Married Man Bankrupt And Arogan

83. Already Stable

I continue to wait for news from Anggara's brother and mother about the current condition of the father. Until the Azan maggrib arrived, there was no word from anyone, several times I contacted my husband and mother, but they did not also pick up my call.

Mba Darmi invited me to eat the dishes she had made for tonight. But I have no taste for food at all. The feeling of regret and guilt continued to envelop my heart. Suppose father, me and brother Anggara did not plan to prank my mother, maybe this event would not happen. But if we don't prank mother, mother is also still bad and bar-bar to others.

Now my mother's attitude has changed one hundred and eighty degrees better, but the problems we are facing right now are also very heavy.

"Ayoooo. I cook for the mistress lovingly like my love for my only daughter who has taken her husband to Kalimantan.

This cuisine is very good, madam, mistress must eat so that the milk is smooth. Do not let because it is too protracted to think about the problem of the parents of the mistress, resulting in the milk of the mistress to be dragged or even not come out at all," mba Darmi continued to advise me while continuing to devour food so greedily as if the food was delicious.

By looking at the scenery in front of me and with consideration so that my asi remains smooth so that Adam's growth and development is not disturbed. Finally I took the rice, side dishes and vegetables and tried to eat them. It turns out that it is true that Mba Darmi said, the cuisine is indeed very delicious, especially since the bride of Nina this morning, there has been no food that entered my stomach at all.

I don't feel like I've finished two rice dishes with side dishes and vegetables.

Kriyii! Kriyii!

I gasped and immediately stopped my last mouthful, as the phone beside me rang. On my phone screen is my husband's number. Without a second thought I immediately pressed the sign of receiving the call.

"Assalamualaikum, hello brother, how's dad doing?

Why did I call from earlier brother did not pick up. Mother is the same, "I told my husband. A series of questions of course came straight out of my lips, because of my intense curiosity.

"Sorry baby, I keep my phone in my bag, I don't seem to hear a call from you. Maybe because I'm too focused on taking care of Dad. I was just afraid that Dad wouldn't be helped so I wouldn't hear another phone call from inside my bag.

Now the condition of the father is stable even though he is not yet conscious. After that, he stopped his heartbeat. But after being treated by the doctor, his heart rate finally returned to normal.

From then on the mother continued to cry because she felt guilty because all these problems occurred starting from the bad attitude of the mother who often makes others feel unappreciated. So it's only natural that he doesn't heed calls from anyone including you.

Plus the son of Rabbi's grandmother who came and was angry with the mother for not accepting the actions of the father who had hurt their mother," said my husband.

After explaining at length about what happened in the hospital, including about Rabi's grandmother who was detained by the police for the abuse of the father.

Mother was forced to be willing to solve her family problems with Rabbi's grandmother only in a familial manner. In addition to the threats from the two children of Rabi grandmothers who do not accept what the father did to their mother. I also feel guilty for what happened.

I don't know what time I slept. Suddenly this eye feels glare when the sunlight enters through the ventilation of this house. My body felt heavy as if a heavy burden was crushing on me. Maybe this happens because the body feels tired due to yesterday's incident that befell my father.

After my hundred percent consciousness returned, I only realized. The heavy burden that occurs in my body is caused by Anggara's legs sleeping curled up and one of his legs is right above my stomach.

I don't know what time my man is coming. It seems that he fell asleep so fast because when I lifted his leg and I removed it from my body he didn't budge at all.

I immediately got out of bed to the bathroom after first seeing my slumbering hero in a baby bed.

"It was so sweet of cooking, "someone hugged me from behind and smelled the fragrance of my hair that had just been wearing a sampho.

"Eh...sister, today I cooked your favorite dishes, the plan today I want to visit the father and mother of the hospital can you?"

I asked my husband while carrying a bowl of his favorite shrimp capcai Anggara's sister's dinner shirt. Then we ate together while talking about today's plans.

"We're going together to the hospital. Last night I realized it before I went home. Hopefully his situation is getting better now. Don't forget to bring your cooking mother. It seems like my mother was so sorry for the bad attitude she had done that it caused all of us to work on her" my husband said.

I was very surprised because it turned out that my mother already knew our play. I was afraid to go to the hospital. I'm afraid my mother went on a rampage and acted anarchically like Rabbi's grandmother did.

"So mom already knows everything, mom knows where, what mom is mad at us. I was so scared to meet mom, afraid she was going berserk. Frankly I am traumatized by what Rabi's grandmother did yesterday.

"I had to be honest because I felt so guilty about this. At first I was also very afraid that my mother was angry and raging. It turns out my guess was wrong. Because secretly, my mother knew. That is why the mother no longer feels jealous and hurt, because she knows the father is just a charade. You see that mother is so relaxed to see Rabi's grandmother with father" replied my husband again.

Later after from the hospital, we will visit Rabi's grandmother's house. Today Rabi's grandmother was released. We will be frank with him and apologize, hopefully Rabbi's grandmother forgives us. Maybe later I will ask a police escort to maintain security, afraid that something unwanted happens at home.

I agree with my husband's plan. Again gratitude filled my chest cavity for having a husband who cares so much for his wife's family as his own family. Even he was willing to leave his job in order to solve my family's problems.

After finishing the meal I immediately pumped for Adam's supplies to be taken care of by Mba Darmi. I forgot to suckle Adam to the full.

"Your good-bye dear Adam, take Adam yes mba Darmi, sorry to bother," I told an assistant who has worked for decades in my husband's family.

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