SURVIVING BECAUSE OF STATUS

CHAPTER 24. BEST ROAD

After hearing Andara's voice I rushed into her room. Even if Mas Amir stopped me, I insisted. From his weak voice I was sure he had calmed down. After convincing my mother I went into my honeymoon room.

The sight I saw was so sad. Your body curled up on the mattress with his tilted body vibrating visible from the subtle vibrations of the blanket used to cover his body.

I put your head on my lap, my madam is shivering violently. Her body was hot, her eyes were tightly closed. I can't bear to see it. Really am. His mouth called my husband almost inaudible.

“mas...” My voice is loud in panic. I'm afraid something happened to Andara. I got a blanket up to his neck to ward off the coldness in his body. His lips still called my husband softly. A weak voice like a person muttering. Mas Amir went into the room followed by his mother and Annisa.

“it looks like a wound to his leg that caused his body to heat mir..” mother's voice sounded soft. I know this woman is basically good, so, when you see the condition of Youara helpless, her compassion appears.

“carry it to the hospital, afraid there is a broken glass left inside, later infection” he continued again. after hearing the words of Mas amir earlier. I don't know why we've forgotten what Andara did.

“no need, let alone no one will care about her anymore” my husband held back the anger

“what are you going to let you die here?” my in-laws were staring fixedly at my husband.

But there's a point, too

“quickly lift the mas car..I will accompany you to the hospital” my door to my husband.

Doubtfully Mas Amir raised his body and took it to the car

“bu, I tipped Rania, tonight my mother spent here first, afraid you were told to hospital” that was my husband's voice

“be careful, let mommy know if there is anything” mother's message, she drove us outside

“mom be careful at home, we leave first” I kiss my in-laws hand with reverence as well as my husband.

We got in the car, I sat in the back holding your head, until we got out of the garage Mom closed the door. Before he came in.

“assalamualaikum..” say we are together.

Mas Amir runs his car slowly, does not look like a panicked face as usual. Tired of being clearly drawn on his face. Poor husband.

“mas...the car is accelerated a little so fast until” firmly I say, pity you if it is too long on the road

“why should you care, this woman almost hurt you “ her tone sounds upset.

“if you died in your favorite car how” I said scared mas Amir, I know how valuable this four-wheeled vehicle is for him. How the struggle used to buy a car that became his dream since long ago.

Without saying anything, Mas Amir sped up his car. The way I succeeded wasn't.

***

“this is only a mild infection, but there is something else I want to convey” this young man in front of me is looking at us seriously. Instantly I was worried that his leg would be amputated, how would I take care of him. My maduku is a hassle.

Eyes empty. Towards the ceiling of my honeymoon treatment room. Conditions concern. Far from the word fashionable that has been attached to it.

“mari come to my room” we walk into a room that is not too big, with sky blue paint. We sat down with this young doctor.

“are you his family?” the doctor looked at us alternately

“my family doctor” said my husband relax.

“this sir, I saw the condition of your mother earlier. Looking at his empty gaze and his lips that mentioned one word over and over again. I make sure that there is something serious about the patient after his condition improves, maybe in the next two days you should take him to a hospital that is special to deal with the disease of the family Mr.” said the doctor carefully.

“what should I do doctor” surgery if what I fear is proven to be true, what should I do

“sorry mom, not her body but her soul that needs special handling” oh,,, I breathe a sigh of relief.

“I already know the doctor, he has a psychiatric disorder, just say no need to feel sad” words my husband has no soft now.

“oh, so I already know” the man in all white clothes was breathing a sigh of relief, maybe from earlier he conveyed slowly fear of offending us.

“well sir, this is the name of his hospital, the sooner the better to be quickly dealt” he handed the card in his hand.

“later I give the referral letter , maybe tomorrow or the day after can be brought, wait for a notification from the hospital” he said again

“thank you sir, then we'll excuse you.” we stood up, after my husband greeted the doctor. It's the name on his chest.

“hah, so troublesome he” lamented. That fast he hated Andara

“patience, it was you who brought him home. Though beautiful, too bad ya” sindirku. She looked at me sharply I looked down not daring to look at her

“ayo come home pity mom is afraid to worry waiting for us” she pulled my hand about to pass from this place.

“lho, Andara how” I hold his hand.

“let him, I want to go home, keep sleeping while weeping at you, tired of me all day taking care of him” so fast this man changed, as if just missed a heavy burden.

“ can not do it mas, tell his family so that someone waits for him” my advice, hopefully accepted

“iya,, no matter what order my mistress will carry out”a sweet smile rises from her lips, beginning to return to my husband's origin. Thank you God, this may be a good start for our family.

***

A middle-aged woman walked hurriedly to us, anxious murat was drawn there.We were deliberately waiting outside the room, taku aunty kamila was wrong room.

