The Love Struggle of Miss Ruth
Chaptre 140. Joints Apology
The night was so quiet that finally made Joints move
go into the house without thinking much more. Wuri's Left
who just stared at his disappearance. There is a feeling of sadness and hope in the figure
the back of the man who was his son all this time. And now that status is
turned into a daughter-in-law of course.
With a slow step full of doubt, Joints began to approach
the bed is now filled with one woman who is none other than his wife.
His eyes looked at Dina's back. The sound of the breath
regular sounding made him carefully approach then sit on the edge of the bed
that's.
Dina seems to have fallen asleep or even she just
pretending to sleep to avoid her husband. I don't know it's just the
know this moment.
“I...apologies.” Joints blur while holding
the wife's back was behind him at this moment.
Silent. No conversation was heard from either. Dina just kept her eyes closed without answering her husband.
There were only two possibilities that Joints had guessed. First maybe
the wife was completely asleep. Or the second option, Dina is not
wanted to talk to him after the dinner table incident last night at dinner.
Joints finally sighed violently, he decided to
follow the wife lying on the same bed.
Without him knowing if behind Dina's back looks open
his eye.
“You don't need
say sorry to me, Joints. I am a woman who is too ignorant.
There are too many requests I want from you. But I actually don't
be able to realize all the shortcomings that exist in me.” He felt the moment
it falls very much at the lowest base.
Dina was already much different from the time they were together before.
Wuri has managed to make the child's mind open of course. And it can
Feel the joint at this time.
If previously he strongly rejected Dina's presence, but
this time he felt Dina was not a woman worthy of being ignored. Maybe all
her past was very bad, but it wasn't entirely Dina's fault. Joints
of course take part in that.
One sentence Joints believe. ‘If your wife is
a good woman, then you as a husband should take better care of her.
But if your wife is not a good woman, when you are legally a husband
and imam. You have to guide and change it. Not even
scold him and leave him. Especially if you throw it away.’
***
Here, a beautiful minimalist house looks like a husband
my wife was enjoying the fresh air that morning. The sun that gives off light
the yellowish made the two old faces glare as they dried their bodies in
beneath it.
The weather they have longed for for years
for a long time, now they can finally feel the warmth of the sun
in the morning.
Tarisya with her husband talking while he
sitting in the front seat of his yard.
“Dad, mother will treat only until healed. Don't
must be eager to heal.” He was gentle with a husband who was not
I can talk anything until now.
Only the smile on the old man's face looked as if he was
answer the words of the wife. Tarisya smiled seeing the spirit in her
husband this time.
Timing. Well just the time they are waiting for right now. Time
who knows how many more days, really Tarisya can not be patient anymore to
waiting for the happy moment will gather with the child.
The smile on the old woman's face disappeared slowly as she recalled
Shandy who he heard from Dava if his daughter still can't
meet him for the next eight months.
“Yes Allah.hopefully everything will improve soon. Give it
ease for our children, O God. I am looking forward to that moment
we've been waiting all this time. Allow us to see all the children
we who have grown up with their handsome and beautiful face.” Prayerfully
Tarisya looked so deep in his expectations.
Tring Tring Tring's.
The sound of the phone ringing that morning made him regain consciousness
from reverie. Tarisya looked at the phone that Dava had just bought when it came
to that house.
There was a smile on his face. The simple thing is, indeed,
got a call from his oldest son this morning.
“Jeff...” cleanly wipe tears without feeling
trickles.
“Halo, Jeff.” Sapa Tarisya swiftly after lifting
that phone call.
“...”
“Iya, Son. Mother same father is outside the house. Just now
we wake up.” Tarisya said with a happy voice.
“...”
“What? You want to come here today with Berson? Yes yes, Mother
wait ya? Mommy will cook your favorite food..”.
“Dad!”
“August, Father.” The voice of the boy across there
making Tarisya frown.
Child's voice? Of course, syhock is not playing. Is that boy
is Jeff's son? His first grandchild from his first child? Tarisya really is
dumbfounded. He was silent a thousand languages waiting for Dava to explain to him this time.
“Mother, it's past-“
“Jeff,” said Tarisya seemed to prevent Dava's wishes
end the call.
“Mother, hello Mother? Hello?” Dava sounded like
the phone line was having a breakdown and eventually Dava's big hand
moving to end their call.
The call that was forced to end made Tarisya think
hard at the moment. If it wasn't Dava's son, why would he call it by name
Daddy's? If it's Dava's son, why didn't he tell me if
the first child already had a family.
“Is there anything
Jeff hide this time?” his mind asks itself.
