My wife's lover

chapter 79

I just got back to the hospital after taking my son to school and informing him about my daughter's condition on the school side. I also stopped by the minimarket for a while.

The clock has shown nine o'clock more. Hospitals are getting crowded with people waiting in line for treatment. Suddenly I was surprised by Lisa. The woman stood at the entrance of the hospital holding her baby while looking at me. What else does he want. My inner.

"Mas," he called her softly.

I'm shocked. He can turn soft on me. His face looks sad too.

"Please, I don't want to argue!" my firmness.

"Mas, I want to talk. Listen to me, please just this once," she asked with a pleading face.

Hhhh, I took a heavy breath. What the hell does this woman want.

"Sorry, I'm in a hurry" I said flatly.

"My husband will be taken to the police station when he recovers. I don't want my husband in jail. How can my baby live if his father's in prison?"

Hhh, I expected that. But it wasn't me who put her husband in prison.

"I'm sorry, if it's none of my business. That's the cop's business!" my firmness.

"But your testimony yesterday made the police want to make it a case!" obviously with a high starting tone.

Yes, he can talk softly with me.

"I'm just talking what it is. I don't usually lie!" my firmness.

"You intentionally, let my husband go to jail!" the accusation.

"Just think of me as what I am! Sorry, my daughter is waiting!" I soon passed from before him.

"How arrogant are you now, my mother!" he screamed after me.

"Whatever!" my hiccups passed from before him.

Huuhh, why can Lisa turn such a bitch.

Hc. . tok. . .

Chequek. I opened the door to my daughter's room

"Assalammu'alaikum," I said.

Everyone in the room turned towards me, "Dad!" exclaim my daughter.

She looked fresher than before I drove her sister to school. I then approached him.

"Dad's girl looks fresh. Have you had a shower?" many wonder.

My daughter shook her head, "I didn't take a shower, Dad. Just wash my face and body in a wet cloth wipe by grandma."

"Oh that. I thought I had a fresh and beautiful shower!" my poem makes her cheeks blush.

"Dad, how long?"

"Dad talked to the teacher at Alya's school and went to check the minimarket for a second, son!"

"So mom came, Maxain wanted to see dad. It's been said by grandma that dad was taking Andre to school but mother does not believe and still maksa enter. I hate mom. I don't want to see Mom!" obviously upset.

"Alya can't hate mommy, son! You are the one who gave birth to you!" my firmness.

"But the bad mother, dad! I don't love you with us!"

"Mother love Alya and Andre mas. No mother loves her child!"

My girl's face was getting irritated.

"Kok dad belain mom continues even though I've lived dad and go with other people?"

"You're a kid, kid. You don't understand the adult mind. Already, dad's bread bribe, will you?"

My daughter shook her head. He still looks upset.

Hhh, I still find it hard to persuade my daughter not to hate her mother after what she has done to her.

Lisa came to me for the sake of that man. Hhh, pity Lisa too if David gets to the law. Ah, I'm not going to force the police to close this case let alone see what David's done. Let the law do the talking.

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Two days my daughter's been in care. He still complained of pain in his leg. Moreover, he was still unable to get out of bed. She was always fussy when she couldn't get to the bathroom and had to do everything on the bed.

"When am I healed, Dad? I want to walk!" she complains with tears.

"Yes, honey. Later if Alya really healed, mother will take Alya vacation out of town. Where's Alya going, hmm?" asked my wife while gently rubbing the head of my daughter.

"I'm going to Bali, bun! I've seen a lot of great tourists!" enthusiastic response.

"Well, you want to see a tourist?" asked my wife in shock.

"Yes, bun. Take pictures!" he added.

"Okay, who's afraid. We'll go to Bali, yeah!" sahut.

I just smiled as I shook my head. Since when does my daughter like tourists.

***

One week more did not feel my daughter in hospital. We're getting ready to go home. Although my daughter still can't walk but her external wounds have dried up and will continue on an outpatient basis. My son and I were busy moving everything in the car.

"Adek Alya can really go home, huh? Can not walk yet," asked my son wonder mixed confused.

"Alya's brother is outpatient, son," I said.

"So when will it heal again, huh? Miss nanyain's teacher."

"Dad doesn't know, son. Hopefully soon, yes. Don't forget your doain!"

"Yes, yeah. I will pray for Alya."

By the time I got back in the room, my daughter had been moved to a wheelchair. Yesterday my wife and I bought a new wheelchair for my daughter. At first he refused to wear it because he wanted to go straight to the road but because he felt he needed it finally he wanted to too.

"It's impossible to sleep upstairs, right, son?" ask mommy.

"Yes, mom. She slept downstairs and mom was okay, right?" I asked back.

"I mean mom, yeah. I'm afraid there's nothing going up and down the stairs."

"Yes,bu. Aminah wants to stay at home?"

"Yes, maybe a few days because her husband is going home" she explained.

"Well, is the contract over?" many wonder.

"There's a problem there, so the contract is done sooner!"

Hhm. . .

Arriving at the car park, I was helped by my sister to carry my daughter up to the car.

"Slow down, yeah!" my daughter cried while covering both eyes.

"Yes, honey. Same aunt dad will slow down, really. Alya don't be afraid, yeah!" soothingly.

His face looked pale as my sister and I started to carry him. She was probably traumatized earlier by the nurse who was carrying her from a high enough bed to a wheelchair.

I drove the car towards the house. Half an hour later we arrived because the road was jammed. Maybe because the holiday so many people who want to travel.

After parking the car, I rushed my daughter into the house and laid her on the bed in the lower room. My sister takes things in the upper room if needed by my daughter.

"Dad not to the minimarket, right?" ask Andre.

"Why, son?"

"It's a holiday, yeah. Just at home, right?"

"Minimarket is open every day, son. The holidays and the end of the month are crowded. I'll be home early!" my clear.

"Yes, yeah!" saith.

"There are grandmothers and aunts. Mother also did not come with father, really."

"Hhhh."

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