
At 17:05 Wib. Me and Raisya got to the hospital. I keep my luggage in the closet. And then I said goodbye to mom, to go to Mas Evan's nursery. I'll give them as much money as they ask. But, earlier I wrote a letter of proof of receipt black on white. There I also load the contents, if I have paid the peace money. Will no longer be taken to the law.
"Mas, I hope you get well soon. I didn't expect you, this is how we split up." I said sadly, my chest felt tight saying it all. It's time I let go of Mas Evan.
"Oowww... After your husband's disabled, you want to stay!"
My forehead shriveled at her mother Juli's words. I immediately threw a glance at the fat woman with confusion. They're not the ones who want Evan.
"Emmm... Defying Evan's mentang and disability. You don't want to." Shoot again.
"It's up to you to say what." Flat answer.
Kulrikik Mas Evan, who also turned out to be looking at me. Mas Evan's eyes were full of regret and sorrow. I know he's very depressed right now. Because he's already disabled. But Juli wants me to divorce Mas Evan. Evan also seems to not want to maintain our relationship. Maybe he hates dad.
Deciding to let go of Mas Evan was a difficult thing for me. Even though he's disabled, I actually, still want to be his wife. I love her so much. But, if he's still with Juli, I can't take it anymore. Moreover, Juli's attitude was never good to me. Always want to make a fuss.
I don't want to linger in that room anymore. I dragged my feet quickly, with a broken heart to pieces. Infidelity is the greatest betrayal. It should have been from the beginning I was firm, so this need not happen.
Hufft...
I took a deep breath and exhaled it violently. Before I open the door to the room Dad was treated. When I went into the room where Dad was being treated, I could not find the whereabouts of mom.
"Mother where's dad?" I asked my father who was looking at me as I walked into the room.
"Your mother to the next room. Look at Mr. Armand's wife." Answer me smiling thinly. I look happy to talk about Mr. Armand. Maybe because Mr. Armand, give me the money.
"Ouwwm.." I peeled an orange and I gave it to Dad.
"You are also Mr. Armand's wife." Said the weak father.
"Yes dad. There's still time tomorrow." Softened me. Go back to feeding the orange daddy I peeled.
"What do they say when you give them money, son?" ask me to look at me.
"There's no father." I answered with no spirit.
"Yes dad." I smiled faintly at Dad.
Chequek.
The door opened, there was Raisya and mother walking towards us.
"Ma, mum.. I learned to draw with Reza." Raisya spoke with his carefree spirit.
"Oh yeah? do you have a picture book?" I glanced at Raisya. Then busied yourself, cleaned the messy table, the former father and mother just finished eating.
"I drew on Reza Ma's book." He said, then lay on his mother's thigh. The mother who was very dear to Raisya, caressed the head of my kind-hearted daughter. It was seen Raisya covering his mouth with his hands, as it evaporated.
"Pity of his wife Nak Armand ya Da." Said mother.
Hufft..
I put my ass over the ambal next to my mother's.
"Why is Mr. Armand's wife, why is it?" ask me with her curiosity. I'm busy and a lot of thought wants to know other people's problems.
"The wife of Nak Armand, suffers from liver disease."
"Liver disease?" my question is full of search. "Liver disease means mother." Obviously me again.
"Yes, it's not a liver disease like Evan's affair." Said mom with her upset face.
"Yes ma." My mouth, then lay down my body. I feel like my body is tired. And so with this feeling.
Holy mother of liver disease? I think her stomach that looks a little big is pregnant but, apparently, liver disease.
Aakkh.. Come on, why do I think of Holy Mother. My problem is even more complicated. I close my eyes and pray in my heart. I hope tonight will have enough rest.
TB