WHEN THE HEART MUST SHARE

chapter 45

Anisa rushes to cook Aby's favorite meal.

Rosmah peeked at him from behind the door.

When she finished, Anisa prepared to take a shower.

"Sister, I'm going to the hospital, but I'm not going to stay any more. Can you drive me?"

"Sure, Nisa..." Yahya was happy because Anisa looked more friendly that day.

But secretly Rosmah wants to cancel their plan.

Rosmah deliberately went into the kitchen and nudged the food that Anisa had prepared in the bushel.

Prang...!

All of it is scattered.

Anisa was so shocked. He just stood looking at the food he had made with difficulty scattered on the floor.

Anger and anger were mixed in his heart.

"Sorry, Anisa, Auntie doesn't know there's any food. Auntie got dizzy and accidentally nudged the bushel."

Anisa just fell silent. He returned to make food for Aby.

Rosmah was very angry to see him.

he again thought of a way to get Anisa to leave the hospital.

While Anisa is busy in the kitchen and Yahya is busy with Al.

 Secretly Rosma deflated tires on Anisa's motorcycle. Yahya's motorcycle? It's impossible, because it's still in the workshop.

Once everything is ready. Anita reminded Al.

"Let's go? Where's dad?"

Al looks not excited.

"Ustadz Yahya is in his room Al."

Anisa scrunched her forehead.

"Ustad? He's back calling ustadz?" whispered Anisa to herself.

"Yes, already. We're leaving now."

When everything was ready, Yahya went back down to check the motorcycle tires.

"Compression, Yes?" Anisa was watching him.

"Anisa is disappointed. Rosmah who saw him smiled satisfied.

"Then how is this?" anisa said in despair.

We'll take a cab."

 As they waited for the taxi to arrive. Rosmah approached.

"Will leave too? though there are many signs that you are not going, you know..."

The food that falls, the motor that deflates.." Nagging.

 Anisa didn't notice it. It makes Rosmah hotter.

When the taxi arrived, they immediately boarded regardless of Rosmah.

Not wanting to be alone at home, Rosmah chased after them.

"Auntie goes with you, not alone... "

Yahya and Anisa exhaled their breaths.

Aby was overjoyed to see the arrival of his son and wife.

He has started to be able to sit, even though he is still using an infusion hose.

Yahya and Rosmah entered for only a short while, and Yahya drew Rosmah's hand to wait outside. Anisa feels bad for Yahya and Rosmah.

When he saw the spirit in Aby's eyes, he momentarily forgot Yahya.

Several times Yahya held his aunt in to enter

"Don't stop Auntie...!"

"Please sit quietly, Bi. give them a chance to talk."

Rosmah shook her head hard. He was astonished by Yahya's way of thinking.

He sat with a forced.

"Dad when can I go home?" al's question made Anisa stunned.

If Aby had been allowed to go home, where would she have gone? The house no longer exists.

"Dad doesn't know, son." replied Aby.

"I want you to be healthy fast, we play bike together again like first." said Al happily.

Aby's heart was so happy to be in the middle of his son and his wife.

But on the outside, there is a languishing heart. Yahya tried to control his heart. He must not look weak in front of his aunt.

"Why are they so long, anyway? Aunt sumpek is here. Want to get the wind out for a while." he said as he got up and left Yahya.

"Mas, again waiting for Anisa's mba, huh?" a sweet black person was already standing in front of him.

"Yes, Mba." replied Yahya trying to smile.

"Mas Aby is so lucky to have a wife like her." Yahya was stunned, but finally nodded.

"Well, do you know Aby?"

"Yes, he's one of the patients I have to treat.. Eem.. By the way, what is it about Anisa? I see him coming with Mas often?"

Yahya sighed heavily. It was also impossible for him to tell about his complicated relationship.

"Have worked here long?" he switched the conversation.

The sweet girl smiled revealing both dimples of her cheeks.

