To Mutia

Extra chapter 2 (Last)

Extra chapter 2

"No!"

The strong shock to her body made Mutia instantly open her eyes and sit stiffly. His breath was stinged with sweat droplets drenching his forehead. Looking to the side, Mutia found Yudha thrusting a glass of water at her and staring worriedly.

"Dream of that accident again?" yudha asked as Mutia picked up the glass she had given her, then rubbed the sweat on Mutia's forehead.

After gulping down the water until half was left, Mutia nodded her head, then placed the glass on the nightstand.

"Honey, how long are you going to be like this? That's eight years gone by. My legs are also completely healed, I can walk normally again."

The accident gave Mutia her own trauma. Because not only the horror when their car was hit that made Mutia afraid, but also when she saw Yudha who protected her had a severe injury to the head and one of her legs was pinned to the body of the car, but also when she saw Yudha who protected her had a severe injury to the head and one of her legs was pinned to the body of the car, this put Yudha in a coma for two months. Then, when he regained consciousness, Yudha could not move her legs. And it all happened because the man was protecting Mutia. It took more than a year of treatment for Yudha to get back on her feet.

In addition to being a phobia while riding in a car, another effect caused by the accident is like Mutia re-experiencing the incident in her dream. Surprisingly, the terrible accident, which is now a nightmare, was only present at the time of their wedding date.

"If Mas Sultan knew you were like this, Mas Sultan would definitely continue to feel guilty, Mutia."

The cause of the accident was because Yudha was sleepy, but the sudden sleepiness Yudha felt at that time was caused by sleeping pills that Sultan gave. The eldest son of Apsel intended to take revenge for his sister's ignorance, but because Yudha watched Mutia's food and drink closely, the Sultan switched to mixing sleeping pills into Yudha's drink. At that time the Sultan did not know that Yudha and Mutia were going to leave. He also did not remember what he had done, even after Yudha's car left Wak Agus' house.

When the hospital contacted them and the doctor explained about Mutia and Yudha's condition, as well as information about the discovery of the sleeping drug content in Yudha's body, the Sultan realized. It was his ignorance that left his brother and wife lying in a hospital bed.

"If you don't tell me, Mas Sultan won't know."

"You sleep with Arumi sometimes. What if you dream when you are with Arumi and Arumi tell Mas Sultan?"

Mutia could not answer. Inwardly justifying Yudha's words.

"We go to the psychologist, yes." moving his hand, Yudha put away the strand of hair blocking her view to look at Mutia. "I don't want to see you continue like this every year."

"Bag,"

"Please," Yudha said. This was not the first time, therefore Yudha would make sure Mutia would not refuse her request again.

Mutia sighed, then nodded slowly, making Yudha smile widely.

"Thank you, honey. I'm going to find the best psychologist." Mutia frowned. "By the way, my eight-year happy anniversary, my wife."

Mutia smiled widely and hugged Yudha tightly. "Happy anniversary too, Mas. May we continue together until death do us part."

Yudha assures Mutia's prayer, then bows down to kiss the wife. But when their lips were only a little distance away, the sound of the door being opened violently immediately attracted the attention of the two. Taking off their arms, they stared at the doorway and found two boys of different ages pushing each other.

"Mother, Mas Yusuf olesin strawberry jam into my uniform" reported the six-year-old boy, while throwing an annoyed look at the older brother standing next to him.

"Idrish first swears milk into my pants, Dad." Joseph gave a defense, making the younger brother look at him even more irritated.

"I told you not to accidentally hit a glass of milk, Mas. I'm sorry, too, but Mas smeared jam into my uniform!" idrish's voice rose, while his hands clenched tightly and looked at Yusuf angrily.

Seeing the quarrel of his two children that was getting heated, Yudha immediately went to them.

"Hey, hey. Why fight, heum? You still have another uniform. So just change it, okay?" Yudha squatted in front of the two.

"I'm lazy to change, Dad." said Yusuf.

"I am too." Idrish.

