
Today I will spend the night in the hospital with Mas Arga while Mas Arjun returns home unable to leave long ago Ms. Leni who is pregnant with three children who are toddlers. Me and Mas Arga tried to understand. The condition of the mother has been aware but has not been moved because she did not get a room.
"Sorry for third grade it's full but second grade there's one empty room." The administration explained that the treatment room was fully occupied. Arga was silent. If he lets mom stay on IGD he knows mom will feel uncomfortable. But if he decides to put mom in second grade, of course, the cost is the problem. I who understand my husband's concerns try to provide a middle ground.
"Move my mother to second grade as soon as possible Well Mom," I said making Mas Arga narrow his eyes.
"Dec, are you serious? But costs?" ask Mas Arga who is still thinking about the cost issue.
"Let's set it up later." Reply lightly.
I helped my mother-in-law because after all she was the parent of my husband. That's why my husband is in this world. Think of it as a thank you from me. I completed the administrative fee requested by the hospital. Cost of maternal care for the next three days. I paid off with the rest of my savings.
"Dek, thank you. You will replace the money you spent today. Thanks again." Mas Arga hugged my body as soon as the warm feeling flowed just like that. My thanks to Arga is so sincere.
"I'm supposed to thank you for giving birth to you into the world."
"We're in mom's room! I've been moved." Mas Arga took my hand down the hallway of a very quiet room. My phone rang a call from my father at home. I was ready to pick up the phone first.
"Just pick up the phone from dad for a second!"
"Hallo," I picked up the phone. The voice welcomed. I asked about the condition of my mother-in-law. I'm telling you about the mother-in-law who's being cared for.
"Mother Mas Arga is conscious, but Nadin hasn't come inside yet. Just wanted to enter Nadin's phone. Nadin will call again sir. Assalamualaikum." I hung up the phone from my father.
Not even my feet went inside, I was like hearing my mother-in-law say my name clearly. But the other words I did not hear. I immediately broke through the door to enter.
"Assalamualaikum," I said hello.
Arga and my mother answered my greetings. I approached the bed where the mother-in-law was lying. Even though he was sick, but the face of his judges to me did not just disappear.
"Not knock on the door first, this just goes right in. You don't have manners." The mother-in-law's words were very encouraging. Is that how wrong I was in not knocking on the door?
"Sorry Mom," I said, not wanting to aggravate the atmosphere.
"Look at Arga your wife's behavior is like someone who doesn't have rules." The words of the in-laws again ignited emotions. I tried to calm down and be okay but my mother-in-law hit the war drums instead. I chose to go out again without a word. I don't know what Mas Arga was talking about to his mother. I don't give a shit. Tired and disappointed with the words of the mother-in-law has managed to control the heart. I'm tired, I want to go home!