WIFE TO MY HUSBAND
CHAPTER 57.

The Adel residence.

"Mom, Nisa's stomach hurts?" murmured Nisa while grimacing withstanding the pain in her surgical scar.

"You don't move very much first, Nis. It will run out in surgery, not dry so naturally if it is still painful. What matters is that it is starting to heal. You also do not do anything activity first, was Zidan also already ngabarin if your baby is safe now." Bu Sekar brought a cup of warm tea for Nisa and sat by her side.

"But Nisa doesn't feel satisfied that she hasn't seen Dede in person, ma'am." Nisa looked at Bu Sekar with misty eyes and after drinking the warm tea that Bu Sekar gave her until her stomach felt warm.

"Try later you video call Adel, so can be satisfied see your child.kemarin Zidan there buyin you hape new right? Who has eyes behind it?"

Nisa turned to her closet where she kept the phone that had not even been unsealed there, Nisa was afraid to wear expensive items, afraid of being damaged, he said.

"That's from Adel's mother, ma'am. Not Mas Zidan," he concluded.

Bu Sekar stroked Anisa's arm gently. "Please, after this I'm sure Zidan will also definitely treat you as much as he spoils Adel. Gradual, Nisa. None of this can be instant."

Nisa nodded in understanding, and went back to sipping her warm tea to the toilet.

"Mother is actually still ashamed of Zidan, I think I barely have any face to see him again yesterday."

Nisa frowning. "Why is that, Mom?"

"You forgot that you made a fuss in this house when you were newly married, I asked you to take a chance and ask for a lot of money from Zidan. Mother glare the same all the property they have, and feel that mother has a share also to enjoy this treasure which is clearly pure work Zidan. Hah, it feels that if you remember that you want to just disappear far away," kekeh Bu Sekar while shrinking the tears that arise in the corner of his old netra.

"Already, Mom. The past should not be remembered again, hopefully Mas Fatan has also forgotten all that. We started all over again, Mom. With a sincere intention to repay their kindness that has been good to us," said Nisa softly.

Ms. Sekar nodded with teary eyes. And finally they embraced warmly.

Dap

Dap

Dap

The sound of noisy footsteps broke the silence, Nisa took off her embrace and tightly held her mother's hand.

"What's that sound, Mom?" whispered Nisa with a frightened face.

Because the sound was so noisy as if there were many people running around while clustered.

Bu Sekar no less panicked, he was silent not flinching afraid that if he made a little sound then the strange sound would come to them.

"Mom, Nisa's afraid of Mom." Nisa hugged Bu Sekar and buried her face in the chest of the middle-aged woman who had raised him.

Nisa's tears dripped with fear, but Sekar was the same as they read the holy verses they memorized that if they could keep bad things from them.

"Mom, Nisa?" the voice startled them, Nisa rose from her mother's embrace and sharpened her hearing.

But nil, the strange sound that was previously like an army on the battlefield is now completely gone.

"Mom, Nisa? You guys aren't papa?" ask Zidan while walking closer.

Nisa flinched and only realized the circumstances when Zidan touched her head gently.

Zidan sat on the edge of the bed, and Bu Sekar came out while bringing back the finished tea glass. Give the couple a chance to talk.

"Mas, I just have a ballom answered you? Who's waiting for Dede in the hospital? What if Dede is kidnapped again, Mas? How come you're going home anyway?" nisa's worried.

But Zidan was silent and slowly his head began to look down.

Nisa who was starting to get scared felt her nape slightly goosebumps. Eve around was slowly becoming hotter even though the AC is still on even at a temperature that is not too cold.

"Mass? Why are you silent anyway? Are you tired, right? Want to sleep? Don't keep dong, Mas. Do you sleep sitting?" scowl Nisa again but she did not dare to touch her husband who currently looked different.

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Tlillilit .....

Tlillilitite

The sound of the house phone ringing sounds very loud, but the art that passes by doing its job is not at all turned or care about the sound.

Bu Sekar looked at them in wonder, but to ask somehow felt disinclined. All the art in the house was serious-faced and very rarely smiled or was seen chatting with others. He said all the art and workers in the house were chosen by Bu Sita when Zidan asked for his help to find a maid and gardener so that Adel did not get tired of working. But who would have thought that was the art model that he got.

Tlillilit ....

Again, the sound of a house phone ringing disperse the daydream of Bu Sekar he immediately tiptoed when stepping on the thick carpet carpet that was stretched under the sofa and took the phone that still continues to ring.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said Bu Sekar after sticking the phone in his ear. He learned from a movie he used to watch at a neighbor's house.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, Ma?" zidan's voice penetrated Bu Sekar's eardrum and merta nape Bu Sekar creeped like someone blew his neck.

"Zi-Zidan's? It's zidann?" exclaims Bu Sekar held back the cry.

"Yes, Mom. This is Zidan, look, ma'am. Just now Zidan dapet news that Adel fainted and was treated at the hospital where Dede baby was also treated. Now he's waiting for Alice. This is Zidan bring Alan home to Nisa's nemenin same mother at home ya." Zidan's voice rattled, occasionally the sound of the horn of another vehicle was heard slipping around him.

That's a sign that's true Zidan, even the voice of Alan who was ordering a box of martabak eggs and sweet martabak favorite Nisa was also heard.

"Mom, are you still there?" call Zidan again because he did not hear the voice of the answer from Bu Sekar.

"Zi-Zidan .. instead of ... Didn't you go home, and now you're in Nisa's room?" ask Bu Sekar to make sure even though he knows the answer.

Bu Sekar looked around, the atmosphere around which was originally cool became warm and slowly became hot and stuffy.

"Huh? In Nisa's same room? It's Zidan on the road, ma'am. Same Alan, just finished buying martabak for the same mother Nisa. Yes, Zidan hung up, Mom. It was deliberately called for mastiin mother has not slept so someone opens the door later. Zidan shut up, ma'am, we'll be there soon. Assalamu'alaikum."

Tut

The phone connection was cut off, Bu Sekar with wet eyes turned his body slowly to look towards Nisa's room.

"If that was the real Zidan, who was there?" Isak Bu Sekar was terrified.

A sinister grin greeted Bu Sekar's gaze in front of Nisa's bedroom door, the blood dripping from her long fangs making Bu Sekar instantly lose consciousness.

*Nb: if you ask why there is a horror scene\, because this is to fully explore what happened in the past of his father Zidan who was carried away to the present. So do not protest is not appropriate because all also need a logical explanation why it can get this way and so. Thank you for following this story*