Take Off Yourself

Weepy

"Mom, Yasmin please! I, I, do not want to see the face of Hanafi". Pinta Yasmin, she turned her face away. When Hanafi, he stepped into his wife's room.

Deggs....

Hanafi's footsteps came to a halt, upon hearing the wife's words. Hearing Yasmin, it's rumbling. He, hurry to the hospital. Don't forget to stop by, to the flower shop.

Hanafi, buy a bouquet of roses for his wife. In fact, just one step in. Already expelled by Yasmin, his hands clenched tightly.

Yasmin's tears, flowing and straight on her wipe.

"Son Yasmin, don't talk like that. Hanafi boy, your husband. He, look after you day and night". Persuade bu Aminah, directly.

"No, Yasmin please. Yasmin, was unable to meet him. Because of Hanafi, I lost my son". Sobs, Yasmin. As heard by, Hanafi was still staring at the door.

"Astagfirullah, son. This is all fate, how else? Please let your son go, explain what happened. Kasian nak Hanafi, he misses you so much and worries about your situation". Mr. Jamal, trying to persuade his son.

"Father and mother, kasian to mas Hanafi. But not with me. Enough, Yasmin needs time to be like before. Mommy's sick, very sick. What's more, my son is gone. As if, my life is ruined ma'am". Yasmin said, crying out for freshness.

Hanafi, immediately resigned his steps and closed the door again. With a gontai step, sit in the waiting chair and bow. A bouquet of roses, placed on the side. Her tears are gone, how else. Hanafi, feeling very guilty. "I'm sorry, Yasmin. I know, you hate me so much". Lirih Hanafi, try to be patient.

I'm sorry, mas. Me, it takes time to be with you. Be satisfied, because of you. Me, losing everything. Even for life, I can no longer. Inner Yasmin, she was so devastated in her life. What's more, the baby's gone.

His parents Yasmin, can only follow the will of his son. How nice, when I heard Yasmin was awake. Long enough to shed longing and crying.

Yasmin, has already passed the critical period and started the recovery stage. Still in the hospital, not allowed to go home.

The doctor asked Yasmin to take a complete rest. Don't think about anything else, just focus on healing.

Doctors, suggest that visitors to visit patients at the limit. Yasmine is afraid, still traumatized and stressed.

"Son Hanafi, forgive Yasmin. He is probably still traumatized by this incident". Mr. Jamal, get out of the room to see his son-in-law.

"It's okay, sir. Hanafi, understand the state of Yasmin. Hanafi, it's wrong sir. Not becus looking after his daughter, father. It's only natural that Yasmin blames Hanafi. Take it easy, Hanafi is sincere with everything. That's if Yasmin, asked to separate. Me, ready sir". Hanafi said, wholeheartedly if Yasmin asked to separate from him.

"Astagfirullah, don't talk like that, son. Yasmin, there's no way to ask for separation. He asked for time to be together again. Forgive the child, father". Mr. Jamal, feel sorry for his son-in-law.

"Sir, give me Yasmin. Please tell me, my apologies. Hanafi, must go and take care of Yasmin's trial. The police, asking for an interrogation of Yasmin. Yasmin's condition is still weak. So, I'm delivering this petition to the authorities". Hanafi said, He takes care of everything.

Rosella's death, still a puzzle. I don't know who killed him. What was the motive, for his death. Faris and Hamid accuse Yasmin of killing him.

Rosella's family, not accepting her death. They, they want to demand back to Yasmin. Of course, Hanafi would not let that happen. He, trying to find hard evidence that Yasmin is innocent.

Mr. Jamal, lucky to have a son-in-law like Hanafi. After Hanafi's departure, Jamal went inside and gave Yasmin a bouquet of flowers.

"Receive son, from your husband". Mr. Jamal said, putting a bouquet of flowers next to Yasmin.

Yasmin, take it and throw it on the floor.

"Don't hate your husband, son. Don't blame her, your husband. He's trying to find solid evidence. Because of Rosella's death, it's still a puzzle. Faris and Hamid, blame you. The big problem is, the Rosella family is suing you". Mr. Jamal said, immediately making Yasmin stunned.

"I, not wrong sir. Take it easy, Yasmin has solid evidence". Yasmin replied, not accepting the Rosella family's demands.

"Sir, don't talk about this. Yasmin, still in recovery. Don't add to his mind, Kasian sir". Ms. Aminah, directly prevent her husband. In order not to, continue the conversation even further.

"Calm down, mom. Yasmin, it's healed". Yasmin replied, smiling slightly. His hands, touching a flat stomach. His tears flowed, remembering the baby. Forgive mom, son. Unable to, take care of you. Thank you, for stopping in my mother's womb.

Ms. Aminah, crying to see her son who still thinks of her baby. He, feels the loss of his future granddaughter.

Mr. Jamal, trying to make his son tough. Whatever happens, hopefully it can be passed by sincerely.

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Day after day passed, Yasmin had already started to improve. Doctor, stated that Yasmin could be allowed to go home. Provided that you regularly take medication and check the condition once a month. Do not forget to keep your diet and do not mind much.

During Yasmin, in the hospital. Sometimes Hanafi, waiting for his wife outside. Because Yasmin, it's not permissible to see him.

"Yasmin, wants to stay at the father's and mother's house". Pinta Yasmin, directly approved by her parents.

Hanafi, did not forget to prepare the needs of Yasmin and bring her to the house of her in-laws. Upon hearing, Yasmin did not want to stay at her house.

Yasmin's return was warmly welcomed by neighbors and others. It was also Mr. Jamal, immediately brought his son inside. Not allowing, his neighbor to meet Yasmin. Afraid of his son's condition, still shaken.

Hanafi, just looking from a distance. Until Yasmin, disappeared from his sight.

"Pak kades, well patience. Likely, Mr. Kades' wife is still traumatized". Said his neighbor, smiling.

Hanafi, smiled and nodded his head. Since then, he has often been out of focus. His mind was fixed on the wife.

"Sir, mother, Yasmin asked for something. After finishing this matter, Yasmin wanted to stay in the city. Just wanted to calm down,". Pinta Yasmin, looking at her parents.

"How about your husband". Ask Mr. Jamal, uncomfortable with his son-in-law.

"Sir, can't obey Yasmin's will. He needs calm sir. Don't force the will, father". Aminah, defend her son.

"Me, don't you know sir? Yasmin, ask for time. Don't know, until when. My life is broken, my passion for life is gone". Yasmin replied, bowed down sadly. Her tears, shed from earlier.

"Yasmin, don't blame your husband, son. Remember that, don't hang your household. Same thing, you're torturing yourself". Mr. Jamal, gently brush the head of his son.

"Speak son to your husband. He was also devastated, for the loss of your baby. He was so tormented by this incident. Because of him, he's not taking care of you. Plus, you ignore it". Persuade Aminah, hugged her daughter. "Remember son, not entirely your husband is wrong. Introspect yourself, don't blame others".

Hearing the mother's words, Yasmin cried coldness in her mother's embrace. Rizky and his wife were silent. Just hear their words, outside the door.