Humiliated Husband Family
Chapters. 18. The Midnight Tragedy.

It turned out that my hope God granted and came true. Lulu cries in the room, while Heru sleeps on the front mattress. The living room is only at the limit by the curtains. I, silent for a moment wish mas Azam ordered me to get off his body. We were playing on Mom's couch with the lights off.

"Let it go, shut up by yourself!" Mas Azam pushed my hip back to work. This heart is a dilemma, there is no pleasure that I feel when the mind branches off. I'm afraid if ...

Brugh!

"Yeah!"

"Oh my God, I'm sorry, Mas!" I immediately let go no matter the horror look from my husband. I quickly put on my mustache negligence, then rushed into the room, until I almost fell over because of a slip-up.

"Allahuakbar, Lulu!" My daughter, who was only a year old, had fallen from the top of the mattress with the position of the head first. Her crying was very loud. Maybe because of the pain and also surprised not me beside him.

"Oh God, my God! Jatoh lulu!" I yelled at my husband while holding back my tears. I carried my daughter into the living room.

"Mas, I'm afraid, Lulu is sprained," I said, drowning in the cries of our second daughter.

"Some of you aren't really so good at being a mom! I already know the child can not sleep on them, why not in the barrier on the edge of the mattress! Your job as a wife is not finished! Now I have to hear Lulu's cry at midnight like this!" my husband is angry. Not really at a time like this, right?

"Already, Mas. Already, Adek stop using bolsters really. But don't know why, Lulu can still fall too" I replied as I looked down on Lulu and rubbed her shoulders and neck using a baby massage balm.

"You always answer whatever your husband says! Don't expect to be able to earn money, then you think you value your dignity above men!" Mas Azam's cry immediately jolted my heart that was in this gamang. Tears fell down rushing along with my congested chest. I was confused half to death hearing Lulu's cry that had not stopped. In fact, my daughter was struggling like she was in pain. It seems like there is something sprained because, the distance of my bed with the floor is quite far.

"Not crying! Take care of your own actions. Just be careful when you arrive, Lulu why! There, find a masseuse!" hardik mas Azam again, tight. I flinched back to look in shock. Mas Azam was so willing to yell at me so many times. Is that angry with him! Because our game stopped suddenly at the moment, Azam was high-leveled.

"Sorry, Mas. But, Lika does not know where to look malem-palm like this ..," lirihku, very sad. I imagine my daughter is in pain from a fall. Why are you so agile dear, until the bolsters that mama piled up can you kick? ask me in my heart.

"It's none of my business! Goddamnit!" I heard that Azam cursed me so badly. I understand, I understand and I understand. Maybe the effect of the herbal medicine had not disappeared, so Azam turned his wheelchair quickly to the bathroom. Not to forget, he also brought his smart phone. I don't know what my husband's gonna do in there, hopefully it doesn't get me dragged into sin.

"Mas, I'm sorry, Lika. Lulu, be patient, baby. Mama doesn't know where to find a masseur these nights. Just a minute, son!" I took my daughter into the room, and then I turned on my phone. Open one of the social media that can help find ways to massage a sprained baby.

The red rectangular social media featured Vidio in about twenty minutes. I saw a list of the characteristics of sprained toddlers. Turns out I should calm psychic Lulu first. I ignored Azam's mas who passed through the room while clucking. It seemed like he had finished doing first aid to himself. I'll just focus on Lulu.

I opened the fridge looking for ice cubes. Then I take a small towel. I broke the ice and put it in a towel. After that, I use it to compress the almost bluish swollen shoulder. "Yes!" Lulu screamed loudly, maybe my daughter was shocked. There was a chill seeping through his skin.

I kissed several times his forehead, cheeks and also both eyes. I try to smile to give that calm. I looked at her two wet eyes. Then I told him ...

"Prophey, dear Lulu, Mama's trying to treat me again, Dedek. Compress with ice cubes. So that your sprained joints can quickly improve, baby ..."

I read in the article, if the former sprain is not in random order. Later will cause the injured part of the muscle to become worse. Therefore I chose to compress the affected part with ice cubes. Then put a fever compress on the affected part. I put Lulu to sleep by raising the pillow. Then, I gave a gentle massage around the arm instead of the swollen part. Just meant to make Lulu's blood circulation return smoothly. It also has a relaxing effect. Thank God, Lulu slowly calmed down and fell asleep again.

Instantly, it felt like something was coming off and falling off this shoulder. I also helped lay her on the bed. No matter what Azam thinks later. I'm tired, I don't feel like the clock on the wall has shown 02.15. Early morning.

The next day, I went to the supermarket near the house. I'd like to send you some extra money for operating expenses, sir. I wanted to run to the hospital where my father was treated. Of course it's not possible for me to do that right now.

Thank God I offer to the presence of Almighty God. Lulu's condition has improved after the treatment I did last night and I repeated it again this morning.

"Dad, I haven't been home for almost three days. Lena went home angry. He complained of being tired and tired, and could not take care of himself because he had to wait for his mother alone. I don't know where my mom and dad went. His nephews are many. But, at a time like this, no one was present to look.

Is this a sign that our language is not good for others? Yeah, even though you give often. However, if your gift always begins with insults .. then this is the reward you will get.

Indeed, it is your speech that will put you. Whether it is liked or not. Try to keep other people's feelings out of your verbal danger.

"Who takes care of Mom? I can go to the salon! Nella!" I heard Azam repeatedly yelling at his little sister. But, Nela remained with her establishment who wanted treatment to the salon.

"Assalamualaikum, Mas Azam!" I saw from the living room if the flirtatious widow came to meet Azam's mas which was still on the terrace. I was about to approach the two of them but ...

"Maa ... Dedek!" I can only let out a sigh. Because again failed to meet our neighbor who had bad intentions, according to my feelings. Hopefully this does not fall into suudzon or prejudice.

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