My wife's been misguided

yes, yes already

My head was light. It's heavy again. It should not be gini. There should be a solution that does not need to create new problems.

Fight or flight! Both are sick. In front of the toilet I stopped. There was a person coming out of the toilet to the room opposite it. The man was walking on his tiptoes with his shoes not fitted perfectly. His face and hair were wet, as were the ends of his sleeves rolled almost to his shoulders. He nodded, apologizing for almost breaking up.

On the opposite door is written praying room followed by the mosque dome. The man took off his shoes and placed them on a short shelf upright on the side of the door. He opened the door and entered without looking.

I used to go to the mosque. Yes, yes, living in pesantren, do not pray in the mosque can be deforested abis. Now to the mosque only on Friday. That's also because my mom repulsed the Friday.

God must be angry if I keep doing this. Gini-gini, I have participated in the training of khusyu prayers. Crazy, right? Prayers have training!

That time taught papa to take a vacation after a semester imprisoned in pesantren. There we are taught tips and tricks to pray so solemn. After college, yoga. And, yes! Shock really that it turns out the core of the training at that time is the same as yoga. I finally decided to pray.

The man who was almost hit, is now sitting cross-legged while pondering incessantly. His head was so narrow that his face was almost invisible. Out of his mouth came a cry, "God, Allah, Allah..."

I was cross-legged beside her, lazily returning to the treatment room. No longer want to face Nesya and reality.

Snots inching sounds filled the room. The man next to me squeezed his nose hard. The mucus on his fingertips is then rubbed into his pants.

Hadeh, what's my fault, huh? From morning meet the crybaby Mulu. I pat her shoulder. He was obviously shocked and spontaneous. His eyes were puffy and his cheeks wet.

"Can I help you, sir?" Spontaneous, I said that.

He smiled bitterly. "Thank you." Then clean the rest of her tears and straighten her back.

Ok. No talking is okay either. Dozen him cry. He leaned his head against the wall and started talking.

"My wife is in surgery." I'm nyimak. Who asked for help. But you need real help again. "And I don't have money to pay for it."

The natureak! "What pain, sir?"

"It doesn't hurt." He smiled bitterly. "Birth," she said again.

Jiah! Don't have any money. Don't have kids, Napa? Buy k**** it's cheaper.

He took a deep breath without taking a look from the ceiling. "This is still the third child, it should be covered by BPJS." Huh huh? Third kid? I wonder why people are so fond of child production. Don't think about what's wrong? "But it turns out my BPJS dues have been in arrears for a year with the office." He breathed again.

If it's this, new money! "It should be that if my salary is still paid in full, the hospital fees will not be a problem." His eyes glazed over, staring deep through the ceiling. "But it's been five months not paid." Her tears finally. Quickly swiped with sliced laughter.

It is hard to work with people. If you have a good person, it is delicious. If people do not have this kind of humanity, rich this father. Berabe right?

"Why not go out, sir? Why people's cooperation is irresponsible!"

He breathed a desperate breath. "I've been sleeping everywhere, sir. No one's caught up yet. Age factor maybe."

Well, I'm a cab around his forties. That age is usually already in the manager or even the director.

"You want to open a consultant with friends of the same fate, also need capital. Right now our savings are for connecting our lives.."

Okay, this is interesting. "What consultant, sir?

"I'm architect. Most architectural consultants or perhaps interior design. Well, that kind of thing. My friends want to actually. We just need the initial funding to start first. Well, get the paperwork and stuff for the tender."

"Okay, how much do you need?" I was enthusiastic and my eyes were wide.

"What?" Confused ask.

"Li-fifty million?" She stuttered.

"Is that less for your wife's surgery costs?"

The man nodded quickly. "Enough, sir. That's quite a lot."

I opened the internet banking app. "How many accounts?"

The prospective father of three children is still flabbergasted as well. "Seriously sir?" Ask.

The e-banking application in the phone has been clearly displayed. "Snap, before I change my mind." He hastily retrieved the phone from his pants pocket and mentioned his account number. "Sip, done!"

A notification clink came out of his phone. "Oh God! Sired. Barakallah, sir. Thanks, sir." He thanked me while taking my hand to kiss.

Jiah! Very excited and ticklish in such conditions! "Udahlah. It's an investment, yes. Not alms. You have to give me a report on the progress of the consultation every month." I got out my business card from my wallet. "Send to my email."

"Yes, sir. Sure. Thanks, sir. You didn't even check my background, but you immediately believed in me."

Oh, aye. Forgot me and bodo very hehehe.

"Well, if you're serious, I'll receive the first report tomorrow. But if it turns out you're running my money, let's just say I'm wasting shit." Aye, right. Consider it a shit. I've been feeling really bad lately.

"Sir, sir. You calm down. Your money must have come back. May God repay your kindness."

"Yes, sir. Meet his wife now. My son is out now."

I'm going out too. Once again eating meatballs, room service on the ship nanyain what items want to be sent or stored on the yacht aja. Obviously I told you to send it to the hospital, it is not possible to make a yacht in this situation. Now maybe his things have reached the parking lot.

"By the way your family is being treated here too?" The father is still trying to make small talk while making shoes.

"Yeah," I tied the shoelaces so they don't come off, "my second is in the ICU."

"Oh, hopefully get well soon, sir. Your wife must be very sad." I just smiled. "My wife is that too. His sisters are many. But still, if his father is sick, he's confused."

I've finished wearing shoes but the rich man still wants to tell a story. "Daughters are mostly that, sir. I understand very well. My family is the average woman. I am six brothers of my own. My wife is five brothers, all girls."

The father also finished putting up his shoes. But still continue the story. "I really want to have a boy. Hopefully this third one's a boy."

"That's it, sir? I've never had a child, sir."

"Oh, I hope you get a baby soon, yes sir." I really want to ngakak.

Yes, yes, I married a lesbian girl, sir. Wherever possible have children, wong only married while doang, anyways he did not want me to sleep!' I screamed in my heart

"Amiiin." Yeah, how do you know there's a miracle, we don't know, you can pray this father in the dijabah.

**sorry mom, dad, bang-branch, and kak-kak. This novel update is not like my promise in the beginning yes, 🙏🙏

maybe a week or two, because this novel does not enter a contract.

please be advised yes 🙏🙏**