Love Frame For Sarmila
CHAPTER 85

"Mas," Mila still felt at home sticking spoiled in the room with her husband.

"Yes, baby," Danu's hand stroked Mila's hair removing the long strands until her ears were perfectly plastered.

"Can I have it?"

"Time and place please, dear. What do you want to do anyway? if it's about the children's program I want it a lot. Twelve if you can. Let's just give up the lightning gene." Mila laughed at her husband's words.

"That's good in you, riweh in me, after all we're not family capable. But as much as possible, Mas. I want just two. If I could be the first man. If God loves the first girl, it's okay, too, Mom,"

"Why do you want a boy first? most women want their first child. If God wants to love more than two, that's okay. Let's add a house rame."

"Yes, Mas. I don't have a problem either. But what I want to talk about is not this" Mila shifted her body from her husband's shoulder.

"Shearing cocks? don't have to move positions,"

"Wishnu said he refused chemotherapy, why did he refuse? yes it does not cost a little, but who knows with the BPJS or Askes have Danu mas or mine there will be relief,"

"Wisnu offers in Malacca. Very far, if you can in Bengkulu why you have to go abroad or out of town. I don't want to be far away from my wife" Danu flicked Mila's nose.

"Yes, you are not ordinary away from me. I will miss you too, Mom. But for the sake of your health, for my sake, you must seek treatment. Let me work or make some extra money" explained Mila. She had no problem if she banged her bones looking for additional costs for her husband's treatment.

"Nothing. Let me work, you stay home. It was my duty as the head of the household," Mila shone her sharp eyes on Danu. It seemed that her husband felt burdened by Mila's request as a side backbone. Feeling in the face, Danu pinched his wife's cheek.

"Oh, how sharp are your nails, Mom," Mila was in a bit of pain when Danu's fingernail tip hit her facial skin.

Danu just laughed amusedly at his wife's nagging.

"Eh, even laugh. Cleanliness is part of faith. And you even keep your nails kayak gini. Just take a nail clipper," Mila left the bed and opened the drawer.

After cutting Danu's nails, Mila tidied up her way of sitting. His eyes looked towards the wall clock. Time has shown at half past ten in the morning.

"Mas, I haven't cooked yet" Mila said as she patted her eel.

"No need to cook, the mother SMS said she wanted to come here. A daft? is there something strange here? how quiet is it, Lala where?"

"Lala's at Sarah's house in the lemonade cage. Since I entered the hospital, she has been there" explained Mila.

"There should be less,"

"Oh so if Lala doesn't exist so lack of spirit huh, Mas," Danu laughed at Mila's jealousy.

The man continued to pinch his wife's cheek.

"Not so, honey. He's my brother too. Like Sarah, like Vishnu and the children of the orphanage. They're all my family. There's nothing I choose to love or love too much,"

"But Lala used to say the same to me, that my husband is the benchmark for finding a partner later. That means he's been hoping for you, too,"

"It's not good suudzon, if you want .... What are you why?" Danu was confused to see Mila running out of the room. With a limp step he followed where the wife went.

Mila went into the bathroom. Somehow the stomach feels bad, is this the effect of stomach acid. Maybe so, he finally pulled out his stomach which was only water. Mila has not eaten anything.

Mila came out of the bathroom with a pale face. Danu asked his wife to sit at the dinner table. Take a glass of water. Danu also stomped his wife's shoulders with eucalyptus oil. Mila ran to the bathroom. Removing his stomach in the form of clear water.

"Don't you get pregnant, baby?" Mila looked at her husband. Looks like hope in Danu's face. Mila was afraid that she was pregnant but was a widow. Vishnu's words about the age of Danu make him reluctant to hope about pregnancy. Even if it was talking about the boy to the man, it was just chat material.

"No, Mas. When I dropped yesterday Lala thought I was pregnant. It's actually stomach acid" said Mila.

"Oh, who did you check yesterday?" ask Danu.

"Bidan Ratna, look at the house across the street," pointed Mila.

"Yes, you wait here," Danu walked out of the house.

Not long after Danu walked back without Ratna's midwife.

"Ada?" Danu shook her head.

"He's been going to work, since this morning," Danu said as he threw his body in the living room chair.

"Of course, Mas. I already told you. It's just the acid reflux effect,"

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A car entered the agreed road area, Sawah Lebar area, Bengkulu City. An area that is a densely populated settlement. The location is close to the famous private campus in Bengkulu. A middle-aged woman looked at the large street area. Next to him was a young man who kept looking at the direction of the street. Like feeling devaju with the atmosphere in the area.

The car stopped in front of a simple house. With a terrace full of plants. The middle-aged woman immediately went down while carrying a lot of luggage. The man who took the car down took out a wheelchair.

The middle-aged woman was Rubiah, the biological mother of Danu. Bia also wants to establish friendship as well as approach to her biological children. Even though he was rejected by Danu while in the hospital. Doesn't make him give up on showing his affection for Danu.

"Assalamualaikum," said Bia at the door of the house.

"Waalaikumsalam" answered the owner of the house.

The sound of the door opening followed the appearance of Mila in front of the door. Mila was about to greet Bia but the woman immediately called her Ando and Ammar. Mila was only fixated because her guest ignored her instead.

"Mas, there's Rubiah's mother" Mila said.

"Why is he here?" said Danu ketus.

"Mas, she's your mother, Lo, not so good,"

"But I'm still disappointed in them, dumping me into the parlor. They live on treasure whereas I just ..." Mila covered her husband's lips.

"I know, Mas. It's not easy to accept this. Receiving the man who gave birth to you, didn't he tell you that you were lost, not thrown out,"

To be able to forgive, we must first be able to understand that everyone is an ordinary human being who certainly will not escape the nature of forgetting and wrong. It is impossible to expect humans not to hurt or disappoint because indeed humans can not be separated from alpas and mistakes.

Sometimes it is hard for someone to do it. To be able to forgive others, one can even go through a long process. Not everyone can forgive someone else.

"Mas, I'd like to accept Rubiah's mother as your birth mother. Like you used to ask me to open the door to apologize to Dahlia's mother,"