Marrying Sister-in-law
Meatballs

Dara painstakingly takes care of her son, she does not come home as long as Ega is sick. Pras also accompanied her as long as she guarded Ega.

The lab results explained that Ega was only exposed to ordinary fever, and Dara felt very grateful to God.

The guilt in his heart made the woman reluctant to leave Ega even if just to go to the bathroom. Pras has repeatedly reminded him not to feel guilty, but still the feeling does not want to disappear. Seeing his son lying with an infusion hose in his hand, made his heart like it was pierced by thousands of needles. Sick, sad and feeling sorry.

If only she obeyed her husband's request to be at home looking after Ega, maybe this would not happen, the clear liquid escaped without being held back.

"Darling, don't you ever regret any of this anymore, the important thing is that Ega's okay and she's gonna get well soon."

"Remain remiss, I'm not a good mother, I'm ashamed, I'm a negligent mother."

"Mas doesn't blame you, baby, it's God's destiny. We make this as a warning, so we pay more attention to Ega." said Pras gently rubbed the virgin head.

"Now you eat yes, mas have bought food below" said Pras. He got up and took the food he had placed on the table.

Pras took it in front of his wife, "we eat yes, mas also have not eaten since then" said Pras.

Dara opened the food box that her husband was carrying, but suddenly she ran to the bathroom. Pras was surprised and closed the food back then he immediately followed the virgin in the bathroom.

Dara felt very nauseous, her stomach suddenly churned and forced out its contents.

"Why you?" Pras asked while kneeling the back of the virgin.

"Yes," the virgin refused Pras' hand

Pras washed him back on the sofa. "You're sick, let's go see a doctor."

"No mas, I'm fine. Maybe my stomach acid is crunchy." said dara

"You're sure, I'm afraid you're also sick from taking care of Ega, let's check out "Pres half forcefully.

"but"

Dara looked at Pras with a pleading gaze, Pras was forced to give in. "Well, this time you come, but if you get back nausea and vomiting, you'll take you to the doctor. I'm afraid something's happened to you."

Dara could only nod in agreement.

"Now you eat your food, here's your bribe." Pras took the food box and wanted to feed the virgin again close his mouth, the aroma of food that Pras brought really makes his stomach feel stirred and asked to be taken out.

"We went to the doctor" Pras said

"No need, I'm okay. My stomach is not good anymore, I want to eat something. I want it meatballs."

Pras was silent for a moment, don't you get pregnant? a speck of warmth spread into the recesses of his heart. But Pras quickly dispelled his conjecture, Pras did not dare to expect fear if later he would be disappointed.

"Mas, how come you're dumb?"

"Eh i.iya." answered Pras.

He immediately got up and walked out of the room, went downstairs and headed towards the canteen.

I'll make sure of it later, but it could be that I was wrong and he was just mag sick as he said.

Pras returned to the room with two packs of meatballs. Opening the door, he saw the virgin sitting reading the Koran. A smile filled her lips.

"Honey, this is the meatball, let's eat."

Pras opened the package and poured it in the bowl and brought it to the front of the virgin. Then they eat together.