Love For My Three Twins
Eps 124s

After waiting a few days later, Arselo and Safira invited all of their children to move into their new home. Not to be missed too, Mrs Sita, Mr. Ardan, Arsela, Caca, Bu Resti and Mr. Bambang and Ni Eti drove them to the new house.

"Ni so, do you live with us here?" asked Safira expectantly.

Nini Eti looked at her three families, Bu Resti and Pak Bambang who understood the look in her eyes, immediately nodded and agreed to the wishes of the mother.

"Yes, Fira. Nini will stay here with you," Ni Eti replied as she gently rubbed Sapphira's arm.

"Yes ...! Nini stay with us ...!" the three children of Sapphira exclaimed with joy, they were very happy to hear it. Even Divya also clapped her hands while chattering cheerfully.

"Thank you, Ni. I'm happy to hear it" Safira said, holding Ni Eti's hand.

Bu Resti and Pak Bambang smiled, they already considered Safira like their own son. "Sorry if we trouble you, Fira. Given that I'm getting older, it might be more troublesome for you," said Bu Resti who felt bad for Safira and her new family.

Safira immediately shook her head quickly, she did not mind taking care of Ni Eti at all. Even he was very happy if Ni Eti deigned to stay with him. "It's okay, Mom. I don't mind that."

"Yes, Mom. Mother and Father do not have to worry about Nini here, we already consider Nini like our own family," replied Arselo who agreed to the speech of Safira, his wife.

Likewise with Mr. Ardan and Mrs Sita who do not mind the wishes of his son and daughter-in-law. "Yes, Mother. You don't have to worry about that" Mrs Sita told Bu Resti.

"Thank you, everybody. I am very relieved and grateful to have been met with people as good as you," said Bu Resti while looking haru at his mother.

After talking for a while, they continued with a lunch together, and at night there would be neighbors who came to hold a thanksgiving event at Safira and Arselo's new home.

They all enjoyed the lunch full of laughter and fun done by the children.

***

Three years later ...

I don't think time has passed, just so quickly. Somehow it has been a few days Arselo is not as usual, he is more comfortable to stay in his bed with Divya who is now four years old. As for the other brothers, they were already busy attending school.

"Darling, when do you want to sleep like that?" safira asked her husband while shaking his waist at the door.

"Sorry, sweetheart. Today I was very lethargic, my body felt not powered at all," replied Arselo as he re-hugged the bolster and asked Divya to grab a small piece of her hair, he felt comfortable as Divya did just that.

"Mama, Papah is sick. She had been vomiting in the bathroom" Divya told Safira when she saw her mother scolding her.

"Oh, huh? Did ya? Are you guys conspiring to prank me again?" safira asked in an upset tone, this is not the first time Arselo did.

"No, hon. My head really hurts at the moment," replied Arselo as he held his head and tried to sit on the bed.

This time Sapphira tried to believe in her husband, she stepped up and approached him. Safira tried to measure Arselo's body temperature with the back of his hand.

"Not hot," he murmured softly.

Before long, Arselo suddenly stood up from his seat and immediately ran towards the bathroom.

"Nrank .. huek ..."

Arselo regurgitated a clear liquid that tasted very bitter on the tongue, Safira worried and immediately approached him to help massage with the oil of the wind.

"Well, what are you sick of? Don't worry me like this ...!" said Safira by still massaging the shoulders of the husband.

Arselo shook his head weakly, nor did he know what was going on with his body. "I don't know either, Ma."

Divya continued to pay attention to both her parents who were walking with Arselo who was in Safira's bopong. "Ma, is Papa okay?"

"Right you said Dek, Papa's sick right now."

Divya followed Safira and sat on the bed with them. "Ma, Papa's sick what?"

Safira and Arselo lyrics their youngest daughter. "Mama doesn't know yet, baby. But, later we'll know if Aunty Sela has checked on Papa."

After Sapphira made sure Arselo was lying down properly, he immediately went down to make him a porridge and called Arsela.

"What are you doing, Fira? Is El not awake yet?" tanya Ni Eti who saw Safira was busy in the kitchen, even though all the food was already on the table. He knew that Arselo had not yet come down from his room.

"El's sick, Ni. He vomited from earlier, now I will make porridge for him" replied Safira who was still struggling with the pot.

"What pain?" ni Eti asked worriedly as she walked slowly towards Safira.

"Fira doesn't know, Ni. Later will be examined by Doctor Sela," replied Safira stopped his work first.

"Hmmm, hopefully he will recover soon again," Ni Eti's prayer was immediately echoed by Sapphira.

"Amine, Ni. Hopefully."

After the porridge was ripe, he immediately called Arsela and took her to the room and woke up Arselo who had fallen asleep again.

"Well, why do you sleep?" asked Sapphira who felt astonished because her husband could not be left alone and always just fell asleep.

"Hmmm, I'm so sleepy, baby. It felt like my eyes were very sticky and sore if they were open" Arselo replied without opening his eyes.

Safira just shook her head slowly, she did not understand what her husband was feeling right now. "Here you go, now you wake up. Here I bring you porridge."

After Arselo ate the porridge, Arsela and her parents came to visit their house.

"Mom, Papa, are you here too?" safira asked who saw the arrival of her father-in-law.

"Yes, we heard from Sela, she said El was sick. Is the pain severe?" ask Madam Sita worried.

"Fira keep not knowing, Ma. It's been three days El's been like this."

Madam sita nodded slowly. "Sela, better now check on your brother first." orders Mrs Sita Arsela.

"Yes, Ma" replied Arsela as she began to check on her brother.

Starting from the eyes, stomach, heart rate to body temperature, everything is normal.

"Ma, my brother is not sick," said Arsela after he finished checking Arselo's condition.

Everyone who was there was quite surprised and astonished, when he heard the words of Arsela who said that Arselo was not sick.

"What do you mean, Cell?" asked Mr. Ardan not to understand.

Arsela smiled meaningfully and looked at Safira. "It looks like my patient this time is actually Brother Fira, not Bang El."

"Me?"