
“But sir, for these two days alone we have gotten a little food,” said a child to Mang Ojo.
“O yes?”
“Yes, sir, they rationed our food just a little bit more than usual, and that was only twice a day we were fed, said Bu Sotia, Mr. Dika has no more cost to feed us, so we have to save.”
When the boy spoke, Mang Ojo's eyes only looked at Bu Sotia who looked down on his head.
“Bu Sotia is right, Mr. Dika is currently running out of money, but we are all still trying to find donors who can finance all of you.”
All seemed silent, as Mang Ojo spoke, their hearts were in fear, for fear of having to return to the streets, so beggars and scavengers.
After almost two weeks they tried to come here to ask for help, they also ran out of ways, because the funds that can be collected only a little, while the children of the home have fretted, because the house has been restless, they were sick and even a grandmother looked weak from having little food.
That night Nurul cried in his room, every time he went out, only the suffering of the orphanage he heard, that night Nurul bersunajad to Allah, who was the son of a mother, to give them the strength to face the problem.
That morning her decision was already unanimous, would accept Riza as her husband, so that Mr. Handoko would be willing to help the children of the orphanage, so that they could return cheerful.
“Hopefully my sacrifice was not in vain this time, aamiin!”
Nurul's sincerity, making all the families become moved, Nurul willing to do the marriage, so that the orphanage children can enjoy a decent life.
“Have you decided son?” ask Mang Ojo.
“Udah Sir, I've made this decision, for the sake of the orphanage children, let me give up.”
“But son, didn't you tell Bang Zaki that day that you didn't love that guy?”
“For what to maintain love sir, I would rather not have love, than many lives lost.”
Fatma who heard Nurul's reply her tears flowed unnoticed, the feeling of haru mixed with sadness, disturbing her heart.
In the embrace of Nurul's body gently, did not want it to feel like he released his little daughter to be victimized by psychopaths.
“Make a deal before you marry the man,” Fatma told Nurul.
Saying Fatma was like a sharp weapon for Nurul, it made her more sure to accept the man's proposal.
Sure enough, when the ijab qobul will be carried out, Nurul also spoke up, Mr. Handoko who heard directly gave Nurul permission.
“What do you want to talk to?” ask Mr. Handoko.
“I want to marry Riza and iklas to be his wife born and bathin, but there are some conditions that must be carried out by Riza, if she accepts it then I am willing to marry her.”
“Good, well, just say I must fulfill it,” replied Riza without thinking long.
“First, suffice all the needs of the children of the home, until a certain time, the second, never do violence to me, even if only once, the third, the third, if my family comes to visit appreciate him as a family of his own.”
“Nurul, it turns out you are so smart to make excuses, watch out for you yes, I will make you suffer even more later.” Riza said in her heart.
Hearing Nurul's request, Riza immediately responded, her face not showing the slightest hint that she was in trouble.
That night after their wedding was over, Nurul as a wife, gently and affectionately serving her husband well, there must be no love in her heart for Riza.
Riza who almost every night heard do’a Nurul, her heart increasingly changed to soft, rude and cruel attitude that she had during her stint, no longer visible after they married.
What else Nurul serves her husband well and lovingly, it makes Riza to be satisfied and happy.
After work, Nurul often takes Riza to see her parents, and Nurul invites Riza to the orphanage, seeing so many children who want mercy from her.
Mr. Handoko who saw Riza's disease never relapsed, his heart became happy, the glory of Nurul's heart has proven that his tenderness has cured the psychopathic disease suffered by his only son.
“Where is your wedding dear, everything is fine right?”
“Beres pa, I'm so happy. Nurul is the perfect wife, kind and sholehah.”
“Thank God, I hope you can take good care of that wife you love.”
“Good, Pa,” replied Riza happy.
Five months after their marriage passed, Nurul was declared pregnant, the couple was so happy, they felt the happiness of life, because there was a baby who always accompanied the day of their day both.
After Nurul's birth age reached her moon, she gave birth to a baby boy, handsome and very funny, but with the presence of the baby Riza seemed to show a strange attitude.
That morning after Nurul finished bathing him, the baby was placed on the Mattress, because the cold weather Nurul covered him with a towel, at that time Riza went inside, saw the tiny baby crying, and she was crying, Riza immediately picked it up.
But how shocked Nurul was when he saw Riza lifting her baby's legs while laughing happily. Nurul immediately ran and snatched the baby from Riza's hands.
“Crazy you Bang, you want our son's leg broken hah!”
Seeing Nurul's eyes glaring sharply at her, Riza immediately got angry and bit Nurul's hand which hugged her baby until it bled.
Because in the bite, blood flowed so much from Nurul's hands, Riza became happy, she smiled and clapped. Seeing such a Riza, Nurul tries to save herself along with her son.
Nurul runs towards the door, but Riza has closed the door and tries to chase after Nurul, because Nurul fears Riza instead smiles and laughs happily.
“Oh, yes Allah.help me!” nurul's heart screams.
“Just for free, your god will not come to help you.”
“Astagfirullah, I forgot that he could read my mind.”
“This is the baby, let me break his legs until he cries,” said Riza smiling sweetly.
“No, you cruel father, you bastard psychopath.”
“Braven, you say I'm a psychopath?”
Hearing Nurul's words Riza grew angry, her emotions immediately increased, she tried to chase after Nurul and snatch the baby from Nurul's bloody hands.
“Please! Help u! There's someone outside, help me!” nurul shouted with all his strength.
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