Test Loyalty
Spill Oil Spill

"I beg you, Mom. Help me to be a good husband to Dhena and a wise father to both my children." Hariz then clasped his mother's fingers and placed them on her chest.

Bu Aida turned her gaze the other way with a pushy look.

"To be a good husband for your wife and be a bad son to your own biological mother? That's what you're expecting, Hariz?" Ms. Aida pulled her wrist from her child's grasp.

"Bus ... I mean it's not like that. Do not make me a child who is disobedient with Mother" said Hariz memelas.

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Morning's approaching. Before I could hear the dawn of Azan Dhena was already struggling in the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Currently she makes fried bananas for her husband's coffee friend. The woman started making the dough and was about to pour the oil on the pan. Just now he grabbed and lifted a plastic bottle that is now in Dhena's grasp was slipped and then fell on the kitchen floor.

A split second Dhena gasped. His head turned in all directions making sure no one was approaching the kitchen. He walked on his tiptoes to the side yard to pick up a mopping tool to clean up the oil that was inundating the kitchen floor.

While Ms. Aida who intends to boil water for her makes tea walk casually towards the kitchen. Just a few of his feet were about to approach the stove his feet touched the puddle of oil on the floor which caused him to slip and slam violently.

Ms. Aida screamed hysterically to the surprise of everyone inside the house. His head hit the ceramic tip of the washtapel place to drain fresh red blood from the forehead side.

Dhena who was still standing in the kitchen doorway was stunned. His body instantly trembled with widened eyeballs. His heartbeat raced faster when he found his mother-in-law drooping weakly on the kitchen floor with blood continuing to flow profusely from the side of his forehead.

"Bus ... Mom, why not?" Dhena ran after the in-law with the mopping tool still in hand.

"Dhena, you intentionally, right, want to harm me?" hiss Bu Aida glanced cynically at Dhena.

Dhena immediately grabbed the body of Bu Aida trying to help and help him to be able to wake up, although it felt heavy Dhena continued to strengthen herself so that Bu Aida could be lifted.

"Sorry ma'am, I was about to pour some oil into the frying pan. But, accidentally the bottle fell down. I didn't think Mom was going to the kitchen." Dhena explained.

Hariz, who had just returned from the mosque, was surprised to hear a commotion from behind. Urged in curiosity, his long legs hurriedly stepped towards the kitchen to ascertain what had happened there.

Hariz's body stiffened when he saw his mother lying on the kitchen floor covered in fresh blood. While Dhena who had been about to provide help was only able to sit down limp without being able to do anything. His body drowned like powerless watching the state of Bu Aida like that.

After a few minutes of gluing. Hariz ran towards the two women and exclaimed, "Mother why!?"

"Dary ... Hurry up, Mom, son, Mom's head hurts like this." Ms. Aida whimpers.

Dhena continued to wipe all the oil that was still seen pooling in some parts of the floor. After somewhat drying he began mopping it using liquid wipol hope slippery on the floor caused by oil quickly disappear because of the worry could harm others.

After cleaning everything. Dhena poured warm water into a medium-sized basin with a handkerchief to compress and clean the blood on the forehead of her mother-in-law. His intention to make food was delayed.

Her footsteps led to Aida's room with both hands holding onto a plastic basin. Just now part of his body was poking out from the door. Ms. Aida chased him away by shouting hysterically not allowing Dhena to enter her room.

"Go you, Dhena. Don't be so good in front of me!" hardik Bu Aida from the direction in the room.

The basin of warm water in Dhena's grasp almost fell if not held firmly by Dhena. There was a sigh of heart-wrenching pain when she heard the voice of her mother-in-law just now who had the heart to cast her out blatantly in front of her own husband.

Hariz then stood beside his mother's bed and walked slowly to the wife who was still glued to her with eyelids that began to condense.

"Here, let Mas try to clean Mom's wound. You go to the children's room there, "the word of Hariz says softly.

Dhena nodded her head slowly. Then turn the body away from the door of the room of the mother-in-law who seemed to increasingly become his hatred for his daughter-in-law. Dhena was just sorry for herself. Why is he always faced with a situation that seems to deliberately corner him.

In fact, as strong and as much as possible Dhena keeps things from happening like that. Which could corroborate his presence in that house. But, it turns out everything is beyond belief. Because all events often occur beyond the predictions of every human being.

Only Dhena's own heart and God know what Dhena's mind is right now. Because in his mind it never crossed to harm Bu Aida, his own mother-in-law. As Hariz's mother had accused Dhena just now.

Aware he had not had time to perform the dawn prayer. Then Dhena walked towards the bathroom to fetch some ablution water.

In his long prostration he pitted all his heart that was so roaring to the Almighty.

Wish she was always given patience and strength whenever faced with people who never liked her like her own mother-in-law. Dhena made the do'a so that Bu Aida would open her heart to accept it and be able to think of her as her own child. Because Dhena is very sure if the Supreme Regent has the will of course everything will happen. For only Allah is capable of turning the heart of every servant.

"Mama, why is Mama crying?" The question from Fathan surprised Dhena who was still wrapped in mucus.

"Yes sad mom, because it's often scolded by Grandma like yesterday?" then follow his son later.

Dhena shook her head slowly towards her eldest son.

"No, Honey. Grandma never got angry Mama, really, Grandma yesterday just nasihatin Mama only. Because Grandma loves Mama as much as Grandma is unfortunately the same Fathan, same Adek Reza, same Dad." Dhena tried to give her understanding while gently stroking her eldest son's hair.