Love Above the Wounds

Love Above the Wounds
Advice to Mrs Eni


Fitri was restless waiting for the return of her husband, it was 12 pm but Dicky had not come home too, Fitri began to be anxious.


He sees Dicky's cell phone lying on the table, apparently on the go without carrying a cell phone.


In his heart Fitri regretted, having asked Dicky to go buy Chicken satay.


If you know Dicky will come home this late, it's better for Fitri to resist his wishes.


Chequek!


The room door suddenly opened, Dicky coming in with wet clothes and hair, while carrying a pack of Fitri-ordered chicken satay.


"Nih Fit, fortunately there are still ten last skewers, you are lucky, now you eat, I have prepared the plate and spoon!" said Dicky while thrusting a satay pack with a full plate and spoon.


Fitri was flabbergasted to see Dicky's bony, bruised face.


"You why Mas?? Is that why your lips got to jontor??" ask Fitri worried.


Lost her taste for eating chicken satay, seeing the condition of her husband like that.


"Here you go, later the story goes, I want to take a shower first and change clothes, get all my clothes dirty because of the shucks!!" it was Dicky who went straight into the bathroom.


"The Shucks?? Why did he meet Mr. Donny, until the bonyok so again!" gumam Fitri's.


Soon after Dicky came out of the bathroom, and he started wearing his nightgown.


After he finished he immediately threw his body on his bed.


"Why haven't you eaten satay yet? Said he wanted?" dicky asked as he saw his chicken satay still neatly wrapped on the plate.


"Now I don't want to go anymore, let's tell me first, what really happened to you!" suhut Fitri who immediately took the drug in the medicine box to treat Dicky's bonyok face.


"When I was on the road, I met Anita at the bus stop, she said, waiting for a taxi, and then I hailed a ride, sorry for her, she said the prick has not been home since teaching!" obviously Dicky.


"Then??"


"After I got to the house, it turned out that the shucks had gone home and immediately punched me for misunderstanding, but take it easy, all the business with him is done!" continued Dicky.


"How is it done?!" ask Fitri.


"The misunderstanding is over, and hopefully the Shucks will not act anymore, I have advised him a lot, Fit, I beg you to talk to Mother from heart to heart, pity the Fit Shucks, please, she's getting depressed and down if you always think about her!" answer Dicky.


"Yes Mas, tomorrow morning I will talk to Mom, Mother is indeed the person she is, love the ceplos talk!" fitri said while applying the medicine on Dicky's lips and cheeks. Dicky grimaced with pain.


"Just talk slowly, don't let me be offended too, because this is a sensitive matter!" said Dicky.


"Yes Mas, but Mas Dicky also don't be too easy to give something to Mr. Donny, give him a chance to stand on his own feet!" sahut Fitri's.


"Yes Fit, actually I mean that I just want to help him, who would have thought this would be the result, he was so looked down on by Mother! If you know, I'll let him sell his apartment first!" dicky said.


"Here you go, Mas Dicky should just rest, he said tomorrow want a visit to the hospital!" Dicky.


"Yes, but in the first dong satenya, the time is far in the buy not in the eat, later Mas Dicky you will be sad!" said Dicky.


"Mas Dicky ate it too!" tawar Fitri's.


"Yes, but in a bribe!" sahut Dicky's.


"Hmm, you spoiled base!" cetus Fitri who immediately thrust his chicken satay into Dicky's mouth.


"Aw! Sick Fit!" dicky screams as the satay touches the wound on Dicky's lips.


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That morning Fitri woke up earlier than usual, she invited Bu Eni to chat in the side garden.


While Bi Sumi and Mbok Jum are busy making breakfast in the kitchen, usually Bu Eni also helps in the kitchen, but this morning, Fitri asked him not to help in the kitchen first, he said, because there are things that Fitri wants to talk to his mother.


"Actually what do you want to talk about Fit? Just tell me, don't beat around the bush!" ask Bu Eni.


"Look Mom, I only have one request for you!" sahut Fitri's.


"What request? Tumben you asked Mom for something!" ask Bu Eni in wonder.


"Look Mom, I beg you, stop comparing Mas Dicky to Mr. Donny, pity Anita and Donny if you always can't appreciate Mr. Donny's profession!" answer Fitri.


"What do you mean Fit?? What's Donny saying to you??" ask Bu Eni Ketus.


"She didn't say anything, but we can see from her attitude, you should be able to keep your words, don't be too taut and seem to corner her, pity Mom, moreover, their new household is as long as corn!" answer Fitri.


"Oh, so you blame Mom? Okay, from now on I don't care about you guys anymore, whatever you want to do, I mean just talk so tuh let the Donny realize, he's a man, he's a man, it was natural to be responsible for his family!" fierce Bu Eni.


"Mom, I don't mean that, I don't misunderstand, even though Mr. Donny is Mom's daughter-in-law too, sometimes give her compliments or awards, or at least not suppress her feelings, pity Anita Mom!" sergeant Dicky.


"You are the same! It's starting to set up Mom! Chimping here Mom hitchhikes! When I go back to the village, staying here is always blamed!" sulk Bu Eni.


"Who is even a mother who is offended, I mean not so Mom, argue, I'm so confused what else to say to Mother so that Mother understands!" fitri was frustrated.


"Already! I'm not considered here anymore, just talk a little bit about Donny, have a lot of comments, let alone Mother is angry with him, you guys are the same!" cetus Bu Eni stood up and walked away from Fitri.


"Mom! Wait Mom! I'm sorry if I misspoke, I don't mean so Mom!" call Fitri.


But Bu Eni did not budge, she continued walking towards her room.


"Am I wrong to say? Why is it that my mother is cranky??" muttered Fitri while scratching his head that was not itchy.


From the direction of the kitchen, Bi Sumi walked towards Fitri who was still standing in the garden.


"Mbak Fitri, kok Bu Eni tidied up his goods and clothes huh? Where is he going so early in the morning?" ask Bi Sumi.


"What?? Mommy want to go??" pekik Fitri's.


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