MANY WIVES

MANY WIVES
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Sri arrived in a room that read "intensive care unit" Widuri entered the room by giving a code for Sri to follow him.


With a roaring chest Sri stepped into the room filled with various medical devices, and there was only one patient in the room measuring 3x4 meters.


"Because the condition is not stable and is still in the period of obserfasi, so the Princess patient we have not input into the inpatient room."


Sri was only silent, her eyes focused on seeing the face of a woman who was lying weakly with her nose and hands attached to a hose, accelerated her footsteps, because of curiosity so great that she ignored the words of Widuri.


Sri's eyes glazed over after being right next to the patient, the face that had always been nearby was lying weakly with the head wrapped in bandages, although it looked pale, pale, and there are a lot of scars here and there that start to dry up, but they don't hurt her.


"Daughter, it turns out you're here,"


Sri grasped the hands of the Princess who felt cold, she still could not digest well what was really happening, she said, obviously during these three days he was with a healthy Princess with a clean face and cheerful doing various activities, but why did the body in front of him look the opposite, weak and covered with wounds.


"What exactly is going on? Wake up Put, please explain!"


Sri shook the hands of the Princess slowly.


"Sorry Ma'am, don't wake up first, the Princess' patient just woke up, so it must be a break."


"Is his condition okay? the wounds on his face, head and body seemed to be very serious?"


"It's not okay, but a lot of progress is going in a better direction, hopefully with the presence of Mbak here can speed up the healing process. My message, if later the patient Princess Conscious and do not recognize Mbak, please do not be forced to remember it, because it could be patal, let it flow the physical importance used to be healthy. Please ma'am accompany me, I still have control to another room."


"Okay Sus, thank you very much."


Sri still holds the hands of the Princess and looks at the face filled with the wound. He was very confident that Bang Sayid wanted the death of the Princess, so far he still thinks that Bang Sayid only plays women and used as a tool to make money, so far he still thinks that Bang Sayid only plays women and is used as a tool to make money, but it turns out he was also able to get rid of people who he thought were thorns from all his ambitions. But Sri also felt grateful that Bang Sayid's men could not find the whereabouts of the Princess, which was indeed a very far distance from the scene.


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"Mom, why cry?"


"It's okay Bah, it's soap opera makes Ambu sad Hi,"


Ambu tried to cover up his sadness, because he was worried about the health condition of Abah who had just been healthy from his heart disease.


"Makanya do not mostly watch sad soap operas, mending watch dangdutan so as to join joget he, please prepare coffee yes Mbu. Arya and Hesti still haven't come home from school?"


Sit on the dining table chair.


"The rich gini where there is a Bah dangdutan event. Not yet, he said there was tutoring, he went home in the afternoon. What about in the garden? are the fruits of the same vegetable ready for harvest?"


Go make coffee.


"In another week, Alhamdulillah everything thrives, Abah believes this month's harvest surely we can take Hesti with Arya for a walk."


Ambu is still trying to cover up his grief, by putting on a big smile while offering coffee orders Abah.


"What's wrong Mbu? just tell Abah the same story, no need to cover up."


Abah stared at Ambu who always avoided looking at him.


"That's why? did you seem to cover something up?"


Ambu speechless, his efforts to cover up the fact his son will marry again will certainly not succeed, because all this time he could not hide anything in front of her husband.


"Sayid Bah" his voice was almost inaudible.


"Sayid why?"


Drinking coffee.


"She, get married again,"


"Leave it,"


Keep enjoying the coffee.


"Well, not surprised? Sayid wants to get married again, but he didn't tell us."


"Do you know, all the citizens here, maybe even one country knows if Sayid wants to marry, then how should Abah? she didn't announce the wedding, meaning our presence wasn't expected, yeah."


"But Bah,"


"Sayid is not a child anymore Mbu, he has his own life, we have been wanting repeatedly, but still Sayid like that, we can do anything else but pray that he will always be happy and repent immediately."


"Mother was afraid, she followed in her parents' footsteps,"


"Yes Mbu, pray it's not like that. Come here and Abah eat."


"You tried to call sayid, but the number's off."


"That's a sign he doesn't want to be bothered with us, already don't keep thinking Sayid, we must always be healthy, kasian Arya and Hesti if we don't have who takes care of them."


Without answering any more, Ambu immediately accompanied Abah to lunch. Although many questions were opened, but seeing Abah who was calm as if not affected by the news of Sayid's fourth marriage made Ambu a little calm.


"O yes Mbu, please don't tell me Sayid is not our biological child anymore, it's not good if the violence of others, what else until our grandchildren, if horrified, can be chubby."


Ambu only answered with a nod, imagined again the incident twenty-eight years ago, where he found a boy in the arms of his mother who lay in front of the back door of the house Ambu.


Not yet had Ambu asked, the woman suddenly pulled the end of the skirt that Ambu was wearing, as if signaling for Ambu to approach her ears.


Though a little scared, Ambu complied.


"To-long watch over my son Sayi-d, lest his a-yah ta,,"


Not finished speaking, the mother suddenly drooped weakly, followed by the cry of the baby in her deck.


And since then Sayid treated with Abah and Ambu who happened to not have a baby despite the age of their marriage has run five years. While the body of the mother who was just identified after a week of his departure has been buried by local residents.


News of the death of the young mother named Lala, who had been killed by her own husband because of jealousy, filled all electronic media at that time, and the perpetrator until now still could not be found there, as if swallowed by the earth.


Although not his own flesh and blood, but Abah the same Ambu took care of Sayid with affection.