??"

"Does Mas Dicky still remember when he was at Dimas' party, there was a woman who looked so much like me, you could hardly tell the difference!" fitri.

"Oh, that woman .. but still more beautiful you are Fit, you are my wife!" sahut Dicky's.

"It's not a problem Mas, but I'm curious about the woman, today I went to the flower shop where the woman works, agus said he'd seen a woman who looked like me in a flower shop!" fitri.

"What?? Agus?? You still meet that Sontoloyo Fit??" fierce Dicky.

"Calm down! When I came home he also came home, we met at Mom's house, and he ..."

"That's right! I deserved it when it was so hard to let you go! Turns out you met that Sontoloyo in the village without me knowing! Why didn't you tell me Fit??" cut Dicky fast.

Fitri took a deep breath, it was difficult to explain to the husband who recently was always easily jealous.

Connect ....

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