
Wife Arjuna Chapter 68 b
After Anggi died, Ayu came out of the room, to the kitchen to take warm water and sip nausea reliever because her stomach was back turbulent even though not great.
As he was about to re-enter his room, his legs came to a halt when his eyes found the luxurious Anggi watch which was a couple watch with Juna lying on the living room table. Ayu dyed, circulating his gaze around. In the living room there was no one because Anggi and the people from the hospital were in his mother's room.
Both corners of his lips rose upwards. His feet are swinging fast. Ayu who was already affected by her bad association made her dark eyes. No longer care about any consequences, the important thing is to be able to quickly hold a lot of money in hand.
She intends to sell him to have an abortion and to have fun with her friends who she says are socialites. The watch is a luxury item, if resold at a quarter of the original price alone the value must still be very high.
"Who told me to be a stingy sister, do not want to give money. A lot of money also saves only his work continues to gaulnya village. You idiot!"
Quickly, Ayu picked up the watch and entered her room. Get dressed quickly and grab one of her bags. Clambered away with sparkling eyes, then contacted his friends.
"Where are you guys playing? I'm coming with."
"Do you have money? Haven't you been serving customers for a few days? Your debt last week has not been paid off. Where's the money from?" ask for a voice across the phone.
"Don't underestimate me. Just tell me where you are now! I'll pay my debt right now and play again" Ayu urged impatiently and their chatter continued with Ayu's feisty foot swing.
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Nurses and doctors usually retreat after the morning check and will come back in the afternoon to check on Ningrum periodically.
However, this morning before the doctor resigned, he told Anggi that from today the nurse will still stand by at home and will be sent other nurses to aplus.
Angi is not stupid. The soft words delivered by the doctor shortly after coming out of his mother's room is an implied signal that his mother's condition is getting worse.
Anggi's hand rests on the wall. Looking for a grip to support his body that honestly feels weak. It was as if his body strength was being forcefully withdrawn. The female nurse who was ordered to stay held Anggi. Understand what your child feels about the patient.
Ningrum's voice that called out forced Anggi to come back rigid. Normalize your face and immediately enter the room.
Today Ningrum looks fresh. Even early in the morning complaining of hunger after Anggi finished wiping his body. Eat the porridge voraciously when fed and the look of his face brightly shone.
Anggi entertain themselves. Hopefully this is a good sign even if the doctor diagnoses it. Raise a glimmer in the heart of Anggi about the healing that continues to erode.
"Yes, Mom." Engraving smile Anggi force. Sitting on the edge of the bed where his mother lay. "What's wrong?" tanyanya gently.
"Please open the window wider, son. I want the morning sunlight to enter freely, also so that fresh air is not blocked from entering. Today the air is very fragrant. It seemed like the plant under the window was flowering," pinta Ningrum with a radiant face.
The window was wider as his mother wished. Ningrum's room window is right facing the side terrace of the house where it is usually used to dry clothes there. Under the window were several pots of clay.
Anggi lowered his gaze. Stunned, his forehead frowned, not a single flowering plant nor a fragrant scent emanated from it.
"Why stay there, son? Come on, come over here again and help mommy to wake up."
"Eh, i-yes, Mom." Anggi hastened to help his mother sit up, arranging pillows so that Ningrum leaned comfortably.
"Sit here." Ningrum patted the side of his mattress.
"Yes?" Anggi blinked not understanding.
"Sit here, son. I want to comb your hair and braid it like you liked as a kid." Ningrum took out a comb tucked under his pillow as well as a pink flower-patterned hair tie. "You're most beautiful when your hair is braided."
For a moment Anggi fell silent, before long nodding his head. "Alright, I also like it the most when mom combs my hair," Anggi replied happily. He sat down and turned his back on his mother.
Seriate.