Test Loyalty
The Post-Surgical Caesar Agency

"Sok knows you, lah, Surti. Instead of telling, even a non-profit cult in front of me. Just make a stomach mule." Bu Aida grumbled angrily towards bi Surti as his hand that had begun to look wrinkled protruding towards the apem that was held at the table. That's how Ms. Aida, her style is pretentious nyosialita while her tongue taste still can not follow the fashion.

'Begini, nih, if ngingetin wewe gombel whose heart has begun to close the door of the direction will be very difficult to receive the light of truth. In fact, I said the cult of non-function of everything I had. Did not know him that this self is a babu who has often been invited to study by my former employer, 'inner bi Surti.

"It's hard to talk to you. Not connect. We are, right, not as level as yes, I am the upper class while you are the lower down again," said Bu Aida sneered towards the assistant of the household.

"Away there! Continue your work again. Later when it is finished make me rice oyek use side dish tempe orek pedes," he said to expel bi Surti from his presence.

"Goddessa ... Ma! From that cake so I do not have to sit down," said Bu Surti as he got up and sauntered like a model model of the model who was walking on the stage staging towards the kitchen.

"Basic OKB(the new rich) style like a celebrity, eating it still asks oyek. Eh, maybe the slang grandmother would like to reminisce to her own time of times, yes," muttered the stocky woman while giggling alone while covering her mouth with a palm of worry heard by her master.

Bi Surti's hands began to nimbly stroke and wipe the items located in a large closet placed in the family room. I occasionally heard a small kick coming from his mouth.

The dark-skinned woman is indeed familiar with the attitude and lifestyle that sometimes likes to slip even in front of people like Bu Aida though. Although sometimes his heart was a little afraid when he saw the true nature of his master was already revealed. Because it can turn out like a cruel witch in the world of storytelling.

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At about half-nine in the morning a nurse entered Dhena's room and asked Dhena to start learning to walk after almost two days she was already lying weakly on the sickbed. Because all this time he was only able to sit leaning it was still very painful in the former incision if he had to do too much movement activity.

Grateful Dhena was placed in a third-grade room where there were four beds that were all filled by obstetricians. Some want to do curettage, some are post-normal flow with two babies or twins. There are also those who are still girls because there are complaints in the womb. What to do surgery. Being with fellow patients was very helpful Dhena when she had to take care of her baby boy in such a weak condition. When the baby cries. So the other patient's family swiftly without being asked to hold baby Dhena and just help replace diapers and bedong when the baby is crying or wetting.

"Sir, now try to get out of bed first, yes, to learn the way. Later if it can be tomorrow afternoon it can go home," said the woman in a white-and-white uniform to Dhena.

Dhena also issued the sister's order. He began to sit down and began to lower his legs under the bed. But, when he tried to keep both feet on the ceramic floor, his feet felt unable to support his body weight especially when forced to start stepping feet. With a bent position because it is completely unable to stand upright and was swept and pulled by some Dhena people trying to walk.

"Mas, I am not strong, he said softly to the husband who was helping to break it.

"Jaudah, don't force it, Sus, pity my wife. Later even pinsan even become worse," said Hariz who could not bear to see his wife like forced to do something beyond her limitations.

Dhena was finally helped by her husband to get back on his bed. So that his condition can get better again.

In Dhena's heart like to cry when she realized the state of her body is so weak and powerless like a paralyzed person due to the effects of Cesar's surgery that he experienced two days ago.

However, this morning he had seen a mother whose age was far above him who looked new post-cesar even on his head was still attached to a green head covering that is usually worn for people who will performed surgery was learning to walk back and forth in front of the room room. Dhena saw it because the door of her room was always open and could see directly the activities of people who were in the next room whose doors were facing each other with the room that was now occupied by Dhena.

"Mas, Mom was like her cesarean, last time. Still ahead of me. Why can it look healthy and can already walk, huh? While I boro-boro can be used to walk upright like that. Just tried to set foot, not yet able," complained Dhena with a grim face.

"Propag ... Later also if it's time to be healthy, yes, will definitely be able to walk normally again." Hariz tried to strengthen and provide moral support to his wife. Because the thin-bearded man really understands if the wife is normal or Cesar's postpartum is in need of attention and support from the closest people because the hormones of postpartum mothers and nursing mothers are very vulnerable to feeling sad and quickly offended.

As Hariz's husband, as much as possible will keep his wife's feelings.

Therefore, he did not like last night Nelly even recklessly appeared and met his wife. Although with the arrival of Nelly he felt helped and helped because he did not have to think hard to make money to pay for all the care and medicines needed by his wife.

Nelly was very often always present when Hariz was hit by a disaster or in a state of being squeezed like that. And that could serve as a gap and a chance for Nelly to step into Hariz's life a little bit.

Because for Nelly, everything she wants must be achieved and obtained, not least in terms of being able to have the man she hopes for even if only limited to being Hariz's second wife. Moreover, he has a lot of material that can support him to be able to realize his dream. In addition, Nelly was also at that time strongly supported by her mother and Hariz's own mother, Bu Aida. Two middle-aged women who continue to try and force so that their children can mate.

"Hore .. later in the afternoon Mama can go home," cried Fathan when he saw his father began packing clothes and all the items to be taken home. The little boy pranced with excitement because he had been bored for almost three days accompanying his name in the hospital so that he could not play with friends his age.