Humiliated Husband Family
Chapters. 13. The Impas of Carelessness

[Sister, when will Heru and Lulu be picked up. My father was exhausted, because of exhaustion. Your children are very active, brother. While I work always come home after Magrib. ]

That is, the message that was sent by Setyo my sister. He was only twenty years old, and he worked in a motorcycle repair shop. I had to leave my two children because I had to take turns to look after my mother. Looking at the message from, Setyo, my heart feels very guilty. My father, he cannot be exhausted. He has a history of asthma. Inevitably, I came home from the hospital straight to pick up my two children.

A good distance, about fifty kilos a meter. Made me choose to go up and down the lot. I did not dare to piggyback on my two children using a motorbike with such a distance. I parked my bike in one of the shopping malls. Put it in the parking lot there. At least I can drive it to my second-in-law's house.

During the time, Mother was in care, father was often not at home. He said he took care of losing his car. Keep chasing after people who try to deceive him.

Several times, people in uniform came to our house. It seems like it was dad's acquaintance. One of his customers who had used the services of buying and selling a car motorbike to him. Good thing can not be achieved, poor can not be rejected. As clever as anything, if it is time to be deceived will definitely feel as well.

In fact, the circle of friendship of the father can be said to be quite elite. But, whose name is the human heart who can measure it.

Arriving at my father's house.

"Assynnya!"

Just arrived, my two children immediately ran over. Setyo has a holiday today. I see, my youngest brother is feeding Lulu.

"Mama, eyang takit. Bring me the doctel," said Heru complaining to me about the father's situation.

"Oh Allah, Father ..pardon me, Lika!" I said as I approached the middle-aged man who was wearing a checkered glove on his bed. His face looks pale and his eyes are soft. Sure, he's sleep-deprived for taking care of my two children.

"Eh, have you arrived, son? How's your in-laws doing? Why stay?" he is worried about the situation of others.

"It's better, sir. Although not yet able to speak clearly, because the mother's mouth to be tilted a little. Neither can his hands be moved. Maybe, the day after tomorrow you can go home," I explained, staring guiltily at the father.

"Sorry, Yo. Dad suddenly relapsed. So you can't really take care of your grandchildren. In fact, their father is here. Home is rame. Yesterday your sister came. But, her husband sash the motorbike suddenly he came home not so stay the night. In fact, he still misses he said the same two nephews," explained the father with a smile that did not fade adorn the face of his handsome who began to age.

The woman my father told me about was my brother. Sister, Lydia's been married for seven years. But, there are no descendants. That's why I'm so happy when I play at my dad's house. Brother, will definitely come. Only, her husband was too possessive and curbed.

"I'm sorry, sir. Already made, you become exhausted and lack of rest. Lika no longer know where to put these two children. In general, the state of Azam is also limited like that," I said lirih. His heart felt so guilty seeing a healthy father so suddenly sick like this.

"Let's take it to the doctel, Ma!" heru said reminding me to bring my father to treatment. My first son seems to be very worried about their eyes.

"Yes, Sir. Lika drove to the clinic, yes" I bargained.

"Please, Ma'am. Later, if it does not improve also .. let Tyo who brought it to the clinic. Ma'am, rest first in the room, kasian tuh children also have not napped.

Finally, I called Azam. To know my current existence. Ask permission to stay tonight and just come home tomorrow again. Because, from the hospital it was too late in the afternoon. It's also impossible if I bring the kids home at night.

"Yes, you have come home early in the morning. Mas, haven't eaten yet. No one's home. It's also just eating the bread in the mother's stall" said Mas Azam on the phone making my heart become more sad. Due to one disaster almost all felt the impact. In fact, the father became relapsed his disease.

Hah, if I may say if. But, once again this is all destiny and the way of life that we have to do. Despite all the negligence, it turns out that's where we have to be aware. That, in fact, we are weak people who are stupid and have no effort without the help of God.

After dawn prayers, I immediately invited my two children to get ready. I went home, with a heavy heart, leaving my father coughing all night. I want to stay here longer to take care of her. But, in our house there is a husband figure who is more everything in terms of needing me.

"Let's play again, if you're healthy!" shouted the Father while occasionally taking a hard breath. That is if the disease has recurred. Even breathing will be difficult. I left my home with heavy steps.

Arriving at home, I found my husband's pouting face. How else, it just so happened that the road was jammed once. In fact, Lulu just vomited because of fatigue.

"Assa-"

"I'm hungry! Just cook it!" Mas Azam was angry, even he did not give me a chance to just give greetings.

"Assalamualaikum, yes Mas," I replied while continuing the greeting that had been cut earlier. I took his hand and kissed him, though he was pulled back by Azam's mas. I understand, since yesterday my husband did not eat. So, it was natural that he was currently emotional.

I put it down, Lulu who's asleep. Make some milk for Heru, and then I'll fight in Mom's kitchen. Thank goodness there is food. I started cooking what I could eat. Even though I felt bruises and aches on my ankles.

"Pocket dong, Deck. You could die of this hunger!" my husband shouted from the living room. Because I cooked in my kitchen. Incidentally, we don't have a kitchen. In other words, you can't make your own kitchen.

"Sorry, Mom, it's a while. There is no rice. So, Adek must cook the rice first," I explained while putting some dishes of food in front of Azam. Before, I put the board on his lap.

Kasian, I've been looking at her pale face withstanding hunger since yesterday. In my heart I wonder where the family of father and mother. Why, nobody cares? Dad, where are you too?

"Actually, Jelita came here yesterday with food. But, already Mas throw away," my husband told me, making these two eyes pattern instantly.

What did that flirtatious rich widow plan to do?

...Seriate...