LET ME BE HAPPY
chapter 28

Mila grabbed her phone that was ringing on the nightstand. She saw the name of the caller who turned out to be her husband. Immediately he shifted the green phone handle icon to the top.

"Assalamualaikum, Mas" Mila said as the call was connected.

"Vaalaikumsalam. I'm sorry, is this really the number of his wife, Mr. Fathan, the owner of this phone?" A baritone voice sounded across.

Mila kept the phone away from her ear. Once again she saw the name of the caller, with the nickname dear to her husband. So, who is the person who is now talking to her and using her husband's mobile phone.

"Mom, hello, hello, did you hear me?" ask the person across pulling Mila from the daydream.

"Oh yes sir, sorry. Yes sir is right, I am his wife Mas Fathan," replied Mila nervously.

"Sorry Mom, I am from the police, with a heavy heart I say that my husband is currently in the hospital because of an accident" said the person who claimed to be a police officer.

"What's? You're not kidding, are you?" ask Mila.

Of course Mila was very anxious, but she also could not immediately trust strangers. The policeman breathed a long breath, then sent a photo containing images at the crash site and also a photo of Fathan when entering the ICU room.

She had already shed tears when she saw the image message sent by the police. Soon he got up and rushed to the hospital where Fathan was.

Mila is escorted by Rudi, a private driver who is in charge of driving Mila wherever she wants to go. During the trip, Mila's tears did not stop flowing down her cheeks. Mr. Rudi looked compassionately at his young lady.

"Non, who is patient, Non. Den Fathan is strong. I'm sure den Fathan will be fine," entertain Mr. Rudi on Mila at once on himself.

"Aamiin, hopefully sir," Mila said.

Once in the hospital parking lot, Mila immediately got down and ran towards the ICU room. In a state of panic, he forgot that he was now two-bodied.

"Non, be careful Non," cried Mr. Rudi when he saw the young lady running very fast. Soon he followed so that nothing unwanted happened.

"The patient's family on behalf of Mr Fathan?" ask doctor.

"Yes Doc, I'm his wife" replied Mila.

"Let's go, come with me" the doctor said as he stepped up. Mila followed the doctor into her room

"Look ma'am, the patient's condition is now critical. He lost a lot of blood and there was a blood clot in the patient's brain due to a fairly hard impact. We from the hospital ask for the willingness of the patient's family to approve the surgery we will do. This operation should be carried out as soon as possible. All decisions are in the hands of the patient's family. If you agree, please sign this file and take care of administration" explains the doctor at length.

"Do your best for my husband Doc" Mila said.

Mila grabs the pen and grabs the file that the doctor thrust on her. He signed his signature without hesitation.

"Would my husband be saved, Doc," asked Mila expectantly.

"We're just ordinary humans, ma'am, but we'll try our best to be able to. Just pray Mom, may there be a miracle given by God to your husband" replied the doctor.

Immediate surgery is performed. Mila was pacing in front of the operating room. She regrets her actions which were fatal to her husband. He should be more patient and not force his desire.

"Oh my God, please save my husband. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked Fathan to leave" muttered Mila Lirih. However, the murmur can still be caught heard by the person who is now in his arms.

"Oh, so this is all because of you. Das*r female bearer s*al!" Mila gasped in shock at the screams of the people behind her.

"Mama," sis Mila.

Mila just looked down, she didn't dare to fight her in-laws. He was used to hearing insults and insults directed at him. Mila feels guilty, but her in-laws should not accuse her of anything that is not against her. Now that she was grieving, her beloved husband was struggling alone in there.

"Heh, das*r t*li. You better get out of this place. It could be that my high blood relapses in close proximity to a female carrier s*al like you," said Fani.

"Ma, but Mila wants to be here, Ma. Mila wanted to wait until Fathan realized, Ma," said Mila memiba.

"Dare to fight you now huh?" furious Fani.

"Sorry Ma." Mila lowered her head not daring to meet with her in-laws.

Seeing Mila who was just flinching in her place, made Fani even more angry. Fani dragged Mila out. His anger overflows, he even forgets that Mila is pregnant with his granddaughter. To her, Mila is a female carrier of s*al for her family.

Mila staggered, her steps stumbling to compensate for the hasty footsteps of the in-laws. His stomach was cramping, but he could do anything other than obey the orders of the in-laws. Even along the way home, Fani unceasingly cursed at Mila.

The car stops at Fathan and Mila's yard. Once again Fani dragged the daughter-in-law into the house. He did not care about Mila who grimaced with pain.

"Hurry and pack your things!" exciting Fani.

"Ma-"

"I'm not your mama!" scream Fani wrath.

Fani reached into the cell phone inside her bag which rang. He moved away from Mila who was crying. Finished receiving a phone call, he rushed over to Mila who was still unmoved in her place.

"For you, my son is now dead!" shouted Fani.

"A-what Ma? Mama's not kidding, is she?" ask Mila to make sure.

"Hey, hurry up and pack your things. Remember that! Only your stuff. Don't bring or take anything in this house."

"Ma, Mila doesn't know where to go Ma. Especially in a moment Mila will give birth to Mama's grandchild" said Mila. He still hoped that his father-in-law would have mercy on him.

"That's your business. After all I'm not sure that the child you bear is my granddaughter. A poor man like you would have justified any means to ensnare my son and destroy all his property." Fani walked towards the closet. He took down all of Mila's clothes and threw them away.

"Hurry and pack your things. I'm not going to take a s*al-carrying woman like you" Fani growled.

Without many words, Mila picked up one by one her clothes that were now scattered on the floor. He picked up a suitcase in the corner of the room and put in all the clothes he had collected. Mila still could not believe that her husband had died. If it were true, she would have wanted to see her husband's body one last time before he actually left.

"Das*r!" Fani is very impatient. He dragged Mila after seeing Mila finished packing her things.

"Mrs, pity non Mila, Him." Bi Eli walked over to his master. Bi Eli was praying in the back, so he did not know that his young lady was the subject of the rampage.

"Silent you. Here you are just a maid. So, don't ever interfere or you I'll fire" Fani wrath.

Fani continues to drag Mila out the gate. He threw out his hand. He turned around to close the gate. He ignored the screams of his son-in-law out there.

"Aahhh, please." Mila's body slumped to the ground. He was holding his stomach which was painful. The red liquid is now flowing in between p*only.

Highlight the car lights from a distance dazzle the net. Mila raised her hand, hoping to get help. Slowly the car stopped right near him. The driver got down and approached him immediately.

"MILA," he cried hysterically as he saw Mila unconscious with blood flowing incessantly.