My sister My husband

87. Relax there Nat.

RELAX THERE, Nat. ~ KS~

Fajr dawned, The serenity of I saw Adzan echoing in the clouds. Slowly Arumi the little girl began to wake up from her heart. His eyes began to open adjusting the white of the light that was drifting into his pupils.

"Mommy, wake up. It's already dawn." Arumi slowly shook the body of the mother who was still holding her.

Not moving, not answering. Natasya's body was stiff and paled.

"Mommy...., wake up....!" Arumi increasingly violently shook the body of the mother. But there was no movement at all.

The little girl began to realize something when her fingers checked the breath of the mother who had no longer blow. For a second, Arumi was petrified, without a sound her gaze was fixed on the face of the mother her hands rubbed gently on her mother's cheeks.

"Mommy, is this a gift for Arumi?" He said that then followed by his screams that broke and hysterical made the neighbors arrive.

Dor...!

Dor....!

Dor....!

Mr. RT banged on the door many times. Arumi did not answer and she just cried sobbing by continuing to call her mother.

"Mommy....! Mommy....!" Calling her tight screech up to her neck veins

"Arumy! this is Mr RT!! please open the door, son!!" Excited RT sir who shouted and again banged on the window of Arumi's room.

Instead of opening the door, Arumi who was immersed in sadness instead opened the window of his room and was forced to enter through the window RT sir. Arumi continued to roar and shake the body of the mother.

" Mommy...! Don't leave Arumi mi!! Arumi scared!! Arum has no one!!"

" Mommy, didn't she say Mami would always protect me from papi? But why did mommy leave?? What if the papi beat me again mi? How's it?" Crackle expressed all his fears, hoping Indra hearing the mother back and able to make him wake up.

"Now son, it's." Mr. RT rubbed Arumi's head trying to calm him down.

Mr. RT who was also shocked, panicked and confused then went to call his wife. Mr. RT had just come from the mosque when he heard Arumi's screams. He hurried to call his wife.

"Innalilah." Said Bu Yani the wife of RT sir who then folded both hands Natasha like a person who was performing prayer.

"Arum...." Bu Yani hugs Arumi tightly, keeping Arumi from continuing to roar and other neighbors help prepare for Natasya's funeral procession.

Bastian, was the first person contacted by the local village. But nihil, the fat man who is still the husband of Natasha did not respond.

The call switches on the number that Natasya last dialed.

DERT ......!

DERT.... !

Just twice the ring, and instantly lifted up. Sound from the baritone voice.

'Hallo, is this Dinda's mom's number?' Ask the guy from across there.

'Yes, this is my wife's number. Who are you that morning blind called my wife? what is there to do?' Telisik Andra who was suspicious and knitted her eyebrows together. Natasya's number has not been stored on Dinda's phone.

'Emm, sorry Sir. I'm RT where Ms. Natasya lives. I just wanted to let you know that Miss Natasya passed away last night. I dialed this number at the request of Ms. Natasya written on a letter addressed to your wife." Said mr. RT.

'A...what? died?' Andra fell silent there was regret in her heart when she remembered how she had said she would never care even if Natasya died. And now his ex-wife is really dead. But not happy, he was sad.

Once enough is felt, RT sir then ends the call.

Now the problem is the reaction of Dinda. Dinda will definitely bring up what Andra said a few days ago. About her swearing-in who wanted Natasha's death.

"Come, called Ummi." Ayman said from behind the door.

"Dear, Abi will be there soon." Sahut Andra as she walked out of her room.

"Dog, look at the net!" Cetus Ayman. From now on, the little boy noticed the unfocused Abi.

" O..oh, yes, dear. Sorry Abi's just a little dizzy." He said with a smile.

Dinda was still in the kitchen, she was busy making milk for her children.

Andra makes sense, she gets a way to deliver the sad news of Natasya's death.

"Faith, call Ana dear. Say, the milk's ready." Said Dinda.

"No, let faith between the sisters go to Ana's room." Andra took over the tray that contained two glasses of milk.

Dinda saw it in wonder. " Mommy, it'll spill!" Reprovedly.

"No, let him learn. Be careful, dear. Bring the sister's room. So good brother huh." Andra said with a sweet smile.

"Ready Abi!!" Ayman takes orders with his hands like a man of respect.

Ayman walked slowly and was filled with caution, he did not want his milk to spill the slightest thing.

" What's up? isn't he still angry?" Sindir Dinda who then turned her body and continued her cooking.

Andra approached and then hugged Dinda. Andra hugged warmly and dearly. Dinda wondered why her husband's attitude was changing so quickly.

" Dear, I'm sorry." Andra.

" I'm sorry? You're not wrong. You're right, from your point of view I can understand that nothing is wrong. Maybe I'm in too much of a hurry to force you." Dinda.

"I'm sorry I said bad." Andra said with a trembling voice. Andra did not want her to be sad or surprised. But in fact, now he's the one who cried at the beginning of the story.

" What's up? You're really weird?"

"Darling, Natasya is no more." Said Andra who was trying to get rid of her fear.

"What do you mean there's no?" Dinda unraveled their warm embrace.

"Don't be mad at me. When I say bad, I am just emotional. I don't really want it."

"Ma... You mean Natasha is dead?? there ain't? died?" Dinda repeated the word death. He himself could not believe it.

"Yes dear." Andra answered briefly and then looked down languidly.

He was sure his wife would be angry. Andra had already prepared herself for Dinda's anger.

"It's destiny. I won't be mad at you. Aren't you also lost?"

Andra looked up to see both of Dinda's eyes that were also wet with tears.

"You're crying because you're sorry you said bad. That means you lost him. You pay attention to him. Your ego is also too high. It's okay, I'm telling you. I know, actually at the bottom of your heart, there's been a little bit of sorry for her."

" Aren't you angry?" Andra rounded her eyes. He spoke with a trembling voice.

"No, it's all his destiny. He told me many times when the time wouldn't be long. Therefore, I'm hunting your forgiveness."

Andra knelt down and cried. "Look over there, Nat." Lirih.

Dinda simply patted her husband on the back while enduring her grief. He understood why Andra still felt a sense of loss. After all, they were together once.

After all, they loved each other.

However, Natasha is part of Andra's true story.