Grudge from Paralyzed Husband
Chapter 8

"Miss, thank you for helping us." Mr. Robi put an envelope on the table.

"No problem. We are both business people. As long as there is a price, there will always be a sacrifice." Saints pulled the envelope slowly.

"So, are you really that little sister, or just my son's man?" Mama stared at Saints sharply, looking at the girl's appearance from top to bottom.

Saints laughed when they heard Mom's question. " I am indeed Brother Rahma's brother. But I never agreed and confirmed, all the cunning attitude of my brother."

"Why?"

"No reason. I just don't like sneaky people." Sacred smile.

"Even if it's your own Father and your own brother?" Mama looked at Saints intensely.

"Yes, anybody. It doesn't matter if it's a stranger, or someone I know." Suci played his finger, counting the amount of paper he had in the envelope he was holding.

"But what do you think, this attitude and actions that you're doing are also not a form of cunning?"

"No. I'm just tricking a sneaky guy. Replying their cunning with ingenuity." Sacred looked at Mama.

"Interesting." My mother smiled meaningfully.

"Ehm .., um ..." I tried to speak to Suci, gesturing her if I thanked her for the help she gave earlier.

"Sama-sama, Brother. Thanks for this too." Saints held up the envelope in her hand.

"You should take Mr. Azwar to go for treatment abroad. Medical devices and medical techniques there are more promising." Saints give advice to Mama.

"That problem, let it be my business with my son, you don't have to interfere." Ketus Mama answered the Holy Word.

"It's okay, sorry about that." The saint still smiled sweetly. "Sir Azwar, Holy shit huh. Don't hesitate to call the Saints if you need help." The girl stood up, preparing to leave Mama's house.

"Robi, take the girl home" Mama ordered.

Saints who had stepped, then turned and looked at Mama.

"No need, Madam. I can go home by myself. Besides, I don't like it when other people know where I live." As if understanding the way of Mama's mind, Suci gave an insinuating answer.

"The girl ..." Mama said softly, after the Saints have really left.

"How could the girl suddenly come and side with us?" Mama looked at me and Mr. Robi took turns.

"Actually, he was the only person who had helped Mr. Azwar all along. Only, the girl ...," said Mr. Robi stopped.

"Duitan eye. Girls seem to be doing anything for money. Money is everything, even more important than family and siblings." Mama cut Mr. Robi's words.

I just looked at Mama without being able to refute her words.

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"Try moving your fingers slowly."

I followed Doctor Herman's instructions, trying to move my fingers very slowly.

It was very painful, my joints were like they were pulled tight.

"Good, slow down."

"Hows it? Is there any progress on Azwar's condition?" Mama looked enthusiastically at me.

"That's fine. I'm sure Azwar will be cured soon, if he's been doing regular medication and physiotherapy." Doctor Herman smiled.

"Thank you for taking care of my son, Her." 

"No need to thank you, it's my job as a doctor." Doctor Herman wrote a prescription, then gave it to Mama. "Give him this remedy regularly, and keep an eye on his diet for a while."

"okay."

"I said goodbye, because there's an IGD patient waiting in the hospital." Doctor Herman patted my back slowly. 

"Be careful." Mom escorted Doctor Herman out of the room.

I looked at Mama's back with a nervous feeling. I don't know why, I suddenly feel bad. I feel like something bad is going to happen.

"Mama get out for a second, baby. There's an urgent need. Later, Mbok Asih will accompany you." Mama kissed my forehead.

I feel like dejavu. This feeling pulls me back to the past. A time when I was still a little baby to Mama, even though I was 15 years old.

At that time, the situation was the same. I lay weakly on the bed, suffering from typhus. During the night Mama waited for me, even her own health was not thought of. My mom got sick the day after I recovered.

All the shadows were turning back in the head. As if trying to remind, how great love and affection Mama to me. Ah, if you remember all the sins and mistakes I have committed, it would be inappropriate if now I get back the love and affection of Mama.

"Mama, dear Azwar." Mama looked at me inside then stroked my forehead.

"Ehm .., um ..." 

"Mrs, can we go now?" Mr. Robi appeared on the doorstep.

Mama nodded towards Mr. Robi, then looked back and hugged me. I felt like my mother was reluctant to leave me. Finally, Mama came out without saying another word to me.

'Mrs ...'

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"Azwar ..., please Mama!" 

I woke up from my sleep in shock, when I faintly heard a voice asking for help. That voice, like my mother's.

I try to look around. As far as the eye can see, there is no shadow of anyone that can be captured by my netra in this room.

'Mrs ...' Innervates slowly. ' Did something happen to Mama?'

My mind raged, my heart guessing about the possibility that might happen. The sudden feeling of fear just ambushed, I was afraid that the feeling of uneasiness that I was feeling this afternoon, was a bad sign. 

Mama, I hope it's just my feeling, and Mama's fine right now.

"Den, Den Azwar!" The screams of Mbok Asih spread my daydream about Mama. 

The middle-aged woman ran up to me, who was lying helplessly on the bed. Mbok Asih's face looked puffy, his eyes also reddened. Looks like she just cried. 

"Ehm .., um ..." 

"Den, Mrs Den. Madam ..." Mbok Asih hugged me while crying. Many times he mentioned the word 'Mistress'.

Negative thoughts are getting more self-controlled, is it possible ...

"Ehm .., um ..." I gently touched Mbok Asih's body using my index finger, the only limb I can use right now.

"Mrs Den, Madam! Madam's car .. overturned and burned!" Mbok Asih's crying broke again.

'What ... What did Mbok Asih mean just now?' My mind is still unable to digest Mbok Asih's words.

"Ehm .., um ..."

"Mrs accident, Den. Madame ... Madam died on the spot." Mbok Asih hugged me again with increasingly loud cries.

'Ma-ma ...' I'm not able to react to anything. The words of Mbok Asih just now really hit my soul to the point of making me so shocked. 

"Den, Mistress ... Madam died Den." 

'No! No way! This must be wrong, Mama can't die,' 

I keep trying to deny all the words that Mbok Asih said. It's impossible that Mama died. Mbok Asih must have gotten the wrong information. Maybe there are people who deliberately want to make a situation. Or maybe ...

"Son Azwar ..," Uncle Fendi's voice disturbed my sense of hearing. I don't know when he was in this room.

The tall man stood by the bed and kept looking at me pityingly. 

"Patiently yes, Son ..." Uncle Fendi's hand held my hand tightly. 

I looked at Uncle Fendi in disbelief. But the look in his eyes implied that what was conveyed by Mbok Asih earlier, was the truth.

'Ehm ..., um ..." I shook my head, although it didn't work. No, I can't accept any of this. This must be a lie ...

"Ma-ma ..," the words spit out from my lips. "Dude! Ma-ma ..., Ma-ma!" Teriakku ....