Love In The Wound

Chapter 52

"There is still deck business, to Mr. Lurah's house," I replied, wiping his head.

"If that's so, let's go check it out, ma'am." Naima, keep whining for me to obey.

"But how's the grandpa, honey? pity is left," I said could not bear, thank you Joseph is still only two years old yet it was not even even.

"Udah, you calm down. Let Mother take care of me," said my mother-in-law, she was very understanding of us. The more I know them, the more I feel like I've done the right thing to know them.

"Tu right, I want to. Come on, more blood!"

"Yes, Honey. Ma'am, we're going for a minute!" I kissed the back of my in-laws' hands and rushed off on Bang Gino's duck motorbike.

Upon arrival at the puskesmas, the impatient Naima continued to greet me.

"Mom, help Mom!" she hurried.

"Why is this, Mom?" ask a midwife.

"This, Ma. There was something attacking him earlier," Naima replied a little quickly, I think she was getting more panicked to see my face paled.

"Come, Mom. Bring here!" The midwife led us into a room. Quickly take some of the tools used and roll up my wet clothes.

"AstaufiruLah, the wound is horrified like this, sir. How cruel the hell that attacked," said Bu midwife dumbfounded, while busy cleaning my wounds, I don't know what. The moment it touched, it was as if the pain had gradually disappeared.

"Thankfully, not fatal. Easy to dry quickly." The midwife put something on my injured arm and glued it with adhesive.

"Is my husband okay, Mom? his face is so pale?" naima asked, He still looks calm.

"Good, Mom. I am so calm that Mas Dikha is okay. Horrified lo Bu squirms," said Naima, began to vent ni ye.

"Yes, honey. Let's go!" ask me to end our conversation that could have spread anywhere later.

"How, Ma?" naima asked, after helping me stand up. The ideal wife indeed, I was always impressed by her treatment.

"Rp 50 thousand anyway, Mom," replied the midwife as she handed over some medicine. "This is drunk yes, so that later it will not hurt," he added later.

"okay, Mum. Ready," answered Naima, the two exchanged goods and money and we returned home. Again Naima was driving the bike because she was worried about my condition.

"Don't it still hurt?" he asked when we were on the bike.

"You're afraid, Nai," I said softly.

"Ih, Dikha Mas. I told you a day married. Where would I be willing to be left behind," he replied in a spoiled tone, and was very fond of it.

"So if Mas is old do not papa like that," ledekku lirih inelinganya.

"Oh my goodness, my. Not even dong. Mada there is a wife who wants to wriggle her husband why-nothing," she chanted a little tart.

I'm so lucky, this very special woman has finally become my life partner. Your grace is great, O Allah. I unceasingly offer gratitude for the grace of God uniting us in a sacred bond.

"Sir, some time we'll move. Sally was sure of that choice. Nai knows, we will definitely be separated from our parents" I said, not wanting to be separated.

"Ih, Mas Dikha, what did he think? now Naima is the right of Mas, so Naima will definitely go wherever Mas goes" he replied, blushing.