Replacement Ribs

58. Tristan is tortured

After Tristan's return from the hospital, every morning Kirana has to go through a myriad of different activities from her usual day. In addition to taking care of Mentari's preparations for school, she also has to take care of her big baby. Help Tristan take a shower and also change his clothes. Even Kirana has to feed when Tristan eats.

Her husband even became so spoiled with little to call her for help that was what Tristan himself could sometimes do. Just charging the phone battery, Tristan will call Kirana.

Kirana's already enlarged stomach naturally limited her movements. While the father and son only want to be helped by Kirana. It was like competing for his attention.

"Let's visit the doctor at ten o'clock. Today I'm from school straight to the hospital to check the gynecologist." Kirana prepared the drugs that Tristan was going to take.

"I'm with you, yeah. All control, let the doctor not come here."

"No need. Later if tired because obstetricians usually long," reject Kirana because he will be more troublesome if taking Tristan with his wheelchair.

"Oh yes. Soon I want to buy a vehicle for my mobility. Pity Mr. Cip if I'm in need and have to clash with Mama who might have an event as well. If today's enough time to get home from the hospital, I'm going to the showroom."

"should?" tristan asked half unwillingly if Kirana had to travel with her own vehicle. Even now, he can only stay at home.

"Yes. You always forbid that I take a motorbike."

Tristan speechless. Kirana was not joking. Since yesterday coming home from the hospital, the tone and attitude of his wife was always flat.

"Not going to the showroom. You just choose the car later to be escorted Lucky here," he said later.

"Lucky who?" kirana asked as she reached out for medicine for her husband to drink.

"Friend Mas has a car showroom" Tristan said before swallowing the medicine.

"Yes can. You're the one who chose. I don't know cars. The price is under 500. Let's not over budget," explained Kirana.

The shrill Mentari's voice called out to Kirana from outside the room. The woman rushed to take care of the rest of the drugs and put them in the drawer.

"Mother, let's go!" The screams of the Mentari were heard again.

"Yes. Salim and Papa used to be, Son," Kirana said from inside the room.

The little boy's head poked in the door. Then he went into the room with his father.

Kirana told the sun to wait in the car. Because he had to clean up Tristan's former meal today who asked for breakfast in the room because of the cold war with the mother.

"I'm leaving, yeah, Mom." Kirana grabbed her husband's hand and kissed him on the back.

"Yes!" call Tristan when Kirana is about to leave the room.

Kirana. "Is there anything else I need to help you with, Mom?"

"I ... want to hug you!"

Kirana was silent for a moment. "I'm in a hurry, Mas. Mentari was waiting" he said, then passed out of the room.

Tristan rattled his hair in annoyance. Kirana still cares about him. Invite him to talk and even take care of all his needs without complaining. But Tristan felt that his wife was slowly stretching the distance with him.

Kirana prefers separate bedroom sleep. By reason of his sleep is rough and afraid to disturb Tristan who is sick.

Every day Tristan can see Kirana, but to just hug his wife, it cannot be done. Kirana will dodge for many reasons. And his wife's current attitude tormented him more than when he was far away from Kirana.

The man took his gawai. Open a messaging app to contact Lucky, his college friend. Ask for a car that is ready for stock and can be sent that day as well. She must not forget that Kirana also has a stubborn side like her. If she didn't get the car today, it's not impossible that Kirana would have looked for her herself.

Tristan moved his wheelchair out of the room. She found her mother busy with her work. Busy taking care of the flower shop business scattered in several places.

Tristan's existence is ignored by the Mama. The woman had not even reprimanded her son since meeting at the hospital.

"Ma!" The call was ignored by Mrs Ratih.

"Tristan is sorry."

Mrs Ratih stopped the movement of her finger that was wiping the phone.

"Tristan apologizes for repeatedly disappointing Mama" said Tristan lirih.

"Not Mama. But your wife who you disappointed repeatedly. If it wasn't Kirana, it wouldn't be possible to take care of a husband like you anymore. Mama was just embarrassed by Kirana because of your behavior," said Bu Ratih fiercely.

Tristan bowed listlessly. Even her mother was more angry with her. Once you want to talk, his voice sounds spicy in the ear.

"If Kirana would prefer to split up, Mama would support her. You just take care of women not knowing themselves. Mama would never admit the baby in her stomach was your granddaughter. Nor will Mama give rights like Mentari and Kirana's child-to-be. He doesn't have this family's niqab" the bespectacled woman said.

"Ma, he's not Tristan's son. Me and Sil …."

"Don't say her name in front of Mama! Mama's sick!" Mrs Ratih moved with annoyance. Leaving Tristan and going to her room upstairs.

Tristan is getting frustrated. My mother did not even want to hear an explanation. What a jerk he is, that his family no one believes him anymore. If the attitude of his mother blatantly hates him, Another case with Kirana who is still good but still feels to keep her distance.

Tristan took his wheelchair to the back porch. From the terrace, he saw a large collection of ornamental plants of his mother on the side of the pool. If you do not remember the condition Tristan will certainly throw himself into a box of clear water to cool his head.

"Mas, are you here?"

Tristan was surprised to see Kirana suddenly already appeared at the door .He turned his wheelchair towards Kirana. Grab his wife's hand before he moves back away. Tristan trudged down from the wheelchair, folding his legs to his knees before Kirana. Resisting the excruciating pain from the wound on his leg.

"Tell me what to do for you to forgive me, Kirana."

"Mas, please don't be like this. Your feet are hurting." Kirana tries to lift Tristan's body.

"I don't care. Even the pain of you hurting me hurts more than my wounds, Kirana. I'm tormented by your attitude you."

Kirana's tongue saw the glass in both eyes of Tristan.

"I was wrong. Please forgive me Kirana! I can't stand it if you have to ignore it."

"Mas, yes. Here you must be taken to the hospital again if there's anything in your bones that's broken." Kirana could not bear to see people waving in such a way.

"I won't stand until you forgive me."

Kirana sighed softly. "I've forgiven before you asked for it" he said flatly.

"But your attitude doesn't show that, Kirana. I know you hate me."

"I'm not a vengeful person, Mas. Comeup! Doctor Ardi has arrived!" Kirana tried not to be touched by the dew in the corner of her husband's eyes.