Prison Wound

Five five three part

Raditya's stomach suddenly came back up. The feeling of wanting to vomit unbearably came back. Raditya rushed to the sink not far from the mushola. His stomach was still empty yet contained any food, so only a liquid without food scraps came out from the mouth of the handsome white man.

Riena who just came out of the mosque immediately approached Raditya. His hands reflexively massaged the nape of the husband's neck. Worry was clearly visible on his face.

"It's not an ordinary cold. Your stomach must have recurred, Ay. Bring no medicine?" riena asked with her right hand that kept on moving massaging.

Raditya shook his head slowly. Then wash his mouth and face to be refreshed. After feeling that Riena's hand no longer touched his neck, Raditya turned around so that he could face his favorite wife. "It's been checked twice by the doctor, Bee. The medicine was also taken until it ran out. Even yesterday was given a high dose of medicine. But there's no effect. Still this way."

"To the hospital, Ay. General check up. Want me to drop you off?"

Raditya. I did not expect Riena to offer that. Maybe for others it is natural and natural to do a wife for her husband. But not for Raditya. For a long time these simple concerns he missed.

"We have breakfast first, after that we're general check up." Unknowingly Riena pulled Raditya's wrist. She took her husband to the dining room.

Rosyani, Retno, Rinto and Rama who were relaxing in the family room, could only exchange glances watching Riena and Raditya passing by them hand in hand without heeding all that was there.

"Sir, this is a good time. Come on!" take Retno in a whispering voice.

Rosyani nodded too. Then he gave the code to the iron to stand. Not until the two women set foot. Their husband asked, "where are you going?"

"There's a bit of business" Retno replied as she winked at Rosyani.

"Why are you, Ma? A flick?" ask Rama.

"If this is the case, you must have a plan. Don't fuckin. Let Riena and Raditya solve their own problems" said Rinto, who of course understands the truth about his wife and his wife.

"Solving their own problems? Papa's good at that. They're our kids. There are times when prayer alone is not enough to make things better. We should step in a little. Remember, Pa, no matter what happens, mama doesn't want any divorce between them. Every baby is born holy, but when he grows up, he will walk the path of his own sin and goodness. To you, a sinner who confesses, regrets and corrects his mistakes, is far better than someone who does not realize that he has committed the same sin himself," Rosyani chimed in Rinto speech at length. Her courage this time comes, considering that her husband's overly pressuring attitude Raditya must be perfect.

Rinto could only shake his head at Rosyani's words. He no longer obstructed his wife's steps. Same with Rama. You could say, the two men have been reluctant to oppose and argue that the determination of mothers has been round.

At the dining table, Riena and Radit sat side by side. While Riena was busy picking up rice and side dishes on the table, Raditya was instead busy resisting the nausea and dizziness due to the aroma of sprinkling fried onions on top of the rib soup that was still pumping hot steam.

"Enough this or want to be added, Ay?" asked Riena while putting a plate of rice complete with a side dish of parchment and soup.

Raditya really felt wrong. Rejecting-certainly will make Riena offended. Receiving-what looks in front of him even like bones being cluttered by a swarm of termites.

"Ay, what's wrong with you? I stink, huh?" Riena sniffed her own clothes and armpits. I thought Raditya was covering his nose and mouth because of him.

"Dit .. Mama wants to talk to you." Rosyani deliberately patted her daughter-in-law's back strongly.

The sensation of shock and pain made something stuck in Raditya's mouth gush uncontrollably. Fortunately, he was able to put his mouth down. Until the spray only hit the pants on his own thigh.

"Astaghfirullah, Radit! So dirty! Where did you learn manners?" Not worried about Radit. Retno even rent the ear of her only son.

"Don't be scolded, Ma. Mas Radit seemed to be really unwell," defended Riena as she looked at her husband's face that was meeting red with embarrassment. For the second time he did something silly this early.

"Oh, aren't you feeling well? Wow so fit mom cook oxtail soup. Here eat a lot. After that ask dikerokin with Riena. Must be good." Rosyani was deliberately fishing. The suspicion of sympathetic pregnancy to Raditya grew stronger when he lifted the plate containing food that Riena had prepared and brought it closer to Raditya who wanted to stand up because he was uncomfortable and disgusted with his own vomit.

"It doesn't smell good, Ma." Raditya pushed the plate and ran towards the top floor.

Rosyani pretended to be sad over Raditya's words just now. He was clearly playing his impromptu role. The initial scenario should not be this way. But this is how mothers are, so good at improvising. There is little gap, it must be used for its own purposes.

"Pardon Radit's disrespectful attitude, yes, Ma'am." Retno representing Raditya immediately apologized to Rosyani. He thinks his iron grief is now, is real.

"Difficulty, even said it smells bad. If you don't like it, then mbok diem." Rosyani gave the code to Retno by nudging the woman's arm with her elbow.

Retno was immediately aware. The existence of Riena who seems to be going awry, makes Retno have to think quickly for their plan this time to succeed. Clearly Riena is in a dilemma, must follow the husband who is thought to be unwell or reduce the emotions of her mother who is definitely offended by her husband's behavior just now.

"If Radit really is sick. We're going to the doctor right now. There's no but-but. This is my mom's doctor. We're leaving right now." Rosyani then shouted to one of her domestic assistants and asked the middle-aged woman to call Raditya to come down immediately.

Not long after, Raditya went down with his pants changed. Retno calls Rama and Rinto to participate. Together they boarded a car to the doctor's office Rosyani.

There, almost all frowned questionably except Retno and Rosyani themselves of course. Because the two women clearly understood their game this time.

"Ma, what doctor is this, anyway? How come there's no signage and profession title?" ask Riena.

"We're just going down!" bring Rosyani.

Everyone went down and followed Rosyani. For a moment, they seemed to forget about the unfinished problem. Especially Riena, for a moment she abandoned the trauma because of the concern about Raditya's condition. Not without reason, secretly, she felt comfortable when she was near her husband.

"Please come in, Miss Ros. So who's gonna check first?" ask a male doctor of Rinto's age. Directly welcoming friendly but without stale bases.