Pasung Tuan Muda's

32. Breathing at the End of Hela

Put your head on the waiting chair. I lament for the umpteenth time a karma that comes in many ways in this life, it seems like God is not sleeping to set a strategy on his people that is wrong.

The proof, for household affairs that had kunodai now revealed. The coming of all problems due to the consequences of my past actions that are now forgotten in memory. On the left side, the wife was only glued like a stone statue. He seemed to never think that everything had just happened.

I stared very softly at the watch in my left hand, 24:00 p.m. Late at night brings a cold ambush into the bone.

"Darling," I called the wife in a dragging tone.

He looked up, his head while looking at my face very carefully. "Yes, Mas. What's up, huh?"

Sitting close to the wife who was still crying nonstop, I held her very gently. "Darling .. You sleep, let me take care of our child."

"No, Mas. I want to look at Refal until I realize" he said. Then he returned a little hug from me.

"Darling .. You don't be so lamenting. Because this is God's way of uncovering all the truth about what we did wrong long ago" I chanted without thinking much about speech.

From the embrace, the wife even stared in disgust and threw away the body. He shifted the position of the body thirty centimeters to the side, not forgetting he also folded his hands, very proud and did not want to realize that this was his fault.

"Mas, if you're finally going to be back with Marissa, I will."

"Ma .. that's not what I mean."

"Wantas! At times like this you can still blame that everything is my fault, Mom! It's your karma that dumped him first."

"Siska! Don't even blame me. Because from the first you also claimed to be pregnant, even though I did nothing that night."

Siska stood up for a moment, staring intently at my face. Not to be outdone in arguing, I as a husband was insulted by him. Finally, without further ado, I obeyed her.

"Mas! Now you keep our marriage, or this relationship ends here!" snapped it. With her right hand, Siska touched her face with both hands.

"You don't go crazy Siska! You think marriage is as easy as you think, as you please to end," I said. Using my right hand, I touched his shoulder.

He also brushed off my touch. "Don't touch me, Mum. Please go and meet Marissa, maybe she's the best."

I pulled the wife's hand and she brushed it off for a moment. "Siska! What the fuck? I am your husband!"

From the end of the corridor, someone shouted in a very loud tone of voice. "Revan ...!"

Instantly both eyes glanced and looked back at the body. It is—Sinta—ibu Siska bladder. With wide strides, the middle-aged woman came along with Bi Ira who was the maid in my house. Arriving at the center of the location, the two of them looked at us together.

Sinta slapped his wife's cheek very hard.

Plaque!

Then, after slapping his wife's cheek, he also slapped hard on my right cheek.

Plaque!

"You're embarrassing the family! I told you from the beginning Siska, that Revan still has a wife. But you don't want to hear your own mother's words, now you've felt that karma, have you?"

From the right side of the position of Bu Sinta. Bi Ira touched the shoulder of a woman her age. "Sir, patience .. This is a hospital. Don't go on, shame at hearing people."

"Let Ira! Let these two men realize that the old man's words are prayer."

"Yes, Ma'am .. but this is a hospital."

"It hurts my heart, Ma'am .. have a son who snatches people's husbands. This is not how I taught first," whined mother-in-law with sobbing sobs.

What a dramatic incident tonight, the mouth seems to be silent to say. From a forward position, the wife stepped forward and touched her parents cheeks.

"Mom, sorry Siska," he said very softly.

Instantly the middle-aged woman shook her son's hand. "Get your hands off, Siska! I've never had a child as a snatch for a man's husband."

Duars!

Maybe he's been praying his best for our relationship. However, God said something else and still wanted to whip his wrong people by wasting his legitimate wife for so long.

"Grandmother ...!"

Shouts were heard from inside the ER room.

"Bi Ira ... Refal wants to go home."

The two middle-aged women stopped crying. Simultaneously, they approached the front door of the ER room and stared steadily at the silhouette of his grandson from his—. Apparently my son has come to his senses, maybe he has gone through his critical period as the doctor said.

"Revan!" shouted mother-in-law.

"L-yes, Mom," my response was brief.

"Call doctor! Refal—my grandchildren are conscious."

"Yes, Mom."

With wide strides, I descended towards the first-floor steps. Right in front of the practicum room, medics were still walking to a place of practice.

From a distance, I screamed. "Doctor ... Doc ...!"

Then, the person who became the call center stopped walking. They looked at me who was running with a breath of excitement.

"Dok, help my son, Doc."

"Yes, Sir. What's wrong with your child" he answered lightly.

"My son has woken up from a coma, now he's screaming in the ER room."

"Sir, there is no way the patient can improve from his coma with a very short distance vulnerable" said the doctor with round-shaped glasses.

Because I did not accept his words, I pulled the collar of the other person's shirt. "Doc! Nothing is impossible in this world. So, you pray my son dies. Aye!"

From the right side position, fellow hospital medics broke up my anarchist actions that suddenly appeared.

"Sir, patience. This is a hospital, don't make a mess."

Since I didn't want to cause any more trouble, I quickly relented and removed the grip of my right hand.

"Okay, I'm sorry, Doc."

"Alright, we're heading for your child's room right now," he replied with a slightly trembling face.

Walking after the two medics, I just focused on staring at the floor without looking right and left. Arriving in front of the ER room, the two medics entered and accompanied by two nurses who came suddenly. Because the door was open, I entered the room.

Then, the female nurse held my first step at the door. "Sir, don't go inside. Let us handle it first."

"Sus, I would like to accompany my son," urged me with a little force.

"No way, sir. This is the rule of the hospital" he replied. Then, he closed the door very tightly.

Instantly I slammed my body on the waiting chair. Pressing the head with both hands and the tears come back. "Yes, Allah .. why is this test so hard. Please give me a pause and breathe more calmly."

"Just know it now you, Van! After your son almost lost his life," the mother-in-law's lips from the end of the seat.

"Sir, patience ...," sambar Bi Ira.

"I, really, was upset, Ra .. had a son who embarrassed the family. Can't obey his mother."

"Yes, it's .. This is our test as a people, Ma'am," Bi Ira's response was very gentle.

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