Love Frame For Sarmila
CHAPTER 98

There are those who do not have a partner, but are surrounded with many kind and sincere people.

Some have toxic partners, but he is surrounded by sincere good people.

And the

finally, someone has a good partner. There are many toxic people around.

Life is plus minus, we humans can only live it. Complaining is human, but giving up on something you can't reach is stupid.

Because it is covered in sustenance from 1 door, open from thousands of other doors.

Do not be pessimistic, even when there is no one, there is Allah SWT who always accompanies your steep steps.

The above word is just a kind of advice.

...**** ...

Sarah widened her eyes, a puddle that was once just below the knee is now rising close to the height of their spring bed. If only the phone was not left in the kitchen. Or maybe the phone is now swimming with a puddle of water.

Sarah's residence is housing on low land. If it is said that the elite do not, housing that can be said is still in the form of installments measuring 36. It has three bedrooms and one bathroom.

Recalling the whimper on her husband, for not wanting to interfere with in-laws. The attitude of Bu Melani who according to him is not as sweet as when they are not married. Even in her eyes, Ms. Melani was just like the in-laws she had seen on TV.

Sarah realized that her husband loved her very much. In the span of a few months of their household, Anjas always obeyed all his will. Including moving house. Anjas never got mad at him. Even harsh words have never been.

But that night Sarah had only the first time she had seen her husband so mad at her. Anger that may be a result of his attitude towards Lala. Really he just wanted to educate Lala, nothing more.

"Flood! the flood!" Sarah screamed in the room. I hope his screams get reinforcements.

"Sister Mila, help me," he said.

"Mother, Sarah's scared" Sarah could only curl up on the spring bed. Just come down she's scared.

While outside, some residents are busy with their waterlogged home affairs out of nowhere.

"Over the years we've lived here this is the first time we've been flooded. All this time never," said Retno's mother while saving her precious things.

"Mom, just bring the important files. If the goods are not necessary," reprimanded Juned sir to his wife.

"Sir, it's Anjas' house, it's deserted, yes. Those who have houses know that they are now flooded" said Ms Retno.

"Yes, the lights are off, Mom. The rain had stopped but the water was still flowing. Don't take care of people's houses. Our house needs to be taken care of" Juned said.

Ms. Retno could not go further. It is true that in a disaster there will be no time to help others. You yourself still need help.

"Sir Asep, check Anjas' house, if there's anyone. Who knows if there is only his wife, pity" said Ms Retno.

Mr. Asep had some people check on Anjas' house. A house that is in the ground. With a little stairs from the ground, while carrying a flashlight Mr. Asep finally arrived at the door of Anjas house.

"Assalamualaikum, mbak Sarah, Mas Anjas, are you inside," call Mr. Asep as Mr. RT at the complex.

"Sarah's mother, Mas Anjas," call the other residents.

"Maybe they're not home" another resident said.

They chose to leave Sarah's home. But their steps came to a halt when they heard screams from inside the room.

"Tolooooong!"

"That's Sarah's voice, like," guessed Asep.

"Yes, yeah. Let's just break the door!" some of the residents who joined Mr. Asep broke down the door of Sarah's house.

The high puddles of water made them a little difficult. Plus there is no lighting in the room.

"Sarah's sister is okay we're carrying," again Sarah nodded. He just resigned.

Tonight they should be running wild on the night of Ramadan. Even the disaster came in their housing complex, as a few years ago this complex was also almost flat with the ground, because of the devastating earthquake that hit the city of Bengkulu.

Sarah's already at the disaster post. Not many people were in that place. There are about 20 people who have been arrested. Everything was average middle-aged, only he himself was young.

The sight seemed to slap him. Those who are old still want to save themselves. Shoulders to save valuable things. As for him, just resigned without being able to do anything.

"Mom Sarah how's she doing?" ask one of the women in charge of checking health.

"My legs are cramping, they're going to stand up hard" Sarah lamented.

The young woman tried to check on Sarah's body.

"Mom Sarah seems to be okay. If her legs cramp is normal, the effect of the duration is immersed in the flood," said the woman who tagged "Siti Hadjar"

"Thank you, Bu,"

"Together Sarah's mother," Siti called her friend.

"Ratna, let's go where the kids are. In the next post,"

"Sister Ratna?" sapa Sarah recognized one of the health workers.

"Oh my God, Sarah do you live here?" Sarah nodded small.

"Where is your husband?" ask Ratna.

"Bang Anjas again at his parents' house, there are guests from far away he said,"

"So you're home alone, and Mila and the others are in the hospital" said midwife Ratna.

"Hospital? who's sick?"

"Lala, she was found unconscious in the tomb of Aminah's mother, sorry Sarah I went there first. Siti's midwife is waiting" said Ratna.

Sarah was silent to the story of Ratna. As she recalls, Lala was escorted by Rudi to stay at Melani's mother's house, why it ended up in her mother's grave. Question after question raged in his mind.

"They were busy with Lala, while I was here alone," Sarah said.

...*****...

"Sister Mila," Lala woke up in the third night.

Mila, who had begun to fall asleep, woke up to the call of nature. The woman moved from the mat where she rested. The sweet voice calling out his name was clear. Mila approached the bed where her sister was resting.

"Have you woken up?"

"Why am I here?" ask Lala.

"You fainted at mom's grave" explains Mila.

"Fainted?" Lala can't remember what happened.

"Well, what do you want to do, drink or eat?" tawar Mila's.

"Are you pregnant?" Lala rubbed her sister's stomach.

Mila nodded. Lala kissed Mila's stomach.

"Hello ponakan Bucik, well you're in there. Let it fit out later can play with Bucik. You're a good boy, just like your mother and your father" said Lala.