Arjuna's Wife (Limited Outreach)
CHAPTER 65a

Wife Arjuna chapter 65a

The medical equipment attached to Ningrum's body was unplugged one by one. Leave one only that is the infusion hose. According to his mother's wishes, Anggi is now wiping the top of his mother's body and changing hospital clothes with a beautiful green tosca canal dress.

The clothes are clothes that Anggi bought when he received the first salary. This afternoon, Anggi took a moment to go to the mother's house to pick up the clothes Ningrum wanted to wear.

Anggi was now sitting behind Ningrum's back. The parasite, which had been smiling sweetly since then, scooped gray as soon as his hand rolled combing his mother's hair.

“Mom loves this shirt. You are indeed smart to choose, the color is also in accordance with the taste of Mother. The clothes you buy when you receive your first salary. Why at that time, you even buy clothes for Mom first, instead of buying the things you want?” ningrum asked as he felt the soft and smooth surface of the cloth he was wearing.

“Maybe you don't know, I just bought something I wanted the most when I got my first paycheck,”.

“Really? Whatisit? Why don't you know?”

Anggi chuckles slowly. “Because, the thing I want to buy the most is to buy something for Mom.”

Ningrum smiled widely. Gratitude is gratefully reflected by the look of his face even though it is getting pale. “Oh yes, I want to look beautiful today. Set aside a neat yes, hairdresser,” joked Ningrum with a smile never subsided.

“According to the request, Madam,” said Anggi cheerfully forced, trying to normalize his voice. Not wanting her mother to catch the raucous tone she desperately hid.

“I so remember, during elementary school first, every morning I whine I want my mother to pigtail or braid my hair beautifully in the midst of the hassles of Mother preparing breakfast, she said, not to mention Ayu Mbak who screamed because he did not find a uniform, also the late father who was always spoiled wanted to make coffee by a mother. Mommy must be tired, right? Sorry, as a child I must have been a lot of trouble,” sigh Anggi while wetting his throat that is twisted while rolling a comb.

“And now you are combing Mother's hair,” said Ningrum pleased, while Anggi who sat behind him was holding a push in his eyeballs.

“Need you know. There is no such thing as being tired and troublesome for Mom when you, your brother and father are always spoiled for Mom, only happy ones fill the niches of the heart. Those were the best mornings. Ahh, suddenly I miss that warm morning,” said Ningrum, his mind glaring back in time.

Anggi put the comb after finishing tidying up and shouldering his mother's hair, then wear a patterned scarf in tune. “Finished,” great-grandson Anggi who then hugged his mother tightly.

Ningrum gently stroked her youngest daughter's arm. Covering for a moment permeates every togetherness with the youngest child even though it sneaks up the pain when you remember the firstborn. “Come, we're leaving. Kesorean. I can't wait to take a walk with you.”

“Iya, Mom. In a moment, I called Mas Juna first also the nurse who will come, according to the doctor's advice.” Anggi unravels the hug. Swiping the corners of her wet eyes quickly before getting out of the treatment bed.

Juna was holding the wheel. Anggi and her mother were sitting in the passenger seat and one nurse was sitting in the back seat. Ensure the infusion remains plugged in and works well during travel. Although in a weak condition, Ningrum exchanged many words like never before, even joking with laughter.

“Then, we did too. Similar once.” Ningrum pointed to the window of the car as it passed a duck motorbike that was boarded by one family.

“What is similar?” anggi answered, who had hugged his mother. Not wanting to take off or shift in the slightest.

“Maybe you don't remember because it was a toddler. Your father brought a motor. Ayu sits in front while you want to stand in the middle held by mom. We often go on Saturday afternoons to just take a walk to buy roadside culinary. Very pleasant.”

The conversation continues to accompany the trip. Anggi responded cheerfully and Juna chimed in with jokes. Building a warm atmosphere as if nothing happened even though it filled the chest.

After a thirty minute journey. They arrived at a cake shop that Ningrum meant. An exclusive cake shop that holds his homemade cake at a fairly expensive price. Juna held her in-laws to sit in a wheelchair and pushed her in.

“What cake do you want to buy?” ask Juna as soon as they've gone inside. Stopped at the storefront is also a transparent cooler that displays a variety of cakes. Starting from tart, bread also cookies.

“Mommy wants to buy that cake,” the answer is steady. Ningrum pointed her index finger at the birthday cake decorated by Disney princesses in the cooler.

Anggi frowned. “What is it?” He looked at Juna with astonishment.

“That's it, and I want to buy it with my own money.” Ningrum reached into his pocket of clothes which turned out to be in it there were sheets of money hundreds of thousands were twisted.

“Don't, I can buy whichever cake I want, really. I'll buy him.” Anggi held the hand of his mother who was counting money.

Ningrum. “So long ago Mom wanted to buy it. In the past, Ayu was bought a birthday cake once by the father while you have never been at all because the father fell ill. So, now I want to buy it even if your birthday is still long. I feel unfair if I haven't done it. Please, let Mom buy it for you. Buy the best you can, like you always give the best for Mom, Anggita.”

Seriate.