Love Above the Wounds

Love Above the Wounds
Borrow Money


Fitri was surprised to see who was waiting for him in the living room, someone she had never expected before.


"Mom Romlah??" tanya Fitri was surprised.


"Good day Bu Fitri, sorry Mom, I had to come here, I need money Mom, make business capital, now in the rice field village has been made housing, many farmers are unemployed, and many people are unemployed, I'm confused Mom!" say Miss Romlah without saying stale.


"Where does Miss Romlah know our house?" ask Fitri.


"So I asked the school, Mom, then I told you this address, listen to the Doctor's accident, I'm sorry ma'am!" answer Miss Romlah.


Dara who just came out of the room immediately ran to hug Miss Romlah.


"Sme!" call Dara.


"Become? This is Dara's Mom's son, right? How did it turn out this way? You're like a rich kid, his clothes are nice, his hair smells good!" exclaimed Miss Romlah amazed.


"They are here in good care, ma'am, so Miss Romlah don't worry!" fitri.


"Yes, I'm calm then, so how's Bu Fitri? Can Bu Fitri help me? I need capital to open a meatball stall, not much really, 50 million only, later I pay it!" said Ms. Romlah.


"Hmm, sorry Miss Romlah, if for that matter, I have to ask my husband first, because 50 million is not a little money!" fitri.


"I see your house is good, spacious, surely the money is also a lot of dong, my time only borrowed 50 million is so heavy?" ask Miss Romlah.


"Some time, Mom, I asked Mas Dicky!" Fitri then went to her room.


Dicky is seen sitting on the edge of his bed, apparently he has woken up from his sleep.


"Who's coming Fit?" ask Dicky.


"That's it, Miss Romlah, Dara's mom!" answer Fitri.


"Mom Romlah? Is he going to take Dara back?" ask Dicky.


"Not Mas, he came here to borrow money, he said he made business capital, he borrowed 50 million, how did Mas? I'm confused to face him!" answer Fitri.


"The money I gave you at that time is over? So fast .." murmured Dicky.


"Either Mas, now he's still down waiting for our decision!" fitri.


"Take me there Fit, I need to talk to him!" Dicky.


Fitri then helps Dicky to get into his wheelchair. Then push him into the living room.


Mom is still waiting there.


"Good day, Miss Romlah, listen to open a business, if possible, Miss Romlah write on paper, anything that needs to be purchased, let me buy the goods directly through online, if I can, so Miss Romlah can immediately open a business!" Dicky.


"Does the doctor not believe it?" ask Miss Romlah.


"Don't believe Mom, she said Ms. Romlah want to open a meatball stall, just write what is needed, it's even delicious Mom!" sahut Dicky's.


"Have his first love sir! I just bought you something!" tawar Bu Romlah's.


"Sorry Mom, I don't want love, but mentally we have to be right Mom, if indeed Miss Romlah wants to open a meatball stall, but, I'll give it directly by preparing the goods and materials needed, same is Mom!" obviously Dicky.


"Already Sir! I won't borrow money if that's the way it is, excuse me, good afternoon!" Mom stood up and stepped out of the house.


Dicky and Fitri looked at each other.


"Father! Where are you going?" ask Dara who saw her Mom just leave.


"By playing in the room first yes, or do the PR! My mom is okay!" said Fitri while rubbing Dara's hair.


Dara nodded her head while walking towards her room.


"Look, Mom Romlah, I'm not sure if he really came home!" Dicky.


"I also did not think Mas, he said he wanted to open a business, but did not want to buy goods!" timpal Fitri's.


"We have to be more careful Fit, it could be that he can use us to make a profit!" Dicky.


Dicky's eyes point to Fitri's stomach, which now looks bulging.


Then slowly his hand rubbed Fitri's stomach, there are subtle movements in his feel.


"You're fine over there yeah deck!" whispered Dicky while kissing Fitri's stomach.


"Said Doctor Mia, this birth was most likely through Caesarean section, even though I really wanted to feel a normal birth!" fitri.


"How many months is my baby born?" ask Dicky.


"About three months of mas!" reply. Fitris.


"Hmm, it hasn't been two years with the first one, but if conditions permit, you could have given birth to a normal Fit!" Dicky.


"Where can you be sure?" ask Fitri.


"You forgot that your husband is a doctor?" Dicky pinched Fitri's cheek.


"But you are Doctor Mas!" fitri hatch.


"But I've also learned about content, you take it easy Fit, I'll keep monitoring you, trust me!" said Dicky.


Fitri smiled as she nodded her head.


Mrs Eni then appeared from the kitchen.


"Sorry Fitri, I accidentally stole your conversation with the guest, she was Dara's mother huh? Be careful Fit, you can be used, especially the Dara with you!" said Bu Eni.


"Yes Mom, just relax!" sahut Fitri's.


"Yes, you guys rest again, handsome ghost, Mom just made green bean porridge, you want me to get it?" tawar Bu Eni's.


"Thank you Mom, ma'am!" answer Dicky.


"Lho, I wasn't offered by Mom?" fitri protest.


"You eat a bowl together! It's more romantic!" cetus Bu Eni while moving towards the kitchen.


Fitri and Dicky laughed and looked at each other.


"I'm sorry, Mom!" fitri.


"It's Fit, just be grateful that we still have parents, however he is, Ah .. I miss Miss Bu Nuri!" dicky Mumbles.


"Mr Nuri? Home mom?" ask Fitri.


"Yes Fit, Miss Nuri, the wingless angel God has prepared for me!" answer Dicky.


"Some time before the birth, we can visit him Mas, he must be happy, especially soon Mas Dicky I will have a baby!" fitri.


Drrt ... Drrt ... Drrt


Dicky's phone vibrated, on the screen there was a picture of Dimas, Dicky immediately rubbed the screen of his phone.


"Hello Dim!! You're interrupting the moment I'm alone with my wife! It sucks!" dicky murmur.


"Sorry Bro! When are you in control of the hospital again, about that leg of yours?" ask Dimas.


"Maybe tomorrow Dim! Why?"


"I got a cctv about your car, bro! Tomorrow you can see it!" dimas.


"What?? So is it true that someone intentionally harmed me Dim??" ask Dicky.


"You don't worry, tomorrow you'll see for yourself!" answer Dimas before turning off his phone.


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