Forced to Marry a Handsome Duda
Chapter 56. The healing of Fatimah

Lintang lay beside Fatimah's mother as she often did at home. He hugged the mother's old body. Being a loyal listener with stories that he thinks sometimes a little disconnected. 

Its togetherness has been almost an hour, but Lintang has not been as bold as calling the issue of his marriage to Yudha.

"Mom, I go out first" said Lintang in a slow tone. 

He remembered Yudha waiting for him outside. Must be bad mosquito food. 

"Where are you going?" asked Ms. Fatimah, her face was a little agitated, her hands continued to grip the tip of the Latitude shirt. His eyes darted in every corner of the room with suspicion. 

"To the bathroom," Lintang replied with a smile, convincing the mother to let go. 

"That's the bathroom." 

Designate a room on the side of an empty bed. Back to looking at Lintang with a glance. Although it was a little normal, Ms. Fatimah seemed hesitant to believe every word of others, including Lintang. 

The latitude just looked over without wanting to descend. Apparently the reason it failed. Now he must find another way to meet Yudha. 

"Mommy's hungry, isn't she?" tanya Lintang diverted the conversation. Convince Ms. Fatimah so she can get out. 

Fatimah's mother shook her head. Twisted his eyeballs. Accustoms the entire room, ensuring it stays safe. 

Poor Yudha, where is he. Did I tell you he was my husband. 

Latitude stared at the ring that was coiling on his ring finger. Staring at his mother who was still in a daze, his lips occasionally pawed. 

"Mom, I'm actually married" said Lintang doubtfully, but he had to keep saying it even though it felt heavy. 

"What's? Married married?" Ms. Fatimah held both hands of Lintang, along staring at the ring embedded in her daughter's ring finger. 

Not according to his expectations that will be angry and hysterical, precisely Fatimah smiled widely, showing happiness. 

"Where's your husband?" He turned his eyes towards the wide open door. 

"Mom not angry?" The latitude that had been sitting beside Bu Fatimah, now switched in front of her, facing each other and staring at each other. 

"Why are you angry? Shouldn't I be grateful that there's a man who wants to marry you."

That's right, but I don't know who married me yet. 

"Now call him, mother wants to get acquainted with the man," pinta Bu Fatimah enthusiastically. Pushing the Latitude towards the front door. 

"Mom just wait here, let me call." 

Turning out of Fatimah's room, his eyes looked to the left and right of the hallway. There was no Yudha there, only a few doctors passing by with their patients. 

"Mas Yudha," call Lintang walk towards the park. Although it was late, there was still very crowded, many people who enjoyed the beauty of the moon and stars that blink, even from them deliberately put up a mat to entertain their families affected by mental disorders. 

"Where is Yudha going?" latitude in the middle of darkness. 

Suddenly a hand closed its eyes from behind making Lintang surprised. 

"Let go!" shouts Latitude, trying to claw the burly hand that still closed his eyes. 

"It's me, honey," whispered someone in Latitude's ear. 

"Mas Yudha," cried Lintang as her husband lowered his hand, twisted Lintang's body and embraced her. Asking the situation of Ms. Fatimah to the wife. 

Lintang answered with a clean sliver. He held Yudha's hand towards the hospital. 

"Mom wants to meet with, Mum."

Yudha pulls Lintang's hand. Stopped step. I can't believe what my wife said. 

"Related?"

"Not exactly, Mom. But my husband," clearly latitude. 

Upon arrival in front of Fatimah's room, Yudha prepared his body, he was sure it would not be as smooth as the toll road. There must have been a walk given the condition of Fatimah ma'am who had just recovered. 

The door opened and stood there. He raised a smile towards his mother, then towards Yudha who was outside. 

"Where's your husband?" asked Fatimah expectantly. 

"Please come in, Mas," the latitude plea to the anxious Yudha. 

Yudha stood in the doorway while bowing her head. 

Fatimah was silent, her brain wandering to remember the familiar face of Yudha. 

"Lintang, is that your husband? I think you've known her?" 

Appointing Yudha who had not dared to enter. She was afraid Fatimah's mother would be hysterical if she recognized him. Perhaps going through a new page would be better, with Yudha as the Latitude's husband, forgetting the past that once happened. 

The latitude approached Bu Fatimah and embraced her. "The name is Yudha, Mom. He's my husband. He's the one who took care of me during my illness, he's the one who helped me heal." 

Although his heart was still beating, Yudha still approached Ms. Fatimah, gathered in front of him and kissed the back of her hand. There was no rejection, but the woman's gaze was still slightly sharp and probing. Pulling his hand back and shifting his seat, dodging. 

"Lintang, I want to go home" said Ms. Fatimah. 

Instantly Yudha contacted Ega's doctor to come to her in-laws' room. 

After a few minutes, Ega's doctor came with two sisters behind her. 

"Are you sure you want to go home?" ask the doctor to make sure. 

Fatimah nodded without a sound. Occasionally glanced at Yudha who stood in front of the doctor who had been taking care of her. 

"Well, as long as you have to stay calm, don't mind much and also take regular medication."

Yudha followed the steps of doctor Ega, slightly away from Fatimah's mother. 

"The condition of Fatimah's mother has not fully recovered, so I suggest, Mr and Ms. Lintang do not remind him of his past. If necessary, change the new atmosphere, home or people who are new in their lives."

Yudha nodded in understanding.

Because that was what he was thinking. Wanted to take Fatimah's mother to her house. 

"Thank you again, Doc."

After shaking hands with Ega's doctor, Yudha approached Lintang and Fatimah was ready to go home. 

Penetrating darkness along the way was not an obstacle for Yudha, but still her heart was troubled. Although Fatimah's mother seemed fine accepting her presence, Yudha remained vigilant if one day Fatimah remembered who she really was. 

"We will live in a new home, may the mother be at home" said Yudha broke the silence that some moments created. 

"Your house?" ma'am Fatimah asked, looking at Yudha from the reflection of the rearview mirror, again a black shadow disturbed to make Fatimah's mother close her eyes. 

"No, it's Lintang's house, mother's son. It's more comfortable there than the old mother's house."

Yudha was very careful when she spoke, afraid to offend Fatimah who was still filled with lack of trust in her. 

"Yes, Mom. It's Lintang's own house, I don't think about anything, anyway we'll live happily."

Arriving in the courtyard, Ms. Fatimah stopped her steps, looking back at Yudha who was busy taking out the suitcase.

"You're Yudha Anggara, right?"

Deg

The heart of Lintang and Yudha seemed to stop beating hearing the words of Fatimah.