Grudge from Paralyzed Husband
Chapter 3

I was taken back to Mama's house. A house I have left for over 10 years. A house I never visited, even if I just stood looking at it from a distance.

The house that for 22 years witnessed my growth, became a witness to the sorrow that I had been through with Mama and the late Papa, before finally choosing to leave.

Yes, now I'm back home full of memories. The real house I miss, but miss it is left out by the ego.

"Oh Allah, Gusti. Den Azwar!" A woman the age of Mama ran over, when the front door had just opened.

"Where's Den Azwar? Why not go home? Mbok. Oh, my God, Den, why is it like this now?" The woman roared while embracing me.

She is Mbok Asih, a nanny that I consider to be my own family.

"Ehm .., um ..."

'Oh, my God, Mbok. I'm kangen too.' My inner.

Mbok Asih continued to embrace me, his crying was now increasingly broken when he saw me unable to speak normally.

I want to brush the back of the woman who took care of me. But what power, my current condition is very unlikely.

"Already, Mbok. Let Azwar rest first. If Mbok misses, then Azwar will be able to rest in the room."

Kulirik Mama, her fingers are busy removing tears that have fallen to the cheek. Mom crying.

Could it be that Mama's heart is fragile seeing my situation now? Or just carried away because of the heartbreaking cry of Mbok Asih? I don't know.

"Yes, New. Come on Den, Mbok anther to the room." The wrinkled hands of Mbok Asih changed to push my wheelchair.

I slowly entered the living room, then the living room and reached the family room. Nothing has changed. On the wall of this room, still neatly displayed my photos. From my baby to my teenager.

My eyes were fixed there was a large photo, where my picture, Mama and Papa stood in harmony with a smile on each lip.

Ah, if at that time I was not captivated by Rahma's charm, maybe at this time I can still stand beside Papa.

"Mbok, just bring it to the guest room." Mama's voice breaks the daydream.

Mbok Asih slowly pushed me into the room that was right next to the family room. The only room on the lower floor.

"Today I've made an appointment with Doctor Herman. Maybe in 15 minutes he'll be there." Mama took over the wheelchair handle from Mbok Asih's hand.

"Mbok prepare the porridge, let me take care of Azwar." Mama closed the door slowly, after Mbok Asih passed.

There was no conversation between me and my mom after that. Mama just put me in front of a glass window that leads directly to the back garden. As for Mama, just sitting looking at me from the side.

I don't know exactly what Mom is thinking right now.

"Huh ..."

There was a soft sigh from Mama, after which Mama passed leaving me in the room alone.

Could it be that Mama has not been able to take off her heartache and forgive me? I don't know, only Mom and God know.

*****

"Azwar's stroke isn't really that bad. It's just that, maybe all this time the treatment he received was less effective, so his condition looked weak and apprehensive like this."

Mama only nodded her head a few times, when she heard the explanation given by Dr. Herman.

Indeed, all this time Rahma was not taking care of me. Even seemed indifferent as if wanting me to die slowly.

"Why not just be hospitalized? Azwar can simultaneously follow the physiotherapy there. And the chances of getting cured will be much faster." Doctor Herman suggested.

"Did Azwar make a full recovery?" Mama asked a question, which inexplicably made my chest pound.

"I can't guarantee it, but I'll try to cure Azwar." Doctor Herman looked at me pity.

"Can we talk outside?" Mama looked at Doctor Herman meaningfully, before finally passing away.

After the death of Mama and Doctor Hendra, my mind floated on Rahma. The woman I had defended desperately in front of Mama, had the heart to betray me.

I still do not think, where the conscience of the woman who is still valid as my wife. Has his love for me completely worn off, until he easily moved to another heart?

Shadow Rahma wrestled with the man coming across, making my heart ache again.

And the pain slowly turned into heartache, which gave rise to a burning grudge within. I have to regain my pride as a man and a husband.