"Yes, if so you go to school in uniforms like this. That is if you are not ashamed. It's only Monday, but your clothes are dirty." Yudha said casually. "Then your Mother who will be considered not to be very good at taking care of children, for letting her children go to school with dirty clothes and smells. You want that to happen?"

The two stared at Mutia who was smiling gently, then compactly shook her head.

"Well, so now you're changing clothes. It's late."

As the two turned to leave, Mutia called out to her two children as she walked over.

"Yusuf, as a brother, you should be a good example to your brothers and sisters. And learn to forgive. Because when someone apologizes sincerely, it means that the person has regretted his actions. Mother does not want you to grow up to be a vengeful person."

"Yes, Bun."

Joseph lowered his head. His mother never spoke harshly or in high pitches, even when angry. But every sentence in the form of advice that Mother said in a soft voice, always managed to make Joseph nod obediently.

Mutia smiled widely, then kissed the top of her first son's head. When Joseph looked up, Mutia had turned to look at her youngest child.

"And Idrish, you are a sister who should always respect and honor your brothers. Mother no longer wants to hear you scream and yell at your sister like that. Try to remember, has Mother ever scolded you while shouting and yelling?"

Idrish shook his head slowly with teary eyes.

Mutia bent her knees, then cupped Idrish's face. "If you get angry while yelling and yelling at you, how would you feel?"

"sad. Afraid." he said.

"Well, that's also what the person you snapped at will feel. Mother never scolds you in a high tone, because Mother does not want you to imitate it. Vaporize emotions by yelling, yelling or even cursing." Enough of your father's just like that. It's been hard to change it.

But Mutia has a sure solution, if you feel signs Yudha will vent his explosive emotions. She would pull her husband into the room and lock the door. Their room was designed soundproof, so Yudha could scream as loud as she could, without being heard by the children. The method is very effective, even more often Yudha will soon forget his anger and instead switch to enjoy the wife.

"Can you promise Mother?"

"Yes, Bun. I'm sorry." Idrish looked at Mutia with a glaring glare.

Mutia chuckled amusedly, then gave a kiss also to her third child. "OKAY. Now you guys get changed."

Joseph nodded, then ran with Idrish, leaving his parents' second room. Mutia and Yudha now talk about many things, including Kavira who just gave birth to her second child last night.

"It's Friday, so Mas can go home sooner, right? I want to see Kavira's little girl."

Yudha nodded, then embracing Mutia's shoulder, her eyes fixedly staring at the woman. "By the way about giving birth, how about we also make a sister for the children?"

Frowning in brows, Mutia looked at Yudha with an amused smile. "Relatedly? I won't complain about being bullied by kids when we're making out."

Yudha groaned, then dropped her head tiredly on Mutia's shoulder. "You're right. Now we just have to be very careful to make out, because children can show up at any time. Even I'm sure it's lagging a little..."

"Well, what I said." said Yudha in a half-amused annoyance, when she found a little girl running into her room, while Mutia who heard the husband's grunts laughed crisply.

"Dad why?" the little girl stood before her parents and looked at Yudha who was leaning on Mutia with a worried look. "Daddy sick? Body hot?"

Yudha smiled in response to her daughter's question, then scooped the little girl into a sling and gave kisses on both cheeks of her second child. Rumaisha, who is more familiarly called Mai, was born seven minutes earlier than her twin brother, Idrish.

"Dad's fine, honey."

Rumaisha nodded with a big smile, then turned to look at Mutia. "Mother, please tie Mai's hair" he said as he thrust a comb and some hair ties at the mother.

"All right."

Mutia took over the things that Rumaisha had given her, then invited her daughter to sit at the dresser, while Yudha still faithfully accompanied the two by sitting on the edge of the bed. Observing his two bidadariya while smiling widely.

"How do you want to be tied up?"

"Follow two, Mother. Keep braiding, continue to be coiled." Rumaisha's explanation, which was not at all clear, made Mutia and Yudha giggle.

Grabbing her phone, Mutia typed something. Then a few seconds later he showed his cell phone that showed a picture of a little girl to Rumaisha.

