My Mother-in-law's Bad Prejudice
chapter 32

"r- raniaa's.. Rania.." Turns out my husband is dead and the first person he's looking for is me.

after the prayer jam I immediately approached her.A smile that she never gave to other women seemed to decorate her face when she saw me who was now sitting next to her.

"dad you want a drink ??" bargain me to him which he answered with a nod of his head. After giving him a drink I want to clean his body with a towel wet with warm water.

"already Bun.. kayak a small child just pack on the lap everything. later the father can go to the bathroom himself to clean the body. kasian ibun must be tired.."

"don't ngeyel yah. nih, it's finished. mother is not tired kok. sorry is mother ya yah.." I hug her body which is still frail.he also returned my embrace.

"hmmmm.. sorry for what Bun ?? mom has nothing wrong"

"because it protects my mother so I have to be here now.."

"this has indeed become the duty of Bun's father, a thousand times even father feels pain like this father will accept Bun. if with this pain that makes mother not hate father.."

my tears back can not be contained, I am very sorry for my actions. I should not be bad to him for the actions of his mother.

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today my husband has been allowed to go home. 6 days he was treated in the hospital every time he met a nurse or doctor he always expressed his intention to be treated at home only. like me, he always expressed his intention to be treated at home, he was also very worried about leaving Khaira long ago away from us. surely he was very fussy. because this was the first time he separated from us.

when I got home, I carried him to the sofa so he could sit there.

"yes, wait a minute here well. ibun want to take Khaira first in the neighboring house" he just nodded his head. while we were in Khaira hospital I left it to Ms Sri next door neighbor of our house.

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today my husband's control schedule to make sure that he has really improved.thankfully there is nothing more to worry about from the former stab of his mother's knife lodged in his left chest. we similarly thanked him when he heard the doctor's explanation and passed away after in our sense of affairs in the hospital was done.

on the way home at the red light we had to wait for the green light to continue the journey, but something disrupted my vision.

"well, that's not a bang kobar ??" I pointed to the motorbike beside the car I was driving now, and my husband turned to look at my index finger.

"iya Bun. it's a bang kobar, but why do they dance like that ?" my husband asked me something that actually came to my mind.

"why don't they're the same guy" I said so he doesn't think bad like me.

"yes it is precisely that makes this scene feel strange.same as a man kok boncengannya while hugging tightly.don't-don't.." my husband no longer continuous. maybe he was afraid of saying the wrong thing.

"don't-don't what is it ?? already ahh . do not think of the distance so well. maybe the bonceng is not used to riding a motorcycle so he is afraid of ration.. can make if the man is a customer of his online ojek bang kobar ??" I tried to give my husband a positive injection so he wouldn't think of anything strange because he was just recovering.

I opened the windshield next to me.

"huh.. k-you... ??"