“he is in” replied my husband casually.We are waiting outside the pavilion room number 27

“thank you, I entered” aunty kamila walked to the door.

“wait aunty” that my husband's voice, prevent your mother who wants to enter

“doctor suggested Andara be admitted to Mental Hospital, I hope auntie does not mind, because for the good of Andara”

The gaze of this woman who gave birth to you instantly lowered her head. There was sadness and tears flowing down both of his cheeks.

Amir led him to sit next to me.

My hatred for this haughty woman instantly dissipated, changing pity. The heart of the mother who could hear her child would be taken to a mental hospital. Destroyed for sure, but, there's no other way. For the sake of his recovery even though this was heavy

“forgive me son, has made you have to bear all this” sobs can not be dammed anymore.I pity, I hold his hand, just strengthen. He looks at me softly. Sadness is clearly reflected, her tears continue to flow down the river. Describes an unspeakable wound spill.

I'm a mother not to have a serious illness like Andara. Rania's hot because she wants the flu, I can panic.

Being a mother is not easy. There is sacrifice, patience and sincerity at stake. There is time and energy that we sacrifice there is a heart that needs sincerity so that there is no word to complain. Clever in following the will of children where the needs and desires are not wrong care from an early age.

“forgive my mother shafira, I think her love for Amir will be able to heal her slowly, apparently not. Sorry mom has made your family face difficulties because of the behavior of my son” he said weakly. Her tears are still flowing.

I don't know how many times an apology has slid from her lips. I honestly want to answer. If I was a bar-bar woman wanted to feel like saying “have known the junkyard why put at home” but did not have the heart. I hold it, the time is not right.

“if anyone is to blame for this incident. His mother” his voice was full of regret

From here the story flows

“when giving birth to Andara, troubled aunt content, aunt's uterus must be removed. It is broken this heart. Whichever woman is not wistful, the body parts of our pride as women must be lifted when we are young, ” the gaze of her eyes look forward

“since I was little I spoiled him, whatever he wanted I would do. Because he's the only hope. The longer the desire the less like a child his age. But I try to meet any way”

“My household was destroyed because of that, I never heard my husband's advice not to obey all his son's will. Until we divorced because we always quarreled with the weeping” that had subsided, broke again. The clear thread was flowing unstoppable. My grip is getting tighter just to strengthen as a woman. I understand his sadness but can't do anything.

From the narration of aunty kamila, Andara schooled in often truant keluran with his friend. Buying branded goods has been done since High School. Several times received a letter of reprimand from the school.

The early semester lecture was also the same way often with his friend. Not following college. I got a call back from campus.

The third semester he was dating my husband. But her mother did not fend for me because my husband was considered unable to fulfill your unnatural desires. Until finally he betrothed Riko, a successful businessman in the field of property.

“dia not can not give offspring, but you do not want to have children. His existence is thought to only curb his freedom.This” is the most shocking confession to me. There are women like that. While many women go through various ways to get offspring. Starting from injecting hormones, consuming herbs, drugs to baby tube programs. Lha, this.

my husband's phone rang,

“Assalamualaikum ma'am,,”myu opened the conversation

“.................”

“already, the condition is good, only a mild infection, there is a broken glass that is still left” my husband replied.

“.................”

“later Amir tell me everything at home, mom rest only, assalamualaikum”

Mas Amir closed the conversation he put the flat object on his pants.

The clock shows the number 3 in the morning, astaghfirullah, our five hours in the hospital.

We finally say goodbye.

Today's events are really draining energy. Tired of birth.

***

“At last the tangled yarn has decomposed I want us to go back to how it used to be. Reorganizing relationships that had been broken down. Are you ready” my husband opened the conversation this morning. After mom and Anisa came home, I drove Rania to school. I want to wait for tini, there's something important to talk about.

“It takes time to heal wounds. The stench of betrayal is still clear. No one can guarantee that you won't repeat it again

What is left of the affair. His scars are capable of causing a loss of confidence. We are like this until my heart can accept.

If you want to change prove it, I want to see how much you sacrifice to change. Andara has accepted her destiny she has to bear the consequences of her greed. But remember, there are many other Andaras out there.

You are handsome and successful, I do not deny it, qualified enough to be made the object of a material adoring woman. They just simply open the cell*ngk*ngan affairs will be sorted out. Now how do you react to it” mas amir his eyes opened wide, hearing my speech. Definitely surprised. The wife he knew was submissive, changing in just one night.

I am syafira, a woman who has matured because of the hardships of infidelity. I will not repeat the same foolishness. For the second time.

I can forgive but not to forget betrayal, for changing things up the way they were. It's not as easy as turning the palm.

... note: never heard the word wise, your soul mate is a reflection of you. Syafira will meet the right person in time. Wait yes., ...

... ...

... Thank ye...