Love Above the Wounds
The Mood of the Funeral Home

At Dicky's residence, the family came and stayed at Dicky's house, while Dicky closed his clinic and his patients were transferred to the hospital for further treatment.

Fitri also permission not to teach in the next few days, he was resigned if Mr. Jamal again reprimanded and fired him.

For now, her top priority is her husband and family.

He must always be by Dicky's side, a helper who continues to sustain and strengthen him.

Moreover, Fitri realized, currently only himself owned by Dicky, he already has no one in this world.

Since the death of Bu Anjani, Dicky turned quiet and somewhat shy, Fitri should be able to restore the spirit and motivation of her husband again Seperi first.

The group from Bu Nuri orphanage came, they also joined in saying condolences for the death of Bu Anjani.

"You have to show it in front of your sisters, if you're a strong man, son, you've always been their role model!" bu Nuri said as she arrived at Dicky's house that morning.

"Yes ma'am, always be my mother, the angel without wings that I have in this world!" reply Dicky while holding Bu Nuri's hand.

"Definitely, son, you're still Mom's child, let alone Mother taking care of you from the baby, Mother's affection for you remains the same as it used to be!" said Bu Nuri.

Bi Sumi helped Bu Eni cook a lot of dishes for the children of the home, there is also Mbok Jum, since Bu Anjani died, Mbok Jum immediately took the initiative to help the Dicky family, and the, now only Dicky is his master.

Anita also looks busy helping them, especially there are still many guests who arrive after the death of Bu Anjani.

"Si Donny where is Ta? How come you haven't seen her since??" asked Bu Eni who looks to be stirring vegetables in a large pot.

"Mom, at school!" answer Anita who can now speak and speak again.

"Duh how the prospective ghost, the prospective brother-in-law again grieved he was still teaching, fortunately you can now talk Ta, even though I have prepared money for your operating costs, but I have prepared money for your operating costs, thank God for being whole mom's money!" seloroh Bu Eni's.

"Mom, this is going to put the dining table now the side dish is ripe?" ask Bi Sumi.

"Yes Bi, just put it down! Pity they'll come from far away, must be hungry!" sahut Bu Eni's.

Mbok Jum appears to be cutting fruit, he does not talk much, the look on his face implies deep sadness.

However, Mbok Jum has served Bu Anjani for many years, even since Dicky was still in his mother's womb.

"Mbok, that's the house of the late Bu Sultan what's his fate? Everyone is here, not to his big house like that palace!" ask Bu Eni.

"The house is deserted Mom, there are only two security people who are on guard, every time I am in the house, my heart is sad, remember the late Madam, so I follow the young master here, just here, madam's mandate is that I take care of the young Master and serve him!" answer Mbok Jum.

"Duh, glad the handsome ghost so rich young master, all his mother's inheritance must fall into his hands, want to fall into the hands of who else, Dicky ...lucky you're handsome!" exclaim Bu Eni happy.

"Mother, don't be like that! We're still grieving right now, don't talk about inheritance or anything! Poor Fitri and her husband!" sergeant Anita who feels uncomfortable with her mother's babble.

"Already! You just cook Ta, count learning to be a housewife, let's be more dear to the future husband!" cetus Bu Eni's.

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After the group from the orphanage had lunch together, they then left home, because the day was past noon, let alone they had to travel quite far and exhausting.

Dicky's face looked tired and pale, In addition to lack of sleep and rest, there was a burden of the mind that continues to wrestle him.

"Drink Mas, said brown people can make the mind fresh, and relieve stress!" fitri.

"Thank you Fit!" Dicky sipped his drink bit by bit.

"Mas Dicky rest first yuk in the room, let me serve later if there are guests who come!" bring Fitri.

Dicky nodded his head, Fitri then took Dicky's hand to their room.

Dicky began to lay down his body on his bed, after a long time he continued to wake up without being able to close his eyes.

"Sleep baby, calm your mind, if you need me, you can call me, now I want to go down to see Alex, Dina invited him to play!" fitri said while peeping at her husband's forehead.

"Don't long Fit, I need a hug!" sahut Dicky's.

"Yes, I told you, Mr, if there is a guest please serve first, Mas Dicky has rest!" Fitri immediately covered her husband's body, then she immediately went out of her room.

From the front, Pak Karta came in search of Fitri.

"It turns out you're on top of Fit, there's a guest looking for your husband!" pak Karta.

"Who Sir?" ask Fitri.

"Where do you know, you don't know, you never see it!" karta pak sahut.

Fitri then walked towards the living room.

His eyes were round when he saw Mr. Dirja and his son Keyla were already sitting waiting in the living room.

Fitri recalled, Mr. Dirja is the family lawyer Bu Anjani. He took care of all kinds of letters and inheritance from the late Pak Rahmat Pradita.

Seeing the arrival of Fitri, Mr. Dirja and Keyla stood up and greeted Fitri.

"We mourn the passing of Ms Anjani, Oya, where is Doctor Dicky?" ask Mr. Dirja.

"Sorry sir, my husband has just taken a break, since the death of his mother he has not been able to close his eyes until now!' answer Fitri.

"Oh, I see, when there's something important that I'm going to tell you about Doctor Dicky, can you call him for a second?" ask Mr. Dirja.

"I'm sorry sir, I can't bear to wake my husband up, he just went to sleep, can't you just tell me!?" fitri hatch.

"Hei Fitri, what do you know about inheritance rights? Looks like your level hasn't arrived yet and we're worried that you don't understand what we're talking about!" connect Keyla.

"Well then, I'll wake my husband up!" fitri replied annoyed.

He immediately stood up and walked upstairs towards his room.

Seeing Dicky fall asleep, Fitri could not bear to wake her husband, then he lay next to Dicky following him to sleep.

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