Wound Bidder

Ill

Ringing from an object that was from his suit pocket, undo Indra's intention to open the car door. He picked up the phone and checked who called him before sliding the green button on the screen.

"Hallo, assalamu'alaikum." His forehead wrinkled faintly, feeling astonished. After hearing what the person across the street had said. His face looks panicked.

"Go there now!" He hung up the phone after greeting her. Then rush into the car and take the vehicle to a hospital.

***

"God, beautiful." Mak Era was amazed to see her daughter-in-law who was piggybacking hair in the room. While the person concerned was a little surprised because suddenly there were in-laws in the doorway. "My hands are really cute, God, how can Indra dapet a gini model?" the middle-aged woman's monologue. He approached Dilla who was sitting in front of the mirror. "Follow Mom to the Mall, yuk!" He rubbed his daughter-in-law's shoulders gently while commenting on the smile. The young woman whose face looked like a 17-year-old teenager nodded, not feeling well also rejecting the invitation from Mak Era.

And here they are now, mingling with the crowds of the Mall not far from home. Along the way the middle-aged woman with the quadrilateral hijab motif was busy chattering at length. Talk about this and that. "His father Indra was the one who never gave up. Until long ago Mak luluh and accepted her proposal."

Dilla was just a good listener while accompanying the steps of Mak Era. She replied with a smile and laughed as the woman recounted her husband's absurd behavior in life.

"And after she made Mom really love her ...."

Mak Era sighed and rubbed the corner of her watery eyes. "He went to Mak with Indra. But Mak has not said that Mak has accepted and loved him. As long as she lives, Mak never returns all of her love words to Mak. Mak often makes him disappointed, but he never gets angry with Mak even once."

Two people entered a restaurant.

Mak Era who saw the strange behavior of her daughter-in-law stopped her story. "What's wrong with you, son?" He rubbed the young woman's temple with freshly picked tissue in his tote bag. "Gini dry sample?" The woman observed a different look on Dilla's face. "You don't seem comfortable here! Let's go home!"

Before taking his son-in-law away, Mak Era paid for the order that still left a lot. The woman asked the waiter to wrap her food so she could take it home.

When he arrived home, Dilla's condition had not improved. The fear made him sick. Mak Era who was worried immediately contacted Indra to inform the man the state of his wife.

However, his WhatsApp call was not picked up by the child. Eventually the woman chose to leave a message and it turned out to be just a tick one.

Hey, Mom's most cute kid. Your wife is sick, come home!*

Until late at night the message was not answered. And the person concerned did not even show the trunk of his nose.