"Lye...!" anisa's voice shocked them.

"Yes mba.."

"Can you please see for a minute? The infusion's not going."

Lyra nodded towards Yahya.. "I'm staying, Mom!"

Anisha sat beside Yahya.

Yahya is still silent.

"I know, it's very difficult for you, for me, for Aby. Because it is between us that someone must give up." replied Yahya slowly.

"Sister mean?"

Yahya was about to answer, but Lyra had already come to them.

"Already, Mba.."

"Thank you, yes deck.." said Anisa sincerely. When Aby himself because Imran had to go home to work. Lyra is the one who takes care of Aby.

The girl smiled and passed.

"I'm confused, what should I answer if Mas Aby asks about my pregnancy.."

Yahya was also confused.

"Say, if it's Yahya's son! What's difficult?" suddenly Rosmah was among them again.

"Please the melanin sound, Bi. I'm afraid someone will hear it." Yahya.

"Hear why too? That's the truth." rosmas murmur.

Anisa was really upset by Rosmah's behavior.

"Mother, I call Mother" said Al, whose head was on the door.

"Come in, Nis," Yahya gestured.

Rosmah's hand held him.

"Bie.. Please let me go!"

Rosma shook her head.

"This time no, let's go home." he pulled Anisa's hand.

Suddenly Aby was at the door in a wheelchair.

He looked confused at the commotion that was happening.

"Mas..?"

Anisa was so worried that Aby had heard their debate.

"What's going on, Nisa?" tanyanya was confused

Yahya and Anisa are so tense.

"You want to know? Actually..."

"Owh there's nothing Mr. Aby, just misunderstanding." Yahya stood in front of Rosmah.

Aby doesn't believe me.

"Aby, they've lied to you." Rosmah's voice from behind Yahya's body.

This incident cannot be separated from the spectacle of many people.

Anisa approached Aby and brought her in.

"Come, Mas... Don't mind them."

Meanwhile, Yahya forces Rosmah to return home.

"Auntie wants to go home with Anisa."

"Don't be stubborn, Bi. This is the hospital, don't make a fuss."

Yahya held Rosmah's hand tightly.

Even with a sigh, Rosmah followed Yahya.

"Come Mas.. Careful."

Anisa helps Aby get on the bed.

"Thank you, Nisa." The face looked fresher. There's a big smile on there.

Al is still playing his mother's cell phone. He did not know the commotion that was happening.

"Snakes.." Aby held Anisa's hand. There was a feeling at the time.

"You okay?" her shady gaze made Anisa stunned.

"I'm good, Mas." Anisa pulled her hand.

"Who was that woman? Why did he tell me I was lying? Is there something I don't know?"

"Mas... Why are you thinking about his words. This is just a misunderstanding." said Anisa restless.

Aby took his hand again.

Anisa felt wrong.

Suddenly, Aby's eyes hit the shape of her stomach that was a bit fat.

"Nis, does Al want a sister? But....? " Aby stopped. He did not continue his words.

"Here, I'm a little fat, Mas. Just look at my cheeks like this."

In Anisa's heart was crying.

"I'm sorry I lied, I betrayed you."

"Yes already.. Thank goodness you're fat, it means you're happy" Aby pinched her cheek.

Anisa asked permission to perform prayer.

Only Al and his father live in that room.

"Dad, when's dad coming home? We return to the house that used to be.not the house that is now, Mother often cries.. What else grandma often scolded him." said Al suddenly.

Aby tried to digest her son's words.

"I mean Al, you don't live in our old house?" ask Aby wonder.

"Yes, yeah, ever since you disappeared. Al and Mommy live with Yahya's father.

But Al wants to go to our old house..."

Aby caught a strangeness from her son's story. But he kept smiling.

He was trying to remember what really happened. There were so many oddities that she felt both from Anisa and the people around her.

Sorry, late again.. Edition there's an event at the guys' house...