Love the Happy Grief

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When it was finished, Rania paid for her taxi directly.

Entering the courtyard of the house, knocking on the door. Not in the lock at all, hearing a snapping sound. Rania headed to the room where she had a rough sound from her husband's mouth. Seeing that Nurul and Onyon are begging Irsyad for forgiveness so as not to fire him.

Because if there is nothing to report with his employer, let alone with his wife who is sick and they do not speak anything to Irsyad.

"What's this, ma'am?"

"Here you go, please get out of here! And that's the door, I want you to clean your clothes now!" With a cold tone.

Irsyad paid no heed to Rania who was frozen from a few centimeters from her direction.

Moreover, there were broken glass, and on the floor, splattered with orange water, and yellow-yellow.

It must be orange juice.

Mas Onyon helped Nurul stand up, and stepped out from the door, mbak Nurul holding Rania's shoulder.

Rania also hugged Nurul.

Nurul's mother cried, and Rania wiped away Nurul's tears.

"What's wrong, mbak?" rania asked in a whisper and Nurul did not dare to answer.

"We'll excuse us, ma'am, sorry if it's been a bother for you, and we thank you so much ma'am, for accepting us here as art (household assistant), for, with a heavy heart we must leave here." Nurul said by stepping foot out.

Rania drew closer to Irsyad, Irsyad was unwilling to turn her gaze away, with a cold and unyielding look. With a breath, Rania did not dare to speak, before her husband started the conversation.

But, this is for the sake of Nurul and Onyon mas, she must dare to oppose her husband's decision, and do not want to dismiss the art of the house.

"Yes..." Irsyad did not budge and answered him, instead he chose to go to the room.

Slam the door.

Deghs.

Oh God, how upset he is.

"O Allah, the Lord is filled with anger and cannot accept this, O Allah... Was my decision wrong all along? Covering up my illness, I need to talk about it carefully." Rania said, Rania walked towards the front door of the house.

Closing it by locking, and taking off his bag, he put it on the dining table.

Her husband is disappointed and angry, if he lied all this time and never open to her husband.

All right, she's mentally prepared and can deal with her husband's anger.

"Bissmillah..."

Rania brought her warm tea to her husband, and it turned out that her husband was fast asleep on the sofa, sitting down.

Rania put her tea on the nightstand next to the sleeping lights.

"Hem, Kasian is also my husband, O God..." Rania took the blanket and slid into her husband's body.

There was movement, making Irsyad move and rubbing his eyes.

"Sorry to you."

Irsyad threw away his face, and he lowered his blanket down the chair.

Rania her heart trembled slightly, "Mas. I want to talk to you."

"Please!"

Rania took out the paper in the bag, and it was wrapped in a white envelope that read Irsyad's hospital.

"This is a book, read first!" Rania handed over the paper, and Irsyad received it from Rania's hand.

Opens the folds, and the paper opens wide from the folds.

Irsyad glared at his eyes, not believing the results shown by the hospital that his wife had developed a malignant tumor, brain cancer.

The results explained that if his wife had to undergo surgery and be signed, Fadli's doctor was on the paper.

"You..." Unable to say, Irsyad's tears were dripping. And he hugged his wife, saying the word 'sorry' a thousand times, for her concern yesterday-yesterday and her anger that he had so much that Rania did not dare to speak.

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