THORNS IN MARRIAGE
CHAPTER 105 - DILEMMA

Waiting for the time of labor that is getting closer is getting me tense.

Although at the beginning I look enjoy, but it turns out the more here the hot pounding cold.

My pregnancy is entering its 35th week.

The last examination Obstetrician Specialist suggested I take a cesarean if the psychiatric doubt. Not refusing, but I wanted to feel a normal delivery first. After feeling the normal process is a bit difficult, then I will put myself on the operating table. Become the practice of surgeons.

Looks pretty good indeed. But it is said that giving birth to normal is much faster recovery than giving birth to Caesar.

I'm trying to calm down. My personal obstetrician installing the body will stand by if my time of delivery has arrived.

It's only week 35. Most likely a normal delivery will last about three more weeks.

As usual, I invited Mas Jonathan to take turns Mama walking around the housing.

This time Mama Tiur was accompanying because her husband was out of town for two days.

Mama Tiur always enthusiastically invite me to take a walk so that the birth process will be smooth without obstacles.

"Liana, at the end of that highway there's a spilled market! We go there yuk? Mama wants to eat ape cake'. For the day Mama had seen there are wagons mamang-mamang who trade the cake!"

"Kue ape'? Wow, that's Liana's favorite cake too, Ma! Come, come... Want Ma!"

We join hands walking down the sidewalk on the sidewalk. Stay a few more meters to get to the corner of the road that is crowded with people and vehicles because it is used as a spilled market.

Car, motor then. Mixed with dozens of people who also went back and forth across the road. All of that creates traffic jams and horn sounds here and there.

"Be careful, Liana!"

"Yes, Ma!"

We're getting hold of the hand. Even Mama Tiur flanked my arm so as not to fall far away.

How shocked we were when a tall, thin, unkempt woman pushed Mama to the point of almost falling into a ditch.

"Be careful with the bike!" hardik that woman on a biker.

It turned out that Mama Tiur almost got hit and hit by a motorbike if not pushed by the woman.

Mama Tiur was almost about to curse. But fortunately not yet had time to see the bike next to us also fell to the side of the road.

The woman was carrying a sack of rice filled with glass and plastic bottles of mineral water.

When I looked at the woman's face again,

Bianca??? Bianca??? Did ya???

I still vividly remember his blackened left cheek from my slap the other day.

"Bi-Bianca?"

The woman looked.

"Bianca?" Now Mama Tiur was shocked and called out even louder than my voice.

Oh Allah Gusti! Bianca lives under even tragic circumstances like this!

"You?"

He was embarrassed by his circumstances. Very different 180° Celsius from Bianca in the past.

He immediately pulled out his rice sack and walked in a hurry. Until he lost control and crossed without looking right-left.

Jedugg...

Bianca was struck by a passing car. We all scream in shock.

Automatically Me and Mama Tiur become the people responsible for the state of Bianca now including the owner of the vehicle that grazed him.

We had to go to the hospital where Bianca was treated.

Genta I'll call to come pick us up at the hospital.

After doctors at the ER Hospital checked for fainting Bianca, we were a little relieved. Because the situation is not too worrying. Just fainting and bruising on the knees, hands and forehead. But it is not severe even though doctors indicate Bianca actually suffered from a severe internal disease. That's why Bianca's thin body is clearly visible collarbone.

My mom and I looked confused. Can only look at each other. Waiting for Bianca to come to her senses or leave her alone in the hospital.

But again our weakness is not being able to see others suffer.

Bianca has also received a reply from Allah SWT.

It turns out Bianca has been out of prison and only served a sentence of one year.

Finally, Mama and I decided to wait for Bianca.

.............

"Maikadea..."

The 38-year-old woman opened her eyes.

"Aunty..."

The ripples in his eyeballs were puffed up and broke into a groan of heartbreaking-sounding cries.

He tried to reach Mama Tiur's fingers and sobbed directly with his head down in shame.

His arrogance in the past evaporated somewhere.

Seeing Bianca like that it feels like this heart is so heartless. Especially her cheeks that are slouching. It made me bear a heavy mistake.

Mama Tiur did not react. He speaks a thousand languages. I also don't know what to do but watch Bianca's cries and her worrying life story.

Life is not clear purpose. Their house was sold and the money was gone.

Though the house of the late Papa Bambang also fell into the hands of their families without compromising or involving me and Genta as the heirs of Mama.

My own husband did forbid me to interfere in the family affairs of Mama Farida's husband and could not take anything even if I included the rightful heir of Mama.

Sometimes property can be a disaster. Although it is a treasure to be our helper in times of distress.

Apparently, the proceeds of the sale of their house and the assets of their extended family were exhausted without the need to take care of Aunt Mirna and Bianca's daily living expenses after being released from the prison cell.

Accustomed to living luxurious and spoiled, making money that should be used longer it was only enough for a short time.

Bianca really became a bum. While Mama now he entrusted in the house of the foundation because of the shaken psychiatric condition.

Scary and tragic.

Such are the lives of those who choose to make communion with Satan. I will never be happy at the end.

Now a new problem arises in my new family.

Bianca pleads for Mama Tiur's help. He wanted to devote his life to working and serving Mama as a sinner. As she said in between her sobs.

I.., I don't know how to vent this feeling. Because I know, Mama Tiur is also in a dilemma.

Leaving Bianca just like that, it felt like we were becoming a strong person. Hhh...

And Mama Tiur could only speak a thousand languages. With his mind. Waiting for the approval of his two sons, Mas Jonathan and Jordan.

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