THE MARRIAGE ENDS IN WOUNDS.
Morning Surprise.

Deerrrtt.

Intan's phone vibrates when he wants to sleep because the time is 11 pm. Intan took the object on the nightstand and looked at the number listed.

"Rony" he muttered with a smile on Intan's lips. "Rony call me? his monologue.

It turns out that during the meeting at the party Rony and Intan had met and then exchanged mobile numbers.

With a spirit of Intan raised him.

"Assalamualaikum" replied Intan with heart deg degan.

"Goddessalam..."

Mel, I'd like to tell you, your sister is hurt, hospitalized xxx," said Rony, without pause. It turned out that helped Abim was Rony.

Proks.

Intan's cellphone detached from her breath feels tight. However, Intan immediately recovered his consciousness, then walked quickly down the stairs.

Tok tok tok tok

Checklots.

"What's up Tan?" mama blinked her eyes, apparently she was asleep. Intan then tells what Rony said on the phone earlier.

"What?! brother accident? what accident was Tan?" my mother, her eyes wanted to cry.

Papa Wahid who was asleep quickly woke up rushed to the mother who was still standing in front of the door.

"Intan does not know, Ma" Intan then cried.

"Have you been calm, we immediately went to the hospital" papa actually did not lose the shock, but tried hard.

They were also prepared to wear clothes of the style, which is easy to reach including Intan she only wears pajamas and take a big instant hijab.

They left in the driver's drive, after asking Intan where the hospital was caring for Abim.

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It is one of the leading private hospitals. Rony looked alone. He was waiting for news of the doctor who was undergoing surgery to take a bullet in Abim's arm.

No no no no.

The footsteps headed towards him. Rony looked quickly.

"Sir Rector?" sapa Rony was surprised to find that the Rector of the university of one of the campuses where Rony taught.

"You, lecturer Rony?" papa asked back.

"Rubber, Sir"

"Sir Rony, how's my brother doing?" todong Intan's.

"Yes Ron how is my son?" papa forgot the main purpose of just a lot of stale bases with Rony.

While Mama Ina could barely talk all the way when the car was crying.

"I still don't know sir, Abim is in surgery" Rony replied.

"What happened, Ron? Abim what accident?" ask papa.

Rony told papa Wahid what happened. "At that moment I happened to be on that road, sir, seeing Abim being attacked, I was quick to help" Rony said.

They then sat in the waiting chair. Mama leaned on papa's shoulder.

Rony is still staring at the family of Mr. Wahit, one by one, he is still confused why it could be by chance Abim son of the Rector and more surprising why the attack Abim could happen he was passing.

Rony knew that if God wanted to, anything could happen. God helps his good people. Through the good people in the way He wills.

"Family Mr. Abhimanyu" the nurse called from the door,

"Get in, Mom" papa and mom followed the nurse and went into the doctor's room.

"How's my son doing, Doc?" this time my father asked.

"Alhamdulillah... Sir, the wound is not too serious.only at this time it is still unconscious." explained the doctor. "Thank God, your son was immediately taken to the hospital, and has been given first aid," added the doctor.

"Thank you doc" mom and dad were relieved.

Abim was then taken to the hospital room, tonight my mother stayed at the hospital, after knowing the state of Abim mama asked that papa and Intan rest at home. Abim's left arm was covered with bandages.

The next day Abim woke up, his hands were grim. He remembers what happened. Abim rolled his eyeballs the first time he saw was mama curled up on the sofa.

"Mama.." call her slow. Mama who only sleeps chicken soon wake up after hearing her favorite son. Walk quickly to see the condition of his son.

"Abim... Have you realized, son?" mama crouched on the side of the patient's bed, rubbing her forehead to the head.

"Abim thirsty Ma" he said, mama did not answer and took a bottle of mineral water beside the patient's bed.

"Who brought Abim here Ma?" ask Abim after drinking.

"Son Rony" replied Mama briefly.

"Rony, Intan Ma's theme?" abim asked immediately to remember when he was at the party.

"Mama has not been acquainted" mama did not have time to acquaintance, just heard papa's chat.

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At six o'clock in the morning Diah woke up from her sleep, her head ached, and she was nauseous. He forced himself to get out of bed.

After performing the ritual in the bathroom he had to clean up if he did work home work that he did not do because usually tired and sleepy.

He took a broom and reached under the bed with a lot of dust while Flashbach Abim.

"When you sweep it. The one under the clean sweep of Diah! it's not even garbage you put in it," Omel Abim.

Diah just realized, Abim told this, it turns out many benefits. "Abim.. I miss.." he muttered. He just thought maybe this is karma for himself was not doing the task of a wife. But now he doubles as a wife or husband.

If only he was still with her, although fierce would not be hungry as it is now. Remember hungry, he only ate the rice field that he bought yesterday afternoon, last night did not eat anything natural if now hungry.

Diah immediately finished his task then took a shower and wanted to leave immediately.

Before leaving Diah intended to buy rice first, he opened his wallet. 80 Thousand dollars should he be economical.

Diah was upset with Alfred he came to buy only electric pulses and mobile phone pulses. If you know it will be like this, he will surely drain the contents of his wallet to ludes.

"Pok, is the rice still there?" ask Diah, before leaving for work he intends absorption first. But the rice-man's nudge is surrounded by the mak-mak berdaster.

Mak-mak berdaster looked at everything. "Oh this! the human?! if the storm bothers the people around?!" ketus one of mak.

"There is a sambal, if so we just sambelin his mouth, let kapok!" sambar mak the other one.

Diah inched backwards, horrified to see their gazes as if wanting to swallow him alive.

"Pok, I'm not buying rice..." Diah also ngibrit go home take a bag to order an ojek and then leave.

Along the way, Diah remembered the look of her neighbor who was horrified.

The motorbike he was riding was running slowly because of the dense road creeping. Plus there's a red light.

Inadvertently Diah's eyes caught a familiar figure, walking casually in front of the elite area complex, only thick pockets of people who lived in the complex. He walked with the hijab-wearing woman, and a little boy walked in the middle of his arms. They wear full sportswear.

This morning Diah was surprised. The mad mak-mak attack has not gone away, it has now been startled by another problem.

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