My wife's lover

chapter 81

A busy morning. My wife and I were busy preparing my daughter for school, while my mother and sister were busy cooking in the kitchen. Almost two weeks my daughter is out of school and she asks every day when she can go back to school. Do not want to be too far behind school lessons even though he is only 1st grade Elementary.

The school did not take issue with my daughter's condition. He went to school with his wheelchair.

My little girl smiled. For a few days, he urged me to go back to school. He wants to hold the title of champion in his new school like he used to in his old school. Even if it was only the third champion. I am proud of my two children. May their future be bright.

"Is it okay for schools to use wheelchairs?" manya. I'm afraid she's embarrassed and hopefully her schoolmates have nothing weird to say that will weaken my daughter's mentality.

My daughter nodded, "I'm fine, yeah. There is Andre. Grandma also wanted to wait for me at school" she replied confidently.

Alhamdulillah, interior. May my daughter have a great soul in the face of the trials of her life.

"Yes, baby!"

I moved him to a wheelchair. We then went to the dining room where my mother and sister had prepared breakfast for all of us.

"Let's eat. Alya eat a lot of yes, son to quickly recover!" my spoken.

"Yes, yeah!" saith.

After finishing breakfast and talking for a while, I prepared to take my two children to school.

"You're not going to the minimarket, are you, yank?" ask my wife.

"Yes, mas. There will be Aminah and her son at home."

"Yes, we're leaving first!" pamittu.

Since my mother and sister stayed home, my wife has never been to the minimarket.

I then carried my daughter up to the car. He sat in the back seat with his grandmother. My son sat in the front seat next to me.

Half an hour we arrived. My daughter I moved her to her wheelchair. I spoke briefly with the school about my daughter who started school today and about her grandmother waiting for her at school.

After that, I went to the minimarket. Because it was still early morning, no employees had come. I then opened the barn door, neat. From the warehouse door, I entered the minimarket. His condition is also good. Then I went into the office. I walk to my desk. Sit down and watch the CCTV footage yesterday.

I was shocked to see someone so familiar. The person paced back and forth on the side of the road while occasionally staring at the minimarket. Lisa's. Not long after he left.

It turns out that my ex-wife is not tired of coming to the minimarket.

At eight, employees started arriving. Melly ma'am also saw that I had entered the warehouse. He now works from morning to evening so as not to go home because I also since Alya accident has never again come home from the minimarket.

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The streets were jammed this afternoon when my wife and I were going to the maternity hospital to check the contents of my wife who had stepped on 8 weeks.

When we got to the hospital, we sat in the waiting room. Without waiting for long, my wife's name was called to the doctor's office.

"Alhamdulillah, the fetus is healthy and strong," explained the obstetrician after looking at the screen monitor about the condition of my wife's womb.

As always, my wife cannot do anything that makes her body weak. After taking medicines and vitamins at the pharmacy, we went straight home.

"What don't you want to eat, yank?" I asked when we were in the car to go home.

My wife shook her head, "No. There is no desire!" saith.

"Hmmm,"

"Not to the minimarket anymore, right?"

I shook my head, "No, yank."

We went straight home.

When I got home, I saw my daughter sitting on the porch with her grandmother. With a plate containing his favorite pieces. He waved his hand as the car I was driving entered the courtyard of the house while calling out to me.

"Dad!" yells.

Get out of the car, my wife and I join them.

"Where's Mas Andre, son?

"Mas is learning to swim, yeah. He's getting good at swimming. I also want to be able to swim like Andre mas, yeah!"

"How are you doing, Santi?" ask my wife.

"Thank God, everything's fine, ma'am. She grew up healthy" my wife said.

"Tomorrow Alya has to control the hospital, son!" mom says.

"Oh yes, ma'am. After taking Andre to school, we go to the hospital and ask for permission for Alya."

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The queue is quite long this early. Luckily, my daughter I registered from early in the morning. The little girl's face looked tense, occasionally glancing at her feet which were still wrapped in thick bandages and then rubbing them.

"Do you want the band to open, Dad?" tanyanya.

"Dad don't know, son. The doctor must know what's best for Alya's legs. Hope your legs can be treated immediately so you can return to the road as usual, yes!" comforted him.

"Hmm, I'm scared, dad!" his voice vibrates.

"God, I'm not sick. Alya is a strong boy!"

"Hmm, but I'm still scared, Dad!" his face looks gloomy.

"Hhmm, instead of Alya thinking ugly, mending thought how if Alya's legs had healed like before. You can walk again, play with friends and meet tourists. Alya wants to go to Bali, right?"

"Mother really want to take me with Andre to Bali, yeah?"

"Of course, son! Mom's lying, hhmm?"

"But you're pregnant? Vomiting frequently."

"It's okay. Hopefully later when Alya's legs are completely healed, mother is not nauseous anymore!"

"Hhhmm, yeah yeah. Will I see his doctor?"

"Of course, son. Did Alya see the doctor alone?"

Alya's name was also called by the sisters. I pushed Alya's wheelchair into the doctor's office. I got there, the doctor checked my daughter's broken leg. His internal wounds have healed well. After the examination, we finally went home.

The schedule of therapy has not been determined by his doctor, maybe 2 more meetings Alya will be referred to a medical rehab doctor before therapy.

"How did it hurt to be examined by a doctor?" ask my daughter while we're on our way home.

"Sick as hell, yeah. But I was scared first."

"Yes, I understand, son. Now you're not afraid anymore, are you if you control again?"

"Yes, yeah. I'm not afraid anymore.

"Well, it's just a granddaughter, it has to be strong!" my mother chimed in.

"We go home, will Alya buy food first?"

"Go home, yeah. I want to fall asleep."

I drove the car straight home.

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