The Perfect Happiness

The 179th eps

Don't forget to support this work.

The trick is easy, just by giving a boom like and comments on each episode to be published.

Just by pressing the like sign and giving your comments on this story, is enough to make me happy.

Thank ye.

@bossytika

——————————

Tika POVs.

I screamed with all my might with my mamah trying to calm down beside me, until finally Hans immediately helped carry Jefri on his back then immediately down the stairs. And at that time, Igo was already on the stairs, he immediately contacted someone through a tool tucked in the collar of his shirt. Igo helps mommy down for the stairs.

But for some reason, this heart was moved to look back, to see the condition of the man. My man's kepara*at that made my life a mess. I saw him sprawled with his blood already flowing around his body. Plenty and thick. His eyes opened, looking the other way. Igo suddenly pulled my hand, made me realize then turned back to him.

“Let them be done. Come.” Igo pulled my hand back and I replied with a nod of my head as I went down the stairs. Following orders.

We rushed after Hans who took my husband out of the house. The situation downstairs to get out of the house in an instant was immediately safely under control. Some of them lost their lives, some were still whining in pain. I don't care about them all.

Outside the fence, Brandy opens the car door for Hans and Jefri. Then they told me to come in. Mamah and Igo got into the other car.

I held Jefri's head on my way to the hospital. He looked at his face under the light of the street lights. With my heart beating so strong. Oxygen was reluctant to enter my body at this time. These two hands were trembling at his condition.

Fresh blood continued to pour out with a rush on his upper chest that was shot. Slowly began to wet my lap. And all that made my tears fall again. I panicked at his condition.

Suddenly Brandy turned, stretched out her hand and touched Jefri's neck, checking for something there that I didn't understand. Then he pulled my hand, stuck it on the surface of Jefri's body. From there, I could feel the blood rush that felt moving. Flowing out of his body.

Brandy looked at. “Hold and don't press too hard. It could slow the bleeding. His heart rate is still there, even if it is weak. You must be strong! Everything will be fine,” he said firmly to me.

Then he returned to his seat in front and told Hans to speed up the car.

***

It's been an hour since I sat in front of this operating room. Again I just want to take my husband to the hospital where Haikal is. Currently my brother is in the room, to assist in the operation to remove the hot lead embedded in his body.

I understand very well what my husband was feeling first, when I was in his position now. Panic, anxiety, anxiety even fear comes just like shackling the heart. Making these tears just keep falling is inevitable.

So too with the others. They can only be silent. Soluble in each other's thoughts until mutually reinforcing. And maybe, they all looked at me occasionally, watching my condition that was no longer able to stand up.

Not long after, my parents, Jefri—, came. Mama Allena hugged me. Papa Atta stroked the top of my head.

“Mama leave your child to Nita and it happens that both parents are also at her house. It's okay, right?” asked my in-laws while holding my head so that my face would look at her and she could really see this mess of my face.

The clothes I was wearing were quite a lot of blood. Even the jeans that were wet with blood, now look almost dry.

I looked back at Mama Allena. "It's okay, Mah. They must have understood the condition of his parents,” my answer is almost stable to him at this time.

I let go of our arms, then sat back down to wait for Haikal to come out of the operating room and bring me some good news. Mamah continued to accompany me, even she continued to try to calm me until I finally stopped crying and became calmer than before.

Leaning on my shoulders makes me much calmer. Mamah just kept petting me, as if she didn't feel any trauma or anything like that. Max approached me and mama, then gave me a package.

“What is this?” I looked up at her face which was standing in front of me. Then I opened it which turned out to be a garment.

“Replace to be cleaner. Wash yourself. I'll be here, not going anywhere to keep Jefri.” Max then sat down next to me, advising mommy to go along with me to the toilet.

It was no longer able to feel this mouth to speak. Even to just say the taste of thank you tee, this tongue is like a mute. Then Mom rolled me into the toilet together. With his hand, he rubbed both hands under the sink water, washing away all the dried blood on my hands.

“Do you have to clean everything, son? Mom will be here, wait for you, huh?” my advice which I followed.

There was really no rejection that I did, even I was following their advice too much. Occasionally Jefri's shadow flashed some time ago. When she suddenly shows up at Dana's house, intending to pick us up.

I don't know since when Dana had the gun.

After I finished cleaning my body, I slenderly walked out of the toilet room. Mama looks nothing, probably waiting for me outside. Then I looked at myself in the mirror.

Looked at my face that looked stiff. Why does all this have to happen to me? What are all the problems that have come to me so far, can I say as an eraser of my sins in the past?

Can I live quietly after all this has happened?

“God, does the life I live have to be winding like this?” I muttered while lowering my face.

No more tears could come out of my eyes. The tears just seemed to be dry. The fear of losing my husband is now back on the offensive. I couldn't really raise my two children without him by my side.

Suddenly the touch on my shoulder again surprised me, which turned out to be a touch of mama's hand. “You must be strong, mamah sure everything is over. Max has made sure he is not alive anymore.” Mamah told me the news, like a gust of fresh wind.

I just hugged Mom. “Now you have to be strong for Nathan as well as Naila. Whatever happened, huh?” add the mama that I replied with just a nod of my head.

Right speech mamah. I have to be strong, I have to endure even when it feels tight. You must be ready to accept all the possibilities that will happen. Not just for me, but for everything. Because this, is the path I've been on. Because in the beginning, this was all my plan.

'If only I hadn't asked him to pick me up, maybe none of this would have happened, ' my inner whisper as I exhaled violently.

Connect ...