Humiliated Husband Family
Chapters. 17. Owe It to Your Own Husband.

I turned my face to face her even though my body was still tilted because Lulu was still nursing. My tears suddenly returned. "Sorry ... Mas, I didn't hear. You get the phone again" I replied in tears. Making that frown instantly imprinted on my husband's forehead.

"You, why cry?" ask Azam astonished. I slowly removed my chest from the mouth of my sleeping baby girl. Then, I hold this body facing Azam.

"Mas, mr. .. hospital admission. His breathing suddenly tightened and fell on the porch of the house. Setyo told me. Now, you're in the hospital's ER room," I explained, holding back the tightness. I fear. The parents I have are one father. Meanwhile, my mother was gone before Lulu was born.

"Yes, you calm down. May you live long. The power of God cannot be disturbed. If it's time to go, it'll go." The instant the words from the words that Azam was saying just now made me wonder what they meant.

"Kok, that's what it is! I am so scared and sad!" my annoyance. Why can't he raise or just please my heart with more subtle words. I also know about destiny.

"Yes so you're more realistic, Dek. Look, Mas. Do I cry for the state of the mother who had a mild stroke and is now still in the hospital? Am I crying over my condition of being diagnosed with temporary paralysis? Do I cry for the car that was taken away from people somewhere even though the installments are only one year away? No right? I accept all that" said Mas Azam at length.

Although there is a point in the rope does not have to be this way of delivery. I just need his support right now. I need him as a figure who will calm the heart. Ah ... never mind. It seems useless, I hope more on his attitude that will be sweet if it will work on my body.

"Yes, Mas. Lika understands," I replied. Instantly my view was directed at the behavior of the next Azam. In front of me he opened a large brown envelope. Then, a big smile with a look of happiness appeared on my husband's fresh face.

"Alhamdulillah! They are really royal and understand. It's not wrong if I've been doing good to them all this time. At least they know the return of the favor" muttered Azam when he took out the contents in the envelope. I thanked him by raising my hands up.

"Cure yes, see a lot of money. But this is all, Mas will hold. You can make your own money now. Here, let's just make a handle." Instantly the look on my radiant face turned sad again. Not that I am not grateful or kufur. But, Azam only gave me one hundred thousand two pieces of money. Meanwhile, the ones in Azam's hands were about five million.

"Yes, Mas. Just hold. I understand that." I see, my husband has not held his own money. I don't want to ruin her happy feelings. But windfall is not going anywhere. Incidentally at home there is no family. So, Azam felt happy, because no one would take money under the pretext of himself not being able to manage well. I understand, I understand very well what my husband is feeling right now. After all, the money in his hand will also be used for periodic check-ups later.

"Mas, this is Setyo calling again" I said while showing my phone screen on Azam.

"Yes, Tyo. I will immediately seek a loan. You're the calm one, aren't you?" I said on the phone. Setyo was panicking alone. Moreover, Ms. Lydia has not arrived. Her husband is a little difficult. Especially when it comes to finances.

"How much? Can't you give much? After all, the disaster was really bad!" grunt my husband. Make this heart call again istighfar.

"Less than five hundred thousand, he said. Because not all costs are covered by health insurance," explained I who just read the contents of the message from Tyo. Thankfully, Ms. Lydia contributed one million. Setyo my brother has a stash of five hundred thousand. Alhamdulillah will be enough if mas Azam will lend according to the nominal I ask.

"Okay, my love! But you have to pay tonight!" Of course Azam's salutation made my forehead wrinkled confused.

"Thank God, thank you, Mom! But why tonight? You mean, how's it going?" cecarku.

"Nih, Mas in love with Radit. Later that night, Adek had to go back to rocking. I am not a very good husband. As a wife, you pay. So it's total! You got double tuh. Money is also a reward!" After saying that, Mas Azam put the money five pieces of red on my lap along with a packet of herbal medicine. Ah, Mas. Are you aware? If the sentence you just said just incised a wound in my heart.

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"Mas, Adek is no longer strong. Why do your guns keep standing? It's been five hours ...," I said softly while holding the pain in my special area.

Azam, as if vengeance. When the house is quiet he continues to force me to help him vent his stifled desires. Moreover, his friend deliberately gave him Jamu to increase the vitality of men. Sure enough, this body was crumbling. I was about to faint, but Azam was staring at me with angry eyes.

"You gotta work hard, Dek. Kan, Mas already paid you! Am I still lacking understanding? You just shake!" sarkas mas Azam actually dropped my pride as a wife.

"Mas, ahh .. That, Lulu can't be pinned down. Hurry, Mas!" I told Mas Azam to stop our game immediately. Is it sinful, if I wish for Lulu to wake up and cry out loud?

...Seriate...