The charm of Father-in-Law

Fernan's Regret

If Hana who is in Italy is happy, different from the one in Jakarta. Kartika is in an inner war.

Whether or not to continue the divorce proceedings.

He looked at Fernan who was sleeping on his bed.

Kartika found Fernan lying in front of her frame when she opened the door. Previously, Kartikan wanted to be indifferent, but when he saw the condition of Fernan who was not okay, he finally asked for help to two young men who happened to pass in front of his frame. And this is where Fernan was, in Kartika's room, helplessly limp.

Kartika put a bowl of porridge and warm tea on the nightstand. She sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the man who was still her husband with a sense of uncertainty.

Kartika touched Fernan's forehead, and it turned out that the man's body was very hot. Kartika went from there, to the kitchen located on the second floor to take ice water to compress her Husband.

“For what I did good to him! But, pity, however, in my husband and father of my son,” Kartika spoke to himself.

He returned to his room with a glass bowl filled with cold water and a little ice. When he arrived in the room, Fernan was conscious.

“Tika,” said Fernan with a vibrating voice.

“Don't Ge-er, I help you because of your sense of humanity,” said Kartika ketus, while walking closer to Fernan who was sitting in the middle of the bed.

“Whatever your reason. I'm happy that you want to help me,” replied Fernan softly.

Kartika handed her glass bowl to her husband. “Compress yourself!”

“My hands are limp,” said Fernan, reasoned, then laid himself on the bed again. His eyes ran out in every corner of the room.

The narrow room. Inside the room was only a two-door closet, a fan, and a Queen-sized bed that he currently used.

Fernan blamed himself, because he was his wife living hard and struggling alone like this.

“Tika, I'm sorry,” said Fernan sincerely.

“I have forgiven your mistake,” replied Kartika, while compressing her husband's forehead.

“Sorry, I cannot give you a second chance!” cut Kartika firmly.

Fernan gulped his saliva violently, not expecting his wife to know the direction of his conversation. He looked at the face of his wife who looked beautiful even though she was no longer young, the same face as Hana, his daughter.

“Hana, how are you?” ask Fernan.

“For what to ask him?” instead of answering, Kartika raised another question in a sharp tone.

“He's my son, Tika,” Fernan replied.

Kartika looked flat at her husband who was also looking at her but with a gentle gaze.

“Kids? Don't you think he's a child?!” kartika said cynically.

A regret that he regretted the most right now was saying such a painful thing to his daughter. He wanted to turn back the clock and pull his words.

“I regret it Kartika,” said Fernan full of regrets.

“She is already happy with her husband,” Kartika said with her two teary eyes.

Fernan sat himself down, looking at his wife deeply.

“Never disturb the happiness of Hana. He has been suffering because of you,” said Kartika again, holding his chest. Her memory returned to Hana's suffering, which caused a feeling of tightness in the chest.

Fernan removed the cloth attached to his forehead, putting it on the nightstand. A sense of regret burst into his chest.

“Can I talk to him?”

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Rasain, so parents don't be selfish! Gemess😤😤