
"I work as Art in another city Doc, Does my Dad still have to be treated at this hospital?" ask Aisyah.
"Yes, until the condition is stable, because in fact he is also having problems with his hull" explained Arman, his position sitting in front of his desk, making him face to face with Aisyah, who was also in the middle of the house, so that Arman can see clearly the beauty of Aisyah.
"But how can my father be healed, while I have to work, for the sake of the treatment of Father as well, , I am confused doc, must accompany Father or work?" Aisyah's speech was adorned with a dilemma of sadness.
"Are there no other brothers?"
"There was no dock, yesterday who drove here said my neighbor," said Aisyah crying.
Arman understood the feeling of Aisah who was in Dilemma
"Do you have a KIS card or something?"
"We don't have any, doc."
"Then, ask for information not to be able to go to the local village!" Advice Arman.
"I tried it, but I can't"
"Why?"
"Our true color is We the rich who have just fallen into poverty, which is why we have no brothers, because no one wants to acknowledge us as brothers" said Aisyah sadly.
"Your mother?"
"Mother.., run away somewhere "Aisyah looked down.
"Hmmm Alright, I'll try to help you as much as I can, you don't have to work first, take good care of your Father !" Pinta Arman's.
"Thank you doc, thank you "Aisyah also passed by smiling with relief, making her beauty more radiated, after Aisyah passed, Arman felt that something was left behind, yes, Aisyah's beautiful smile was now left in her heart, He smiled at himself feeling it.
"Dad, it's time to eat, Aisyah bribe ya, after that I take medicine, let it heal quickly!"Aisyah persuaded her Father, but her father continued to refuse.
"Sir, you don't want to be healed? If you do not want to eat, and take medicine, you will find it difficult to heal, pity Aisha alone!" Arman.
"I'm tired and tired of all this doc ! Ever since I fell into poverty, my wife ran away, you don't want to admit me, so what am I living for!" Mr. Shodiq raved.
"Life is not for the rich and for all to admit, when we are rich we are acknowledged and when we are poor we are shunned, it is not a sincere confession.
Actually with us falling poor, we know which is sincere and which is not, thank God you still have Aisha, a child who is devoted to the Father" persuaded Dr. Arman.
"I beg you, you must be sure to recover, for the sake of your son, He has no one but you" added Arman, hearing that, Mr. Shodiq was finally willing to eat and drink medicine.
"Thank you Doc, thank you for everything! Later if I have money, I'll replace it, Doc !" Aisha sumringah.
"Don't think about it, the important thing is to focus on your father's recovery" Pinta Arman.
Since then, Arman and Aisyah have grown closer.
***
While Nur and Baim were focusing on marketing Nur's stitching children's clothes, Baim decided to sell them himself on the roadside, in the markets, rather than at a clothing store.
And for the material, Baim and Nur shopping alone, no longer use from the patchwork material, so the model and size can be more varied.
It has been a month they run the way, and the results are smooth, but because the sewing is only Nur, where his hands are only two, which is enough to produce a few clothes per day, just a few days, until Nur saw weak due to fatigue.
"It looks like Mommy is too forced energy and time to sew, if I can also sew, maybe it can help a little, or how about we move a bigger contract, Bun, and we buy a sewing machine again, or we find a tailor, so Mommy's cutoutin only ?" Baim gave me an idea
"It's also a good idea, but do we have capital?"
"The money from selling my sport bike is still there, oh yes indeed how much the price of a big machine for a production like this Bun?"
"Between 2.5 to 3.t million "
"God willing my money is enough, here is also to buy the material, I feel very confident, Dad, we will be able to build this business into a convection business or it could be later we can make boutiques also Bun,"
"Thank you, Bun, for supporting me and loving me" Baim threw his arms around Nur.
"That's my duty as a wife" they almost had a romantic scene, but suddenly there were guests saying greetings in a hurry.
"Assalamualaikum, mbak Nur" said Novi while pushing the door.
"Waalikumsalam" Nur immediately opened the door.
"Mbak Nur, please I mbak, Mas Deni hit me again mbak" Novi splashed into Nur's arms, Baim understand, because they often heard her husband beat her.
"I go out first, "Baim Pamit.
"Try the story first that tenag, how to start" asked Nur.
"We had a big fight earlier mbak, He accused me of cheating mbak, then He slapped me even hit me , I'm afraid mbak !" Novi.
"Has he been hitting you a lot ?"
"For 6 months of being his wife, every time He got angry, must have hit me, even though I'm pregnant now, He's still rude." Novi's cries are getting louder.
"When you're dating how's the attitude?"
"He's good mbak, courtship time He was so royal and caring that it made me bucin, but my parents did not approve of us, therefore we eloped mbak hyks..!"
"This is already KDRT name, do you not want to report it to the authorities?"
"No mbak, I don't want him in jail, I'm also ashamed if I have to go back to my family"
"Are you happy in this situation?"
"To be honest, I don't, but I don't have a choice,"
"Actually there is no choice, but you who do not want to choose to be happy, getting married is the goal to get peace in a household that is sakinah mawaddah warahmah, she said, if you do this, you're just torturing yourself "
"I have to how's mbak ?"
"Actually, having a husband and wife separate is forbidden in religion, because it includes ruining other people's households, but in your case, you can legally ask for a divorce because your husband is wrong, so the choice is in your hands to stay in suffering or to escape suffering and return to your family, even if you feel ashamed of them, but it is your family that loves you sincerely"
"What about the child in this womb?"
"I think go back to your family first, if your husband has any regrets, he will ask you to come back to your family well, if he doesn't want to pick you up, then He's let you go, if you are together and He does not want to change, it is your son's father later, will be an outlet of his anger, there are many incidents of husbands torturing his wife and even his son."
"Choose what is best for you and your child, reduce your ego to your parents" Nur added.
"Yes mbak, I just want to go back to my parents mbak, I realize, This is probably because there is no blessing from them, they are right, I am too blind to judge Mas Deni, I know, just because of love" Novi's cry died down.
"You must rise! Love yourself and your child !"
"But the mother who drove me to my parents was mbak , I'm afraid mbak" pinta Novi.
"Novi...!! New...!! I knew you were inside, quickly open the door" Deni rampaged through Nur's house, while Novi and Nur were terrified inside, they hugged each other out of fear.
"Vi, I've never been hit by your husband feel this fear, let alone you who are often beaten every day" said Nur who was frightened.
"Yes mbak, I have never felt calm" replied Novi who was also frightened.
And Deni manages to break down the door, Nur and Novi get more frightened, they scream for help, while Deni pulls Novi's hand forcibly
"Let's go home, you wife does not know herself, how dare to open the disgrace of husband Hah...!"he said while pulling his wife's hair
"Let go of Novi, she's pregnant, don't hurt her anymore, "cry Nur
"Mbak don't interfere in the household affairs of people yes" Deni snapped, Nur was even more frightened.