Forgive Me My Wife
Nara Sick

The night changed in the morning. The lamp of nature is radiating blazing in the present day, casting its dashing charms upon the earth.

Early in the morning Viona was pacing around her room, looking for a way to show her mother this footage. If sent directly to his mother's cell phone, he was worried that Rima's phone was also equally confiscated like his. If it's sent straight to his father, what if Abdul doesn't believe it? Also what if instead accuse him also Bima making it up.

Sitting back on the edge of the bed while occasionally twisting his fingers, and sedilkit was stunned when the door key was turned from the outside. In a hurry, Viona hid the phone she was holding under the pillow, lucky since yesterday she turned off the ringtone and shakes so as not to be found there is a cell phone in her room.

A waiter came in to deliver food. Viona told him to convey a message to meet his mother on the grounds of catching a cold, wanted to be smeared with wind oil on the back by Rima because he could not do it himself, he said, and refuse if the servant or other housekeeper did so, hoping that his father would believe him and allow his mother to see him.

Abdul allows Rima into his son's room after the waiter explains, originally Rima was also locked in his room should not meet face to face with Viona until the engagement day arrives.

“Vi, what are you sick with?” Rima entered in haste with wind oil in hand.

“Bu.” Viona hugs her mother and invites her to sit on the sofa in her room.

“Says you're sick?” He scanned Vona from head to toe. Viona's face was still pale because too much crying made Rima's heart so sad.

“I'm fine Mom. But I have to listen to this.” Viona took the phone and opened the recording list.

“This phone from where Vi?”

“The story is long. Now what's important is that you listen to it."

Rima looked at each other with Viona and nodded meaningfully after hearing the entire contents of the recording.

“How do I tell dad without giving me this phone, do I just send it to dad's number? I meant to make a copy but my laptop is in the car," complained Viona as she restored her hair.

“Send it directly to your father's number. My mother's phone is also seized. Whether he believes it or not is a business later. But I'm sure, your father wasn't the one who couldn't tell which was the original recording and which wasn't.”

Viona nodded steadily and immediately sent it.

*****

This day Abdul was busy with his laptop, not to mention this afternoon about three hours there was an important guest who talked about the work problem coming home, so he had time to check his phone.

Time is almost up to the Maghrib, since Rima continued to pay attention to want Abdul to immediately open his phone, then his attention was diverted when the door of his room was knocked.

"Madam, little miss is vomiting and has a high fever,” reports panic. "So afternoon he looked lethargic and just ate a snack. since two o'clock asleep, half an hour ago woke up instantly vomiting and his body hot.”

“What?” Rima rounded up, interrupted the waiter in front of her and half ran to Nara's room. Abdul who was still focusing on the laptop in the room also heard it. He finished his job and went out.

“Mother...want Mommy,” the moan is weak, Nara is being carried by one of the maids.

“Take hot medicinal syrup and call Viona,’ command Rima on one of the maids.

“Tidak need to be called!” sambar Abdul's. "Viona is being punished.”

“Mother... Father...” Nara was rummaging and regurgitated in her grandmother's lap. Rima was getting panicked, not to mention that the boy's body was extremely hot.

“Dad! Please don't do this, it's an emergency. Put that problem aside. Our granddaughter needs her mother!” Rima was really frustrated, at this time Abdul was still stubbornly rolled up ego.

“Grandmother...mau Mother..” her moans again which then raises weak.

Abdul, who was originally flustered, finally ordered one of the servants to call Viona down .

Viona turned her head when the door of her room was opened, she saw one of the maids stumbling in.

“Neng, little lady. Mr. Abdul asked for And tour_"

Not even the waiter finished her sentence, Viona darted out of her room when she heard her son was sick. He even went down the stairs like a possessed person even though his body was still weak.

“Honey... Nara, this is Mommy, Nak.” Viona takes over Nara from Rima's sling, kisses her and holds her.

He gasped because Nara's face paled and her mugil body grew hotter, also continued to vomit even though there was nothing else that could be vomited.

Viona tried to drink the fever medicine brought by the waiter, but the results were nil. Only about five minutes of swallowed medicine was instantly spewed out again, making Viona panic half to death.

“Well, Mom. We have to go to the hospital. Nara never vomits like this" she asked amid the anxiety that invaded her instantly.

“Let Father and Mother take him to the hospital. You are still in brackets,” replied Abdul flat.

Rima rounded her eyes and Viona looked at her father in disbelief.

“Dad, please. Nara needs me!" his screams with trembling lips. "Law me again as you please, for now let me by my son's side.” His eyeballs began to glisten, with his chest heaving up and down.

“Mother...” Nara tightened her embrace on Viona.

“Iya dear, Mother is here," said Viona Parau.

"We are leaving now" said Abdul, who stepped into the garage.