My husband is mentally ill
*Episode 42

But, of course Jesika was unable to stop her crying. He felt so fragile at this moment. To the extent that, there is no other way but to cry to build his heart that is now fragile.

"Shi please, don't cry. What makes you cry, Jesika?"

"Speed up the speed of the car, sir! I want to get home soon" Jona told the driver who was driving the car.

"Okay, young master."

The car runs fast. Shortly after, the car arrived in front of the magnificent Wijaya residence.

Jona just ran away regardless of calls or greetings from the workers who were serving. Because at this time, what Jonathan Wijaya had in mind was only his wife. He wanted to see his wife as soon as possible.

When Jona came into the house, she was talking to her mother who had just come out of the room.

"Jona. How come you're going home again? What the hell is it?"

"There's something important, Ma. I'm in a hurry now. Go upstairs first" Jona said as she walked with big steps.

The woman had no chance to speak anymore. Because Jona didn't stop one bit. This makes Sesilia who like to always want to know, so very curious about what is going on. He also chose to follow Jona's steps from behind.

Jona arrived at her room which was on the second floor. Without knocking on the door first, Jona immediately barged into the room. When the door opened, he could immediately see Jesi who was now immersing her face on the mattress with a position sitting on the floor.

Seeing the state of Jesi is very sad, Jona also felt his heart hurt. With a slow step, he approached Jesi. Then, he touched Jesi's shoulder gently.

"Jes." Js."

The soft voice instantly made Jesi lift her face quickly. With a feeling of shock, he lyrics the face of Jona who is now nearby.

"Joe. You .... " Jesi was unable to continue his words. Because all of a sudden, he had forgotten what he wanted to talk about when his eyes with Jona's eyes exchanged glances.

While Jona who did not want to see the sad face of the person she loved, immediately pulled Jesi into a hug. She hugged tightly the tiny body that had always been the best place when she was feeling restless.

"Why crying? Does anything hurt your heart so much, Je?"

"I'm crying because of something I can't explain. I ... don't talk about bad words like that, Jo. I beg you."

"I won't talk anymore. But please, don't cry anymore, Jesika. Your face will look so sad. You know that?" Jona spoke while stroking Jesi's hair.

'How can I leave this so soothing embrace, Lord? I really don't want to leave this guy. The man who has filled my whole heart perfectly, ' said Jesi inwardly as he closed his eyes tightly.

They let go of each other's fear in their hearts. While continuing to embrace, both of them enjoy the comfort of each other's hugs.

Meanwhile, in front of the room door was standing Mama Jona who was staring at Jesi with anger. That gaze did not change the gaze of a savage beast who was ready to pounce on its prey. And, one more step, the prey he will be caged, then he shreds until it is no longer shaped.

'Damn it! He could have fully mastered my son. I as a mother was not considered to exist by my son because of him. You insolent! I won't let any of this last much longer, ' said Sesilia while tightly grasping her hand.

The cecilia immediately left the room when Jona and Jesi let go of their embrace. Carrying a heart full of anger and hatred, she kept thinking about what she should do to rid Jesika of her son's life.

Tens of minutes passed after he arrived in his room by walking back and forth around his spacious room. Finally, he had a brilliant idea that he could run. Which may never fail in the least.

"Yes!"

"May ...!"

"Yes, Madam." Mama Jona's personal servant came in a hurry.

"There ... what's up, ma'am. Sorry, I had a little job earlier."

"What the hell is your job, huh!? Called instead of coming straight. But it keeps me waiting."

"Sorry, Madam. Me .... "

"Ah, already. You don't need to explain. I don't need an explanation anymore."

"Now, too, I'm asking you to invite Mila to come to this house. I want him to come and have dinner together tonight."

The personal servant looked a little confused. With a face filled with question marks, he looked at his employer.

"I mean, madam ... Mila ... Miss Jesi's sister, ma'am?"

The Caecilian immediately gave a sharp look towards Imah. "Who else? Mila which one else am I referring to, hm?"

"Ba-good, madam. I will do as the madam wishes."