Yes, I will repay their treatment and humiliation to me. Even they will get a much more painful reply, than what I feel right now. I swear!!!!

****

"Yes, Madam. After returning from Bali they moved."

"You didn't lose track of them, did you?" Mama fed me porridge.

"They're back in the old house."

"Oh, that house I bought for Azwar?" Mama looked up, a little surprised as it seemed. "Isn't the house for sale?"

"Only mortgaged his certificate to the Land Leech."

"Who was the man we met there when we went undercover and searched for Azwar?" My mother looked surprised.

"Nandar's Relatives."

"Great! He took my son to a narrow contract, and then let the old man's family occupy my son's house. Really sneaky."

"Ehm .., um ..." I cut out Mama's words. Asking for an explanation of the thing that Mama was talking to Mr. Robi.

A home? What house does mom mean? Why did you say you ever bought a house for me? When's? As far as I know, after I decided to leave Mama, I never once had a relationship with her again.

"You must be confused, Azwar." Mom smiled.

"Mama ...," Mama's phone suddenly rang, urung made him give an explanation.

"Mama stay for a while" Mama said after staring at her phone screen. "Robi, please accompany Azwar." Mama passed.

My neutral bead followed Mama's tall height, until it disappeared behind the back porch wall.

"Master ...," My focus was on Mr. Robi, who was now in place of the position Mama was bribing me.

"Master must be wondering about the house we just talked about. Actually, the house that you've been living with your wife all this time, is the house that the Lady gave." 

My net is perfectly rounded. If only I had been able to speak normally, I would have definitely screeched in surprise.

How could it be, isn't that the house I bought in installments using my salary all this time?

Could this be the reason, why the price of the house that used to be so much cheaper than the price of the house in general?

So, there's Mama's interference behind it all.

"A month after Mr. Azwar decided to get out of this house, the Madam continued to search for Mr. Azwar's whereabouts. Months, even 2 years later, we didn't find it." Mr. Robi started telling stories.

"Until finally the Madam got word from her college friend first, that Mr. Azwar applied for a job at his bakery. Even the Madam had visited the rented house, but was reluctant to meet in person. Madam, just look at the Master from afar."

"Mrs was really hit, when she saw the condition of Mr. Azwar at that time who was in short supply. Until finally, the Madam decided to give a house to the Master, through the hands of her friend."

My conscience is really hit. My chest felt increasingly claustrophobic, there was even something that felt like it was hitting my soul to make him feel miserable.

Mama, it turns out that you still care about me? Even when I break your heart to pieces, you can still give me something.

"Mrs knows, Mr. Azwar will not accept the grant of the house if it is given by the Lady directly. That's why, Madam gave it through someone else's intermediary." Mr. Robi sighed. I rubbed my lips with a tissue.

"He knew, your ego, self-esteem and prestige were very high, so he decided to take that path. And the money you use to install the house every month, will go back to you as a bonus."

"Nobody understands the nature and behavior of a person better than a mother, sir."

My tears are slowly melting. My sobs broke, but without a sound. My mother's love never changed. Even when her heart has been hurt by my treatment, that affection and love still remains.

"That's your right, Azwar. Even if you have left home and your mother, but you still deserve what is rightfully yours. Because after all, you're still Mama's son." Mama walked slowly closer to me, then wiped my tears with her palms.

"I'm sorry Mama, for letting you suffer for the past 2 years. Mama just wants you to know, and show you how the real nature of the woman you defended desperately in front of Mama first."

"Now you're back, son. I won't let anyone hurt you again." Mama hugged me tight.

Tears are flowing more and more in my cheeks. My pain in my mother was huge. God, forgive me!

"Mrs ...," said Mr. Robi. "The ruler and the false witness are already at the police station." 

Mama took off her embrace, then looked at me with a sigh.

"Anyone who has ever been involved in the suffering and humiliation that you bear, Mama make sure to regret until death picks up ...."

'Mrs ....'