Tarnished On The Bride's Night

Will He Believe?

Prosecutor!

The phone fell off as soon as the call broke. Suddenly Dara's body trembled and limp. In such circumstances, he tried to reach for his phone again and searched through Vita's phone number contacts.

But after calling so many times, his call was not lifted by the woman. “You're going to get your phone, Ta? I need you now.”

Feeling anxious and impatient again, Dara forced herself towards her in-laws' house. “Luck home in-laws close. Try it in Thousand Islands. I have to cross first by cruise.”

“Mbak Dara?” security asked as soon as Dara came. “Eh, why, kok nangis?”

“I want to go in,” replied Dara without having anything to do with the security question just now. She did not want to talk to him for too long because he was in a precarious state.

“Please. But Madam Vitya again drove Kaka Ray to school. Umi Ros and her brother are also going to shop.”

Dara suddenly stopped her steps, “Why can?” his tan jolted and of course was very irritated to hear the news. “Why is everyone leaving? Ha's? I need them!”

Security sir was confused because he suddenly became a target. “Aduh ... Mba Dara. Where do I know. My job is to keep the house and open the door.”

Seeing Dara who was getting sobbing made security become confused. “This is tea why oruh, why the louder the crying, ouch! Don't cry like this. What can I help you with, Ma'am?” While continuing to scratch his head which of course does not feel itchy at all.

“Alif want in operation ... he is in Semarang now. Who should I ask for help to?” dara said that immediately made the old man's eyes buyak.

“In operation?!”

“Because of appendicitis.”

“Ya already, yes already. Ma'am Dara calm down first, sit first inside. I contact Umi Ros now so I can quickly go there.”

Dara nodded. He sat inside and calmed himself. Luckily there was Aunt at the time who helped her calm down and gave her a warm drink to make Dara feel better.

“What is the appendix that can heal, Bi?” ask Dara silly.

“Cure healed. The origin of the meal in the guard,” replied he smiled because he saw Dara as sweet as it was. “Mas Alif is famous for eating carelessly. That's why I like to be angry. Smoking is also banter.”

Dara stunned. All this time he did not really know and understand Alif well whatever his habits. And what Aunt said earlier seemed to make a hard slap for her because lately she has not paid too much attention to her husband's stomach other than her own stomach. Even he also let Alif miserable alone with all his fatigue beside he was busy working. He knows that men like him never do homework. Should have been, he shouldn't have been. He should still do his job at home because the obligation is still an obligation. There is nothing at all to do with what is called vengeance.

It is true that Alif had a big mistake that destroyed his life. But despite the ridiculous way, isn't it to lead her to a better life in the present?

Suppose he has lifted it from a narrow street to be moved to a wide, paved highway. Which will then make it easier to go to where you want and aspire.

Can he repeat the past and fix it? Of course not, right?

 For a moment he regretted his actions.

But now his daydream was scrapped when he heard the car Umi Ros and Abah stopped in front of the house. Maybe because of panic, so he forgot his greetings and immediately walked quickly to meet his daughter-in-law.

“Dara, Dara? What's the matter?” ask her with a hunting breath.

“Alif has appendicitis, Mi,” replied Dara back in pool.

“Yes Allah, the son. Young is already having appendicitis. Ada—saja. Hopefully this elderly heart can be strong see his naughty child who almost makes a surprise every day.”

“Hush, don't talk carelessly,” sergeant Abah disagrees with his wife's remarks just now.

“Where else have you been, Bah? Every now and then try to give him good news for us.”

“The name is also calamity, no one knows.”

“Change please contact Jack now. Tell Jack that Alif needs surgery, surgery. Decide immediately. Don't wait for us to come,” Umi Ros said. And Abah Haikal did it right away.

“Son, it seems we can't wait for Vita or Yudha to come home. We'd better just go now. Later let Umi driver who drives,” Umi told Dara.

“Yes, Dara is getting ready now, Mi,” replied Dara stood up and returned home to put a few sets of clothes into the bag. Dara thought the distance from the hospital and to the mother's house was close enough, so maybe she could take it from there if she needed something else.

