Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

18. The Divided Attention

After we went home that day, I talked to my mom about it. I don't want to keep secrets about the disease, I do this so that mom wants to take care of her health well. Mom just smiled and nodded when I talked about it while crying loudly on mom's lap. Sinta stroked my back, she broke into tears.

'Been already. My mother is also old. I'm tired, Yu'. That's what mom said. It made my cry grow stronger. I understand that last sentence. It is not easy to live his old days with a severe disease. I thought I was just having a heart attack, but it turns out .. Other diseases were lodged in my mother's head.

The doctor said she had a brain tumor, still stage one. Treatment can be done by surgery to remove the pain, but still I as a child can not stand the explanation and make me down. Especially with someone else in my life. I'm also not sure if Mas Hilman can help the cost of surgery and also the treatment of post-operative mothers later. Of course, it is not easy in terms of cost for the mother to perform surgery, because it must present several expert doctors, in addition to surgical removal of the tumor also to maintain the stability of her heart.

I wanted to take care of my mother, but the stubborn mother wanted me to always be with my husband. Married women place the paradise is on her husband, so if the mother has started advising. I'm right to be in a dilemma right now.

The sound of the door being knocked from the outside made me stop the movement of my hands on the keyboard on the laptop.

"Mbak Ayu's. Ma'am ...!"

I got up to open the door.

"What's wrong?" I asked when she had a sweet face, but it felt annoying to me. I don't know when I can accept him being my sister as Mas Hilman and my mother-in-law said.

"Annu ... Are you busy, no? My waist is aching, Ma'am ...."

"Continue?" ask me with a sharp look at him. He lowered his head with a sad face.

"My waist hurts, can you please massage?" ask Hana with a witty look.

"Call me Mak Ani. The green house at the end of the street. She's a masseuse, she knows about pregnancy, so massaging there won't do any harm either. I'm afraid of being wrong" I said. Hana looked down deeper and deeper with both hands playing the edge of her shirt until tangled.

"Oh so yeah. Yes already .. sorry I interrupted Ms Ayu's break," he said then went to his room.

I closed the door to return with my work. I need to get serious about what I do. Opportunities like this are rarely obtained. When else just at home get money, like people keep candles only. Not seen working, but the rupiah coffers increased, hehe ....

The sound of the door opened right after I had just sent out two chapters for an update. I turned my head and saw Mas Hilman coming hurriedly towards me.

Why did he come home? It's still lunchtime.

"Yu, why don't you help Hana? Hana was feeling her waist pain, why did you tell Hana to go to the masseuse alone?" asked Mas Hilman in succession when he was near me. I glanced at her question. Did the woman call mas hilman?

"You're too much, you're just asked to wipe his waist, you don't want to!" he shouted with anger.

I closed my laptop and got up to stand on equal footing with him.

"So Hana asked to be massaged not rubbed. And I don't dare, Mom. Yes, I said that Hana is better to massage with Mak Ani. She is more skilled, also knows about pregnancy problems. He could be more careful!" I replied with a little anger to him. It seems like what he asked me and what was talked about to Mas Hilman was not the same.

"But can you call him here, why do you have to send a pregnant person there?" Mas Hilman still does not seem to accept.

"House is also close, Mas. It's also a good walk there for a little exercise. He's sleeping too much in the room, it won't be good for his health." I'll just answer that. Indeed in reality he was just too much of a fall. Isn't that not good for her health and her baby?

"At least you can accompany him there, right? Or take him on a motorbike. Not on foot! You also do not want to help him, just stay in the room. What if there's nothing with him?!" His face looks angry. I just sighed and looked at him in annoyance.

"I see he's fine. Nothing's wrong."

Mas hilman looked at me sharply with a look of dislike.

"Yes he looks fine, but what if something happens to him? You want responsibility?" ask Mas Hilman again. His words were piercing in this heart. She was so worried about that woman. I just kept quiet, feeling the pain that had just been created because of his words.

