Take Off Yourself

Mual

Day after day passed, ever since that happened. Aina, never contact Hanafi again.

Yasmin and her husband's household, increasingly harmonious full of laughter and to the Hanafi messengers.

Early in the morning, Yasmin woke up and prepared breakfast as usual.

Her eyes were on her husband, something different. "Mas, are you sick? Your face is very pale,". He asked, holding the husband's face. "Your silence is warm, mas. don't work holidays, you don't feel well".

Hanafi, leaning on the chest of his wife and hugging tightly. "Why-why, darling. I'm not sick, I'm just a little lazy". He answered, feeling his wife stroking his cheek gently.

"Related, mas? Afraid why-why,loh. Rest first well, no need to palm". Pinta Yasmin, worried about her husband's situation.

"It's okay, honey. Just not feeling well doang, timasa lebay anyway. Yes, I'm going to take a shower first. It was so lazy, mandi". Grunts, with a shunt step into the bathroom.

Yasmin, shaking her head looked towards Hanafi. Unlike usual, he was lazy. "Right bath mas, last night we did not". Yasmin said, a little loud.

There was a sound of water, meaning that Hanafi was really taking a bath. "Try it, not last night. Not going to shower, Beerrr...It's cold,huuuff..." His grunts Hanafi, his body shivering withstanding the cold.

A few minutes later, Hanafi was ready with his work clothes on. Sit in a chair, get ready for breakfast. But just put on a lethargic face, not excited.

Today Yasmin, cook kale stir-fry and fried chicken.

Usually Hanafi, very greedy to eat food cooked by his beloved wife. Just the first mouthful, all of a sudden.

Uuekkkc....Ueekk....Ueekk...

Hanafi, run to the bathroom and vomit. Instantly his body was limp, helpless.

"Astagfirullah, ma'am". Pekik Yasmin, surprised to see the state of her husband.

Hanafi, out of the bathroom and led by his wife. Yasmin, give me a glass of warm tea water. "You're sick, I'm resting at home. Your face is so pale, I'm worried about you". Yasmin, nervous riled up.

"It's okay, honey. My stomach just got in the wind, you know. Later tell Jo, the shell must have lost the wind. I go first, there's something important that can't be left behind". Hanafi, kissing his forehead and his wife's entire face.

"Sure mas?I'm worried, you know,". Yasmin, kiss the back of her hand.

"Yes, I'm sorry I didn't have breakfast with your cooking. It's late, dear. At noon, the gold will be home. Assalamualaikum,". Hanafi said, smiling.

"Wa'alaikum greetings,mas. Be careful, don't be too tired". Yasmin, let her husband go to work.

Yasmin, go straight into the house and some others.

When it's over, because it's all alone. She intends to go to her parents' house, there it is definitely rame.

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"You haven't eaten yet, Yasmin? Eat it slowly dong,". Said Aminah ma'am, seeing her youngest child eating very greedily.

"Mommy, but want to eat again. Didn't know, this is it". Yasmin replied, grinning.

"Eat, even I'm happy to see you eating a lot. If you eat a little, then think of mom. You're afraid you're sick, or why". Bu Aminah, smearing the head of her son.

"Thank you mom, mother's cooking is delicious is second to none". Yasmin, smile.

"Mom, I'm worried about Hanafi".

"eeee... What's the matter, Hanafi boy?". Ms. Aminah, immediately stopped her work.

"The face of Hanafi, this morning was very pale. Keep going, Pasas wants breakfast. Eee...Even vomiting, mom. But, Hanafi insisted on going to work. He said no why, just in the wind. Later tell Jo, make her body scrap". Yasmin said, with a sad face.

"Astagfirullah, hope your husband is okay. That's how Hanafi's son is, not complaining if he's sick". Aminah, worried about her daughter-in-law.

"Ciyeeehh....Who began to worry about her husband's condition, uhuyy...". His sister-in-law's ejek.

"Cathisshhh... This ma'am, it's just there". His eyes, pout his lips.

"Some worries, son. Because your sister-in-law is already in love with her husband. In the past, ogah-ogahan wanted to marry Hanafi. Eee... It could be, really love". Sahut bu Aminah, giggling held back his laughter.

"Cathisshhh....Love it, suck me up". Yasmin muttered, Fate was heard by her mother. "I saw the living room in the clean, did you have any guests?". Ask.

"Oh, my mom wants to come tomorrow. Overnight up to 2 days, he said kangen same grandson". Answer lestari, brother-in-law.

"Hmmmmm... Will be rame tomorrow, long time not meet besan". continued Aminah ma'am, smiling.

"Oh, sir, the guest's a friend of the father's". Yasmin, the mangosteen heard it.

"Yasmyiii.nn....!Boo...!". Mr. Jamal, name his wife and son. He rushed towards the kitchen, giving bad news.

"O Allah, sir, what is it, to run?". Ms. Aminah, immediately approached her husband who was bored with breathing.

"That's...That,nak Hanafi..Huu...Huu...". Mr. Jamal, he's still breathing.

"Oh Allah, sir. What's up with, Mas Hanafi? What's going on,". Yasmin, was already frightened to hear it.

"Son Hanafi, fainting mom, son". Jamal replied, still bored.

"Astagfirullah,". Their words together, suddenly made Yasmin shocked to hear it.

Mr. Jamal and his family, immediately went to the nearest puskesmas. Because Hanafi, brought there. that's also Mr. Jamal, get news from others.

Yasmin, already crying hiccups in her mother's embrace. Ms. Aminah, who worried and calmed her son. "Patience son, your husband is fine. He's strong and not weak.must be Hanafi's son, just plain sick people". Persuade Aminah, stroked her son's back.

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Arriving at the puskesmas, directly to Hanafi hospital room.

Yasmin, immediately rushed to her husband who was lying weakly on the patient's bed. Her hand had been injected, so badly that her husband was sick.

"Mas,wake". Lirih Yasmin, in her sobs. "That's ma'am, if Hanafi is sick. He's still going to work,".

"Please son, we don't know this bad". Ms. Aminah, seeing her son's face so worried about her husband's situation.

"Patience son, said our doctor wait for Hanafi siuman first. Oh God, your husband's face is pale". Mr. Jamal, kasian to his son-in-law.

"Mas, wakeup! This is Yasmin, don't scare me". Lirih Yasmin, holding her husband's hand. Water on both of his cheeks.

"Jo, why is my daughter-in-law like this?". Ask Jamal sir.

"Know, papak. Initially, Mr. Hanafi, asked in the crack. Not yet scraped, already vomiting. Mr. Hanafi's face is very pale. Not long after, suddenly unconscious. It's all of us, running straight to the puskesmas here". Jo replied, bowing her head.

"Then, what did the doctor say?". Ask Mr. Jamal, again.

"Doctor said, Mr. Hanafi is okay. Everything's normal,". Jo replied, I was surprised Jamal sir.

"Don't lie to me, Jo. Anything else covers up everything, how could my daughter-in-law be okay. Look at him, lying weak and his hands on the infusion". Pal Jamal, stare at Jo.

Glekk...

Jo, don't dare look at Jamal sir. "The truth sir, I'm not lying. Just ask the doctor". Jo replied, terrified.

Waduh.... Quickly aware of the boss, fear the same father-in-law to the sidean.