PASUTRI (On Love & Happiness)

CHAPTER 125

Because he could not stand the fatigue that hit his body, Faza was forced to bring home all his work. Faza even asked one of the employees to support him home.

Sinta, who was there that afternoon, was panicked when she saw her pale-looking son and staggered into the house.

“Yes God.. Faza you why nak?”

Sinta who was sitting casually in the guest room immediately got up and ran over to Faza. The woman immediately grabbed Faza and led him to sit on the sofa.

“I don't papa kok mah.” Faza's smile did not want to make his mama worry.

“No papa how. You're pale like this. Your body is also hot son.”

Both of Sinta's eyes immediately glazed across the glass seeing the eldest son looking very weak. What's more, Faza's body also feels very hot. Yeah, Faza's fever.

“I'm just tired.. I really don't papa.”

“Already already.. You don't have to talk much first. Let's help you to room.”

Sinta got up and again helped Faza stand up from his seat. That woman is really worried right now. Faza was never like that again as he remembered. Even if it hurts too Faza never until it looks as weak now.

“Zahra where mah?” Ask Faza slowly.

“Already son. You don't have to think about anything first. You are sick. Think of yourself.”

Faza smiled. Sinta although sometimes bebel and always demand that his will be fulfilled now looks very tough because Faza is exhausted. From there Faza again realized that no matter how good he behaved, his mother still loved him very much.

Slowly Sinta helped Faza climb one by one the stairs to the second floor. As soon as Sinta's room immediately put Faza's body on the bed. Sinta also helped take off the shoes Faza was wearing.

“Shortly, mamah take compress first.” He said then passed.

Faza nodded slowly. The figure he really wants to see is Zahra because Faza does not think his mother is in his house now. However, entering Zahra's house was not at all visible.

“What could Zahra be in the backyard.” Lirih Faza's.

Faza grimacing. His head began to throb. His stomach was nauseous and both eyes were hot.

Unable to stand what was whack his body, Faza chose to close his eyes.

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“Mrs.. Mistress.”

Zahra frowned when she found that Lasmi's mother who ran was pulled towards her. Instantly worry struck his heart. It is impossible not what happens if only Lasmi mbak even to run up to him.

“What is mbak?” Zahra asked as soon as Lasmi arrived in front of him.

“That's mistress.. Signore.. Mr. mistress.” Reply Mbak Lasmi with a sagging breath.

Both of Zahra's eyes were instantly rounded. Bad thoughts instantly master it.

Zahra got up from her seat to throw the magazine just like the magazine she was reading.

“Why with mas Faza?” Ask Zahra. His chest started to rumble. Fear directly controls the heart as well as his mind.

“Master.. Sir has gone home, madam.. But.” Mbak Lasmi again cut his words because his breathing is not normal after running from the yard to the back.

“But what is mbak? Mas Faza is good, right?” Zahra asked impatiently.

“Master.. Sir doesn't look okay, madam.. And madam Sinta brought her upstairs. Maybe to room.”

Once in front of the first steps Zahra has ngosan. Since entering the age of seven months, Zahra is easily exhausted.

“Yes God.. Mas..”

As if not concerned with his own circumstances, Zahra also began to climb one by one stairs to the second floor where his room and Faza are located. Lasmi's brother said Faza was taken to the second floor by Sinta. And Zahra wants to see how her husband is now. Zahra was afraid that something she did not want would happen to her husband.

“What are you Zahra?!”

Zahra was surprised when she came across Sinta. Zahra looked at Sinta who looked like she had just cried.

“Mamah.. How mas Faza mah.. Mas Faza where?”

Instead of answering Zahra's question, Sinta looked angry. The woman stared intently at Zahra who was looking at her.

“You want to harm my grandson Zahra?” Her question was full of emphasis.

Zahra shook her head. Sinta misinterpreted the intent of his actions again.

“Mah mbak Lasmi said mas Faza has come home and looks not good either. Zahra just wants to see how Faza is doing right now. Please mama understand.”

Sinta. Faza's condition was indeed very weak right now.

“But not having to run up stairs like this Zahra. You should have realized. You are very pregnant. This action of yours can endanger your granddaughter.” Angry Sinta.

“Ya.. Zahra apologise.”

Sinta sighed then put her arm around Zahra's shoulder.

“Other times if looking for a sprightly household assistant. Don't be clammy clamps rich lasmi it.” Said Sinta spicy while helping Zahra climb one by one stairs slowly.

“Thank you mah.. Sorry Zahra always troublesome mamah.”

“Good if you realize that.”

Zahra chose silence and no longer greeted Sinta. Once at the last step of the stairs, Sinta again reminded Zahra to slowly step towards her room then go downstairs to take a compress.

Zahra stepped inside her room. Zahra ignored what Sinta said because she felt very worried about her husband's condition now.

Zahra's cry broke as she looked at Faza who was lying on the bed with both eyes closed. Zahra immediately stepped closer to Faza.

“Mas..”.

Hearing the sound of his wife Faza's trembling voice slowly opened his eyes. Faza's pale lips curled back to form a smile as he looked at Zahra who was standing next to where she was lying.

“Sayang..” Lirih Faza while stretching out his two hands gave Zahra the code to embrace him immediately.

Zahra shook her head with tears soaking her cheeks. The woman immediately hugged Faza's burly body. The heat instantly could Zahra feel as soon as Faza returned his tight hug.

“Don't cry baby.. I'm just a little tired.” Faza's whisper gently rubbed Zahra's back.

Zahra started sobbing. Her husband was exhausted from working to earn a living for her. Faza even to be willing to lack rest in order to meet all their needs from now on and maybe for the future.

Zahra broke free from Faza's embrace and checked Faza's body temperature by sticking the back of his fanged hand and Faza's neck.

“You have a fever mas..” Shout Zahra with a trembling voice.

“Yes.. Maybe because I miss you too much, baby.” Faza continued to develop a smile on his lips so as not to make Zahra even more worried about him.