"Huh, now it's hard to ask you well!" he said with a slight annoyance, then he turned around and walked towards the door. Close the door violently.

I sat on the edge of the bed. He never yelled at me before, but why is it so easy now for him to speak in such a high tone? Did I go too far not to take Hana to the masseuse?

I came out of the room and saw Hana's open door. There was no one there, it was possible that the sound of the car was Mas Hilman taking Hana away.

...***...

"You should eat this. The doctor said you have to eat a lot of fruit." Mas Hilman persuaded Hana to eat mangoes that he had cut into pieces. That afternoon they went to the hospital, I saw Mas Hilman carrying a white plastic bag containing medicine that I was sure for Hana when they both went inside the house.

"No, I don't want it, not good." The pregnant woman refused by shaking off Mas Hilman's hand.

"Do you want a banana?" asked Mas Hilman persuaded again. Some kind of fruit is on the dining table. "Eat a banana? It is hard to eat rice. You have to think about the baby in your stomach. Don't let him starve."

The woman pursed her lips, "Prepare my stomach, Mas." He spoke in a spoiled tone while looking at my husband lovingly.

Mas Hilman turned his head towards me with an unpleasant look.

"Mas, come elus my stomach. I don't want to eat if you don't wipe!" he nodded furiously. In fact, now both hands are folded in front of the chest.

"Yes .. yes, but you have to eat?" Mas Hilman said in a persuasive tone as well as pleading with the woman. Hana nodded happily then lowered both of her hands to the side. Mas Hilman rubbed the woman's stomach in a slow motion.

"Well, if it's like this, I'm also good, I want to eat it too. Don't know why if it's not in the same elus you, it's not good to eat either!" exclaimed the woman then quickly she ate the fruit that Mas Hilman had cut for her. Eating voraciously, at first glance I can't believe it's real, or is it just common sense? The woman's gaze and smile were as mocking towards me.

"I'm done, Mom. Then please if you guys are done too, get the rest done, yeah." I got out of my seat with a plate with little food left. It does not feel resistant to see them behave like that, it does not hurt because they are legitimate husband and wife, but it does not feel ethical to also make out in front of other wives.

Kulirik Mas Hilman who was staring at me, his hand had stopped moving, but Hana forced the hand to stroke her stomach again. I don't want to see, but the corner of this eye still catches what they're doing at the dinner table.

Not wanting to be there for long, I'm leaving. I'd better take this feeling out of my heart by going back to writing.

Hilman went into the room. I just glanced at the corner of my eye and then refocused on the phone I was holding.

"I'm sorry, Yu. About that afternoon ...."

"That's it, Mas. Don't talk about it anymore. I was wrong too, right?" I said with a sniffle.

"If there was anything with Hana this afternoon, it's okay to be angry with me. I was wrong not to take her there."

Mas Hilman sat by my feet. He put his hand on my knee, stroking it gently.

"Hana it's okay. Right what you said, the doctor said he just lacked movement. I'm sorry that I yelled at you" he said softly.

"Yu," he called, when I didn't press him. "I miss you." Mas Hilman is getting closer. "Yes!"

Mas Hilman took the hp in my hand and kept it out of reach. He kept it at my foot. Mas Hilman's face looked embarrassed with eyes full of love. The red face was approaching me. I haven't seen her in a long time with such an adorable face.

I don't know what magnets are there, I think I'm also attracted to him. Unknowingly, our lips were already stuck together and ....

Ah ... I miss this touch. Especially when Mas Hilman pulled me and he was on top of me. All his subtle touches made this soul float. I never get disappointed.

Mas Hilman's warm breath blows under my nose. One hand held the weight of his body, while the other hand began to unbutton my pajamas. Those warm hands started to get inside my clothes ....

"Mas!"

"Mas Hilman ... Ouch!" The sound from outside stopped Mas Hilman's movements, the sound of knocking on the door was heard quietly. As soon as my husband sat up straight and immediately stood up leaving me still stuck staring at his disappearance from this room.