Helper Pervishes
Chapter 72. Contrition
Six months later...
In a house no matter how big, Selvie was busy sorting out her expensive clothes to put in a closet. That day was the third day Selvie stayed at Eko's house after officially becoming Eko's wife.
And Selvie has spent a week suspended from detention. He has served half of his sentence, with the guarantee that he can be placed under house arrest by the court.
"My husband?" selvie shouted loudly to Eko. The house is not how wide, of course, the sound is heard out of the house.
"What do you want for another order?" gerutu Sukma while swinging his broom in the yard.
"Yes madam" said Eko then left his job cleaning the park.
"It doesn't fit, what if we buy another closet?" ask Selvie with the pot.
"Mrs wants what kind of closet I'll buy. Provided that it is not too expensive," said Eko.
"Which is cheap, which oenting can accommodate all these clothes. I don't want all these expensive clothes broken to eat lizards. Your mother is lazy to clean the house" Selvie said.
"Let me clean up, lizard, rat and cockroach must be out of this house."
"There's a rat, too?" Selvie shuddered in horror at the word mouse. "I'm moving out, we're looking for a bigger husband's house. Find a bigger house. I'm not comfortable here" Selvie said with a grunt.
"Alright I find, but after my salary is enough yes, then we just bought ranjanh. Add must buy a closet, such as his to find a big house contract will take time," persuaded Eko.
Selvie pouted but agreed with Sko's remark.
From outside the door Sukma heard all their talk.
"You think you're still the rich mistress you used to be. Regret me marrying my son to you. If I had known your parents were broke, I wouldn't have a poor son-in-law and a slacker like you" Sukma said.
"Mother, why do you talk that way. Madam has tried to change for me ma'am, mother don't make it difficult for her" Eko said.
"Mistress, are you her maid?" Sukma hit his son hard on the back.
"Mom why hit me?"
"Mother, can take off the slippers. Remember every entry into this room, take off the mother's dirty sandals," said selvie while staring at the disgust flip flops in Sukma.
"Iiiggghhh, long time I've been crazy living with them. The three-day stone behaves like a rich mistress, "sukma grumbled as she walked away from the room.
"My husband, from tomorrow I'll look for a job, have my mother clean well. A small house like this is certainly not suitable in cleaning. Later after we have enough money, we move ok?" selvie persuaded her husband.
"All right, it's up to you. I will tell my mother to prioritize the cleanliness of this room," replied Eko.
"Alright," Selvie hugged Eko for a moment. He then pushed Eko's body away. "You smell smoke, why not take a shower?" her word.
"Yes his name is also abis grilled garbage in front."
"Junk?" selvie ran to the bathroom to take a shower.
Several days passed at Sukma's house. Calmness and tranquility are never seen there. Every day Sukma would be angry because of the actions of Selvie who was willing to rule. Selvie wants to be treated like a hostess by everyone.
Marwan could never rest in peace. After work, Sukma would criticize him to vent his frustration towards Selvie, until finally Marwan and Sukma also joined the storm every day.
Until one night, due to a huge commotion between Sukma and Selvie, Marwan becomes very angry. Peaking emotions, melancholy and lack of rest made the old man's blood pressure very high. At once, Marwan fell unconscious until his head hit the back of the chair. He was rushed to a nearby hospital due to critical condition.
"Nothing."
"Nothing."
The doctor on duty in the ICU room called Sukma to speak seriously.
"Mom, the mother's husband's condition is now critical. He still refuses to be conscious. What if I bring Utari here. The patient kept saying that name" said the Yoga Doctor.
"Cotless?" asked Sukma not expecting. For half a year he had not heard from Utari. Somehow it's in the moment.
"Mom," called the doctor to disperse the Sukma who was thinking hard. "Maybe the woman named Utari can make the patient back eager to live," continued the Yoga doctor.
"Okay doc I will try," replied Sukma.
Immediately after leaving the doctor's room, Sukma immediately checked the phone from his pocket. He looked up the name utari in his contact list. Bamun there is no contact named utari there.
Sukma approached Eko, Eko must have Utari's contact number.
"What did the doctor say?" ask Eko.
"Your father's body refused treatment, he was still unconscious and kept delirious of Utari's name. Do you have Utari's number?" ask Sukma.
Eko immediately saw the contact list on his phone. After searching for items for a moment Eko then shook his head.
"I also don't have the number ma'am" said Eko.
Sukma sat weakly staring at the floor.
"The doctor advised us to do an MRI so that you can know your father's illness, but you don't have a penny for it. Son you must have money, would you please lend it to mother."
"Mom, I don't have any money either, the last money I've used to buy a closet. I pay for another week, even if it is not paid in full because I borrowed money with my boss," replied Eko.
Concerns on Sukma's face are becoming more and more.
"All because of your wife, she's making a mess in the house. Now where is he? Just look at your father no!"
"That's it, ma'am, don't blame Selvie. He was tired, all day he traveled around several companies to find work. He works for us too" defended Eko on his beloved wife.
Sukma gave a long sigh, he remembered Utari.
"If Utari were here, she would be reliable" murmured Sukma quietly. He remembered his first adopted daughter. Maybe he was wrong for ignoring Utari, his son was never stingy and always gave what Sukma asked. Sukma really regretted his attitude to Utari.
"Tari, whether the mother should go to the master's house to look for him," said Sukma. His eyes immediately rounded. "Yes Mr. Morgan, I will try to contact Mr. Morgan. Utari must be with her," the idea that arrived appeared in Sukma's mind immediately carried out. At that time, Sukma immediately contacted Morgan's mobile number from within his contact.
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