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“Why did Alif rush to get there once, son? Until I don't want to go to Umi. Usually if you go far he always goes home first, ‘Umi say want to go there, or want to come here’. Now you know he got there. It hurts anyway!”

“Alif says Jack wants to go home,” Dara answered briefly while holding back the whack.

“Sickness dead-end until the operation means the pain is long yes, Bah. But how did Umi just find out? Has it never been checked? If the appendix pain is usually painful often. There was an experience from Umi's friend. The pain is the same as Alif, only he did not arrive at the operation because it was caught faster.”

“Alif fear same doctor,” replied Abah briefly. Everyone in the car laughed. Then Abah also told when Alif was small. He was very afraid of people in doctor uniforms let alone syringes. Because he had been traumatized by seeing sharp objects while he was in circumcision. Even so afraid of Alif until held by the crowd. Not only did he get there, after that he was very angry and continued to cry all night because he could not bear to see his precious things that had disappeared as small as possible.

“Body is big, same doctor is afraid,” said Umi Ros then after Abah finished speaking. But now he turned to his side because Dara seemed not interested in their conversation. He saw the child was lethargic and kept staring down like he was holding something back.

“You're sick, Son?” ask Umi Ros later. Touching and holding his cold, but sweaty body.

"Dizziness, Mi," Abah said.

But Dara did not answer, the woman had already smothered her mouth.

“Yes Allah, Son!” Quickly Umi Ros took the plastic that was always tucked in the seat of the car in front of her sitting.

Abah who sat in front suddenly panicked and asked the driver to pull over his car for a moment to the nearest rest area.

Once there, Umi Ros takes her to the toilet and buys her a warm drink.

“It's better?” ask him when they sit down at the table. It was only the two of them because Abah and his driver were in the musala, all of them worshiping. “Spend the drink yes, so that his body feels warm. You must have been cold before the AC temperature in the car was too cold. Or Dara want to eat what let Umi buy?”

“Not hungry, Mi ...,” watered down by reply.

“Little bit, Son. So that your stomach has contents.”

“How are you doing Alif News now, Mi? I'm worried.” Dara continued to worry about Alif. Her mind could not be distracted by her husband's situation now somehow. Jack did not return the message again. Maybe the man is angry with her at this time because of the matter of turning off the phone. Ah, it's hard to talk to short-spoken people like Jack. Dara was astonished. Alif can be friends with the same people as him. Or maybe because of one frequency so connect? I don't know.

“She is safe in the hands of doctors, no need to think too much, later even you who drop. Or Dara is filling now, so Dara is sick?” guess Umi Ros. They are fellow women, so be very understanding of this situation. Yeah, of course you are. Especially at his age who is certainly very experienced.

When Umi Ros asked that, Dara immediately lowered her head. He was afraid to tell the truth.

“Loh, why even be sad Cah ayu?" he said very gently and carefully for fear of offending. Women who are in this situation usually tend to be more sensitive. "The same story, yes. It's just the two of us here. Abah is much like us.”

Not long after, Dara answered softly, “By late this month, Mi. Yesterday it was self-checking, and the result was positive.”

“Alhamdulillah Yes Rabb,” said Umi Ros was very happy because he finally could have a grandson from his second child.

“But ...” Dara hesitated to continue her words. Yet the gentle grasp on his hand at this moment made himself finally feel confident. “Because we've been married three weeks. Is she pregnant? Dara fears Alif accused Dara of cheating, Dara of trauma ...”

Umi Ros laughed at the reason. “Umi shakes her head if she says so. She is her husband.” Then Umi Ros tried to explain it slowly, “The content is not calculated from when you were married, but from the first day of the last menstruation. So if it is menstruation before the agreement, and conduct biological intercourse on the first night, maybe now your gestational age is four or five weeks.”

Dara was a little relieved to hear his explanation just now. “What Alif will believe or want to understand my explanation later, Umi?”

“Later Umi help explain ...,” he said sounds very wise. “Know like this earlier you do not need to go there. Just wait at home until Alif gets home.”

 

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