Go For Happiness!
Chapter 1
"Auliaaaaaaa" cried Yona, the mother-in-law very loudly.
"Yes ma'am, what's wrong?" asked Aulia who came in wet clothes because she was washing.
Brakes.
"Pay the electricity bill and don't forget the shopping money" Yona said as she put an electric account at the dinner table.
Deg.
"Mom, this month the salary of Mas Bisma has been paid for Wulan school" replied Aulia bowing her head.
"So you have to pay, right? Gajih Bisma is big there must be more, why stingy very" said Yona loudly.
After that, Yona left by waltzing without looking at the daughter-in-law. She's going to go to Arisan's house with her friend Wulan, Aulia's sister-in-law.
"How is this, the money from Mas Bhishma is still there but for other needs and also shopping money" murmured Aulia squeezed her daster strongly.
Then Aulia brought the account, she put it on the nightstand and she herself went back to the back to wash.
Today Weekend, Bisma is usually cycling around the complex. And Aulia herself washed the clothes of all the inhabitants of the House.
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At 10 am, she went straight to the room to clean herself up. But his netra eyes saw the electricity account.
"Mother must have told Aulia to pay for her, even though my money ran out for Wulan" murmured Bisma in annoyance.
Bhishma stepped into the bathroom, she would ask her mother directly later.
As for Aulia, she had just finished cleaning the House and the others. She went into the room and prepared a change of clothes for her husband, Aulia already knew because she had seen Bhishma enter the room.
"Huh, so tired" muttered Aulia sitting her butt on the sofa.
Aulia closed her eyes for a while to relieve her tired body, she also sighed violently several times to get tired of her leaving immediately.
Chequek.
"Aul, what's wrong with you?" bisma asked when she saw his wife who was quite pale.
Aulia who heard Bhishma's voice opened her eyes, she then shook her head while smiling.
"You sick, honey?" bisma asked again as she stepped closer to Aulia.
"No Mas, I just need a short break" Aulia replied softly.
Bisma shook her head, she then put on clothes immediately. After her she approached Aulia and fumbled her Wife's forehead.
"You have a fever, baby. Come to the hospital" Bisma asked in panic.
"No need, Mom. I just need to rest and later also heal by myself" said Aulia softly.
Bhishma could only give up, she then carried Aulia to lie down on the bed.
"Sleep, Mas will go to the pharmacy to buy medicine" said Bisma.
Aulia nodded, she then closed her eyes back because of the dizziness that whack her head.
Cup.
Bisma kissed Aulia's forehead gently, then she went to the pharmacy at the end of the complex. Actually he felt anxious because his dispensary was far enough and Aulia was alone, but if not fast then more pity also Aulia.
Aulia fell asleep when Bhishma closed the door of her room, she was indeed quite tired because of the homework she was handling.
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Bisma drives her car quite high, she is very anxious because Aulia is alone at Home.
Until a while he had arrived at the pharmacy, but very dear because the pharmacy was closed.
"Ah shit, why should it close. Huh, forced to go near the hospital" murmured Bisma by driving her car rather high.
"Hopefully Mom will come home soon, I am very worried because there is no one at home" murmured Bisma back.
Bisma focused back on the streets, he then looked back and forth hoping there were pharmacies open around there.
And very coincidentally, not far from there was a pharmacy and Bhishma was very grateful.
"Thank God there is porridge, I'm all alone" murmured Bisma sparkling when not far from the pharmacy there is a chicken porridge seller.
After finishing, Bisma re-applied her car to go home. She had left Aulia at home alone for quite a long time.
Somehow the feeling of Bhishma suddenly felt bad, he remembered Aulia who was at Home. Even her chest felt tight as she recalled Aulia's pale face.
"You're patient, baby. InsaAllah if my money is enough, I will take you away from Mother's House" murmured Bisma.
Not long after, he had already reached the courtyard of his Mother's House. Bhishma went out and rushed into the house.
Deg.
"Auliaaaaa" cried Bisma loudly.
Brucks.
"Bi bisma" said Yona
The bisma immediately grabbed the body of the Wife who was already helplessly drooping on the floor. Then the look in his eyes looked at his Sister and Mother sharply.
"What did you do to my wife?" bisma asked furiously.
"Sister Aulia was even good at sleeping, so Mom dragged her to cook us lunch. But he instead broke Mom's favorite object because the way staggered and finally Mother was angry" replied Wulan casually.
Yona just glared a sharp eye at her Princess, she growled as Wulan dismantled in front of Bisma.
Bisma clenched her hands tightly, she then passed from there and took Aulia out of the House. Bhishma will take her to the Clinic not far from Rumah sanh Ibu.
"I'm sorry, baby" murmured Bhishma tearfully.
Bhishma left her House immediately, she was already worried for the wife's safety.
As for Yona, she hired her Princess in annoyance. How could he be that innocent, or indeed bodo*.
"Mother, sick" annoyed Wulan released the mother's hand from her ear
"Why are you being honest with your brother, huh. Basic bodo* girl" Yona shouted full of annoyance.
Ck.
"And that's the truth, after all Mother also has the same heart, Sister Aul" replied Wulan by clucking.
"Here you go, you just make me dizzy" Yona kicked out.
With Wulan happily leaving the House, she will meet her boyfriend.
Wulan had just entered the 1st grade of high school, but somehow she seemed to be innocent or more to bo*oh when it came to Yona.
But Wulan was very smart, even she was always the general champion in her school.
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Yona went into her room, she just kept grumbling because of her bo*oh Princess attitude.
It was confirmed that later Bhishma would be angry with him.
"All because of Wulan, look out for you" he grumbled while stomping his feet.
"How do I find the reason later, ahhhh" annoyed Yona.
He then threw his body onto the soft mattress, he did not know it would have this effect.
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