
"What kind of a storm to the late family, Bang?" Jasmine's sister was apparently interested in hearing this story.
"The protege is his own son, but his father Harum is not ridho. He said, you are trusted to be happy Harum just can't. Even during pregnancy, the sickly fragrance continues. Han turned again, but he died because he went back to his parents. I'm not feeling good about myself with the Harum family, they also feel the loss of course." Hamdan's father looked at his wife from afar, as Brother Jasmine was sitting on the sofa.
"If there is no firmness bang Workshop that has not been seen, I do not want him to go home. Whatever, Farah wants him to take it or stay with me. I won't bring a child, but he's the reason the child keeps working." Suppose the separation of this house takes a long time, I will immediately process our marriage in a religious court.
Why have a toxic relationship during that time? I deserve to be happy even if I am alone. Because I got a husband like this, I feel that the character of the husband will not be much different from the man before.
"Why are you so hard, Ra? Are you tired of having Han's husband?" Hamdan's father asked softly.
"Not sick of the same people, but the same attitude. Let alone me, Dad was already disappointed with him. Why doesn't she continue to live with her children?! Why have a wife, if the goal is to have a wife just want to get children and there are ngasuh his child?!" I'm confused myself, if no one is concerned like this. Worried, even less delivered to the workshop bang.
"That's it, Dad. Later just discuss this it, later if there is a bang workshop." I took my breath.
I wonder, why can I have a husband who is less assertive like this?
"Dad wanted to take a breath, Ra. Let's meet the midpoint, so Han doesn't have to get out of your house. Don't you need Han? Do you not love him? Last month, you agreed to live together. One month's distance, you guys like this?"
So, Hamdan's father wanted me to withdraw my words.
"That's all, Dad. Tell the workshop, give a firm decision. Take Zee, or kind of have Zee. Not disrespecting and not caring about Zee anymore, but enough ration love and nengok Zee aja, it's also with a note must be with me. If he wants to follow the decision pakwa and Bunga, a month he has no decision, I continue the divorce process, Well." Maybe I'm being too rash, but I don't want this kind of problem to happen again.
"Ra, it's easy to get divorced, to get hooked." Brother Jasmine kind of gave me a warning, but in a gentle tone.
"Udah, no. Focus on Ra's health first, the problem later, solved later. Just tell Han Kek that's it." Dad walked towards me.
"Yes, Dad. Father nasehatin Ra to rethink his decision, marriage is not for divorce." Brother Jasmine walked towards me as well.
"Yes, Deck." He smiled at me, then rubbed my head.
Dad was on the left side of my gurney, while Hamdan's dad was on the right side of my gurney.
"Yuk home, Dek?" take Hamdan's father to my sister who is his wife.
"Yes." Yeah." Jasmine stood beside her husband. "Well, who are you gonna call to nemenin' me here?" ask him to look at Dad.
"No, Dek. It was night time too, and Ra's father was going to sleep." I rubbed my head again.
His affection was so felt from his rubbing in my head.
"Pamit go home first, Dad. Assalamualaikum." Hamdan's father took Jasmine's sister away.
"Getishalight." My father and I answered at the same time.
"ASI's first, Dek. Keep sleeping yes sleep, don't think of this. There's gotta be a way, you don't have to stay up late to think about this." Dad took the automatic.
"Yes, Dad." I grabbed the device and plugged it out of the blanket that covered my body.
I'm in the hospital for about four days, I want to get home soon, because I want to strangle my own husband. Just imagine, as long as I was there he only dared to come outside my room. Then, he knocked on the door and called the father who was with me to give me food or take the ASIP for Galen.
With our problems unfinished, plus he avoided. I feel like I really want to strangle him, I feel like I really want to tug at his body.
"Died at Dad first, did you, Dek?" Dad started parking his vehicle in his yard.
"I'm at home, Dad. I've been tengokin a lot." I thought that by taking this choice, the effort of the Workshop to make up with me was becoming more and more visible.
Because if I'm at dad's house, I'm afraid it's limited by dad's privacy and biyung and their sleeping hours.
"Ohh, miss Han?" Dad glanced at me, after dad finished parking in a backward position.
It's true that kangen exist, but I'm too proud to admit. Moreover, the condition of our household is not okay like this.
I'm just shaking. I saw my movements, then he got out of the car. I opened the car door, though Dad rushed to embrace me.
I am strong, even though my body looks thin. I lost half my body weight because I got married and got sick yesterday. Not because of her marriage, but it seems that I was shocked to suddenly become a wife and mother of two children. While in the past me and Galen did not have rules, while after marriage I had to take a mandatory bath routine, must be ready to wake up for sahur as well.
Who had wanted to fast Shawwal too, finally not delivered because I was sick.
"Galen where are ya, Dad?" My father and I walked to my door.
"I don't know, I'll look for it. Galen let your brother be the same, you get physical first. Later I told Biyung to send food. HPnya activate, let anything good call his father. I won't call you first, afraid to disturb you to sleep." Dad took me to my room.
Where is my phone? Nothing in the original place.
"HP I don't exist, Dad. Help me with cariin." I'm freaking out about gaming phones for those tens of millions.
Not just any cell phone. From banking apps, stock web, daddy company data, it's all on mobile. I am a person who holds only one cell phone, not devoted to personal or work.
"Where is it?" Dad was drowning.
"Here." I patted this nightstand.
"What did Han bring? I'll call." Dad forced me to sit on the edge of the bed first.
It's been a long time without a cell phone, plus my phone wasn't found in the house. Just to panic, I immediately sweat and feel healthy to look for the whereabouts of my phone.
"Hp I'm dead, Dad." It feels free, if dad calls her.
"Yes hello, who is this?" I talked to someone on their cell phone.
Is that my cell phone thief?
"Ohh, Ra's got his HP." Dad scratched his eyebrows.
"Alright, don't lure a fuss!" Dad's voice was like a warning.
"Yes." Yeah." Dad dropped his phone.
"HP you're in….
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