"Is her hair like this?"

"Yes, Bun, yes."

Rumaisha exclaimed with a clap, making Yudha pinch her daughter's cheek in a fit of anxiety.

"It hurts, Dad." he lamented, looking annoyed at the Father from the reflection of the glass, which only Yudha responded with a careless smile. "Dad,"

"Hmm?"

"May ask for extra pocket money, yeah."

Yudha knitted her eyebrows. "For what, son? Your pocket money is less?"

Rumaisha reflex shook her head, making the Mother look at him with a reprimanding look. While putting on a grin, Rumaisha apologized.

"The snacks that Mother loves are enough, really."

"Why did Mai ask for extra pocket money with Dad?"

"The money wants Mai to give Jennie."

"Why do you want to be given to Jennie? Who is Jennie?"

"Jennie is Mai's classmate. She also sat down with Mai. Jennie lives in an orphanage, because Jennie has no parents. Jennie always brought very little supplies because it was shared with other orphanage children. He was also only given two thousand money for the same mother's home for school. But..the money can only be to buy water, because food in school is the cheapest five thousand. Mai wants Jennie's snacks, but Mai's pocket money is not enough, so Mai asks for the same money Dad. Mother said, if we can help someone, we must help him. Because of the sustenance we have, there is the sustenance of others in it. We are mediators to deliver the sustenance of God to that man."

Rumaisha glanced at the smiling Mutia behind her. "Well, right, Bun?"

Mutia nodded and gave a kiss at the top of her son's head. "Mother's son is really great, anyway, can remember all Mother's words."

"Yes, dong." Rumaisha smiled widely. "Mai is the son of Father with Mother." then both of them laughed.

"Jennie, how did he get to school in your school?" ask Yudha.

Not to be underestimated, it's just that the place Rumaisha went to was one of the best elementary schools in their city. Monthly fees at school are quite expensive, not to mention if you have to buy package books.

"Oh, Jennie's a smart dad, so she's on scholarship."

Yudha nodded with a small smile, without taking a single word, making Rumaisha exasperated.

"Dad, so how? Dad's gonna add Mai's pocket money, right?"

"Yes, son." Yudha rubbed the top of her daughter's head. "When you bring Jennie here, yeah. I want to see him."

"OK, Dad."

"Well, it's done" said Mutia, making Rumaisha smile happy to see the work of her mother who suits her wishes.

Climbing the chair, Rumaisha kissed the Mother's cheek. "Thank you, Mother."

Then he went down and approached Yudha, giving his father a kiss, before running out of the room, leaving his parents with warm smiles to look at his behavior.

When Yudha extended her hand to Mutia, the woman immediately grabbed her husband's helping hand. He sat down beside Yudha and leaned against the man's chest which always felt comfortable.

"At a young age, Mai already has a very high concern. I don't know if I should be proud or worried."

"Why is that?"

"I am proud to have a child who has a sense of caring, but I am also worried that Mai's caring nature will backfire on her in the future. I'm sure there will be people who will take advantage of our daughter's kindness."

Mutia smiled, understanding the husband's worries. "And I'm sure, while we're still alive, Mas won't let a single person hurt our children."

"Of course." Yudha smiled pongah. "I'm even willing to sacrifice my life for them and for you." she let down Mutia's temple affectionately.

"Thank you for standing by me for the past eight years, giving me three proud children, always patient with all my vices, never complain about the mess we often make and always be a good listener and solution-giver when I'm at my lowest. I love you, Mutia. And I am so grateful that God has ordained you as my wife. There's nothing I want more than to be with you until I can't open my eyes anymore."

Mutia cried, then hugged Yudha tightly. "I can't put together sweet words like I said. But Mas should know, I love Mas just as much."

"We also love Father and Mother." Suddenly Joseph, Idrish and Rumaisha appear behind both parents, then hug both while laughing crisply.

Yudha laughed, while Mutia smiled with tears flowing out.

A cry of happiness.

Happiness is when we are able to find something simple in life and still be grateful.