Not the Perfect Wife

Not the Perfect Wife
272. S2 - Papa Hamdan is sick


Ivan and Rani fulfill Yasna's request for dinner at Emran's family home. The man could not possibly refuse an invitation from his superior-in-law. Aydin and Nayla joined in.


"Bak Rani really wants to quit her job?" ask Nayla.


"Yes, Non. Forgive me if during work, I made a mistake" said Rani.


"I'm also sorry, yes, Ma'am, if I ever did anything wrong."


"Yes, Non, same."


"Mother has a replacement for Mbak Rani?" ask Aydin.


"Not yet, still fawning. Mother does not want to rush. After all, Mother can still do homework. Some days, there's no gravestone either."


"I can help later. Nuri is also not fussy," said Nayla who is owned by Aydin.


"If you want, I have people's recommendations, Mom! The guy used to work in the next door neighbor, but because his employer went abroad so, he stopped working" Rani said.


"Is he a trustworthy person, Ran?"


"As long as I knew him, he was a good and trustworthy person. If you're not sure, Mom, you can test it."


"Do you have the number?"


"Have it, ma'am," answered Rani.


"Please tell him that if you want to work here, you can come, but I have to test for a month. If I like his work, I accept it. Otherwise, I'll have to lay it off."


"Yes, Mom, I'll tell her later. He would also be happy to be working with mom."


Yasna nodded at Rani's words. She also does not know the people around her residence, but she believes that what Rani recommends is a good person.


"Afrin didn't come here, Mother?" ask Nayla.


"So, Mommy, you've sent a message. He said Om Hamdan was sick. Afrin and her husband go there to look so, can't come here."


"What pain, honey?" ask Emran.


"I don't know yet, I told Afrin that when she reached her father-in-law's house, tell us how she was. Maybe we can see him later," replied Yasna, who was embraced by Emran.


The relationship between the two families is not so close. They met only a few times during the time the children were married. Unlike Aunt Rini's family, her aunt Nayla. Although rarely met, but communication remains smooth. Yasna and Rini are very close.


They continued to eat dinner occasionally talking and joking. Until without feeling all the dishes just run out.


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"We'll just go to the hospital, okay, Pa? Papa's body lemes like this," persuaded Khairi.


"Father is okay, later also healed. Papa is just tired again" replied Hamdan.


"Why didn't Papa ever say, anyway, that Papa was sick! I can get to gini!" exclamation Afrin.


"Ma ... Papa is no longer young, whatever Papa feels, Papa must say so that we are not all confused by the situation Papa," said Khairi.


"Eat him Khairi, you better stay here so, there's someone who can keep an eye on Papa as well. Papa you are stubborn if there is you must obey," said Mama Merry made Khairi speechless.


The man thought about his mother's words, did he have to follow her? Given how Papa Hamdan is today, but what about Afrin? He knew very well that his wife was not comfortable in this house. That woman can learn to adjust, right!


While Afrin also fell silent, pretending not to hear what her in-laws were saying. The woman had already left all the decisions to the husband. If Khairi asks her to stay here, she will come along. Even with all the risks that must be faced in the future.


"Don't force them, Ma. They also have the right to determine their lives" rebuked Hamdan.


"Mama just wants the best for Papa. If there's Khairi here, there's Papa's negur. Then Papa never heard Mama's words" said Mama Merry. He was glad there was a reason to prevent Khairi from staying at home.


"Yes, Papa will listen to Mama's words. It does not need to be discussed again, Papa is fine, later after taking the medicine will also be cured. You guys have dinner first, Papa's gonna take a break."


"Yes, Pa."


"Are you staying here tonight or coming home?" ask Hamdan.


"We stayed over, Pa," Khairi replied without asking for approval from his wife because she did not want to disappoint him.


"Good then, you take your wife to dinner first! Mama should eat too."


"Yes, Papa rest first."


Khairi took his mother and wife to dinner. All the dishes were arranged on the table neatly. The three of them enjoyed dinner quietly, without saying a single word. It was not Afrin's intention to be silent, it was just that he didn't know what to discuss. Somehow she felt stiff while at her in-laws' house.


After dinner Afrin went to the room to rest. While Khairi returned to her Papa's room for a while, she wanted to see if the man could rest well. He was very worried about his father.


"You should think about what Mama said earlier. Papa really needs your presence here. As a child, you know what to do. Mama will not force you if you do not want to stay here," said Mama Merry who actually cornered Khairi.


"I'll go to the room first, Ma. Maybe Afrin's waiting" said Khairi, who was taken by her mother.


Instead of going into his room, Khairi chose to go to the park. He wanted to calm his mind first. To be honest the man wanted to stay here and take care of his papa. Only the father he had. Although there was a mother, but Merry was not her real mama, only Papa Hamdan had the same blood.


Khairi couldn't possibly let her papa just get sick. He remembered all the memories of his company with his father. Everything is clear, how Papa Hamdan struggles so far. How the man took care of her from childhood to the present.


Maybe for now Khairi should put his wife's feelings aside. There's no harm in that anyway, is there, living together with the in-laws? The relationship between Afrin and Mama Merry is also good.


In Afrin's room waiting for her husband to sleep. However, until the clock points to the number eleven, Khairi is not yet visible. Her husband said he only wanted to see her for a moment. He felt that the man wanted to avoid him, for whatever reason.


Afrin doesn't matter if you have to live in this house. She would follow wherever her husband went, so the woman learned about the wife's obligations. As long as Khairi spoke to him well.


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