My Husband's Rose Is Getting Married Again

Roses Meet Adit.

Rose PoV.

"Maw, can I talk to you, son?" mother asked carefully, then put the used steropom I ate on the floor, because I ate fed Mother. I looked at Mom, a little hesitant when I wanted to talk.

"What's wrong, ma'am? just talk I must listen" I said. I saw my sister Melati who was having a serious conversation with the Father on the sofa standing up and then dumped the steropom in the trash.

"You came to the wedding party at the hotel this morning, son?" ask Mother. Given that I became annoyed squeezing the sepray into a wrinkle. I was silent, not answering Mom's question.

"Maw" Mother grasped my hand gently. "You misunderstood my son" he said, then I looked at Mom's face.

"Misunderstand? what did Mom mean?" I ask that I do not understand.

"The one who is married, in a hotel and named Adit is not your husband's Adit"

The dug dug dug.

My heart was pounding fast I was starting to be able to digest Mom's words. How could the name be the same while in the hotel was plastered real named Adit. What else before Mas Adit did look familiar with a girl. Then am I wrong, if I'm prejudiced?

"Hahaha... why? You want to defend the married man?!" I pretended to laugh, I said, then annoyed.

"Son, listen to Mom" I looked back at Mom, looking sad I couldn't bear.

"What I'm saying is true, son, if you don't believe there's proof" she said. "Mel" Mother waved to Melati.

I turned to Melati who was sitting with the Father, rushed to bring an invitation to me, then shifted the waiting chair and then sat beside the bed.

"Sister, Mom's right, sister's misunderstood" I looked at Melati open the invitation that was still sealed in plastic. Apparently my family had already arranged this plan, I started to believe.

"This is an invitation from Mr. Johan's nephew, Adit your husband who brought this invitation for Father and Mother, but once got a call from jeung Latania that you entered the hospital, he said, I don't think anymore to come." said Mom I looked at the honesty in her net.

"It's pay attention brother, sister read the invitation only half-and-half, not brother read all right? just read the two brides." explained Melati.

I took the invitation letter reading both parents of the bride and groom.

Abi (Muhammad Nur Azis)

Ummi (Umm Kalsum)

Father (Ipnu Nugroho)

Mother (Jenita Wati)

I was aghast, then let go of the invitation covering my face with both palms.

The shame I felt, I immediately remembered Papa Johan. I've cursed him with no feelings and no manners this morning.

"Oh why? am I going crazy?" My inner.

"Papa Johan where's Mom?" tanyaku later.

"She went to the party from this afternoon son, wanted to straighten out this problem, because... Aisha was very angry." explained Mother.

I'm silent, I'm evil, I've made people's weddings chaotic.

"Keep what should I do ma'am? i'm embarrassed?" I asked, if I wasn't in this situation I'd like to come to the party and apologize.

"There's no other way, other than waiting for Mr. Johan, you calm down, son!" tell me Mom pressed both my cheeks.

I'm nodding. I moved my mother's hand to the chest so that I could ease the pounding of my heart.

"She's sick son" said Mother slowly.

"Mother's pain?" I'm getting panicked.

"Yes, but calm your heart" Mother held both sides of my shoulders I looked at Mother looking at me in the shade.

"Don't be sad son, we just pray that Adit will recover quickly"

"But Mas Adit is sick, ma'am? how's things? where is he now, who is he?" ask me without pause. I shook Mom's arm. Sad feeling, mixed worry.

"Relax brother, he's treated here too" Melati chimed.

"Let me there Mel, come on Mel." I'll change to Melati's applause.

"Yes, brother, I'm taking you now" said Melati then took a wheelchair. The man sitting on the couch quickly approached us. "Where are you going to take the rose?" I asked him to help me get into a wheelchair.

"Let me meet Adit Pak." I looked at you who was still confused.

"Let Mela alone between Pak, not yet besuk hours because of it, later even can not enter" explained Melati when you want to push a wheelchair.

"Oh so, yeah, be careful, son" I rubbed my head.

"If there's anything, call Mom and Dad yes Mel, Dad both Mom want to pray maghrib to prayer" Mother's message.

"Yes Mom"

Melati pushed me, took the elevator to the third floor. Apparently said Melati, Mas Adit was treated there, while I was treated on the first floor.

"This is the room, sister" said Melati.

"Mr, Ma'am. Can't go in yet big clock" security guards confronted us.

"I know, sir, but I'll accompany the patient tonight" Melati replied out of her mouth. Very clever my sister is looking for an excuse, but I was worried not allowed.

"But this is not it, it hurts too? why follow?" security stared at. "Waduuuh.

"Oh, this is his wife cesarean, pity sir, how many days have not met her husband, try if this happens to the family of the Father" again my sister replied.

"Yes already" said the security guard then left us. I was relieved that I was allowed in. After the debate with the security guard Melati opened the door slowly, then pushed my wheelchair inside.

I was glued to the side of the patient's bed looking at my sleeping husband's face with a pale face attached to the infusion tube, his mouth open a little indeed so mirikas he was while sleeping.

"Mel why is Mas Adit no one to accompany?" my many. Mas Adit sleeps alone.

"Usually Mr. Rengono, alternating with Diah kak, maybe he is currently praying" replied Melati.

My tears are dripping. Because, the cheeks that usually contain it now look thin, there is a black line under the circumference of the eye. Plastered stomach to chest look fine fur that I often play before going to bed.

Immediately I took the blanket to cover it slowly so as not to disturb his sleep. Her breath seemed helpless.

"Patience, sister" said Melati whispering, it seems like my sister knows how I feel.

"He's sick what is Mel? why is it so skinny?" I asked with my mouth shaking my cries so as not to make a sound.

After the departure of Mr. Mawar, brother Adit stressed kak, day and night looking for brother by riding a motorcycle. Sometimes coming home to rain, he doesn't care about his own body. She was afraid of losing her sister for the second time." said Melati.

"If we take a meal, the reason is not hungry, after three days of the departure of the brother of Rose. Brother Adit has a high fever, made porridge with Bibi still does not want to eat, even recklessly go looking for brother Rose, even though it has been forbidden by Father and Mother." My sister explained at length I was getting more and more guilty.