You Relieve Me to Take Off
Ch40: Picking the Fruit

The trip home was spent on grumbling his mistakes.

Aidin who sat behind the wheel, occasionally glanced to the side.

“There's no point turning yourself on Bang!” said Aidin iba.

Realize the friend got a call from his young wife. The man kept beating.

“All of it is my fault ..maggnya relapse it because of my actions,” lirih Ali.

When remembered the phone from Wan Aina, who said that Meisya was currently fighting stomach pain. Many times he banged his head against the back of the chair.

“Din am I capable of living this life?”

The sentence that came out of his mouth, managed to make Aidin look at him.

Aidin fell silent, reluctant to ask, the reason. This is done to maintain the privacy of his best friend. Ali may not have been aware of his own words. Given a few months ago Ali, was reluctant to expose the problem. That's where he learned his lesson. To be more careful when asking about private matters.

“Toxic relationship .. maybe that's what happened these three months.” Ali turned his head at the door, staring at his weak friend. Need input.

But the master remained unmoved.

“I am aware full of the words that are coming out at the moment. So you can give your comments,” added Ali.

The man thought it might be Aidin. I don't want to turn this into a momentum. To pry and find out the problems of one's household, especially if someone is talking unconsciously.

“What will you do in the future?”

The first time he spoke up, Aidin chose the concept of asking. The goal is not to precede the interlocutor, because then he will know the wishes of Ali.

Seeing Ali shake his head weakly, Aidin let out a heavy sigh.

“Come to schedule to the psychiatrist how? Maybe with professional guidance, you can be aware, with a few things. Which may have never been thought of before ... or precisely ... ever terbesit but forgotten,” his proposal holds the steering wheel tightly, his gaze fixed on the jammed road.

“That's what I want .. roughly two more days can not yes...”

“Emm ...” Aidin seemed to think.

“Gini only, let me handle it. And asked the psychiatrist whose number I had sent. For the moment ...Focus is the same!”

Ali patted Aidin's shoulder in disbelief. Although I only know about six years. It turns out that Aidin has a pretty high empathy.

Finding a loose road Aidin immediately adds to the speed of his car, to get to the destination.

Twenty-three minutes on the way. Finally they arrived in front of the three-story house.

Ali went down, followed by Aidin from behind.

Ali climbed the stairs quickly. Aidin hesitated to follow his best friend. Remembering if he's nobody, plus his best friend's first wife. The one who guards his honor.

While above Ali directly broke into the room.

Wan Aina who sat to the left of the bed, stroking Meisya's back. Shocked when the door opens.

Although some time ago it was marahan, in fact the two women were better. All this was not separated from the advice of her husband. Several times Ali gathered the two together, to discuss the problem, about their quarrel. The fourth meeting was finally peaceful and they apologized to each other.

Ali was stunned to see his first wife rolled to the right, back again to the left while clutching her stomach tightly. Snarling with pain.

Seeing this, Ali ran closer.

“Your wife will be fine,” she said stroking Meisya's head. The woman looked up at her husband with teary eyes.

“Sick Bib!” meisya's screams clasped her husband's left hand tightly.

“Hold us to RS now.”

Ali was bowed in, given his current state. Can't do anything with one hand.

“You can still walk?” ask her with a sad look. Seeing his first wife shake her head and come back screaming in pain. He looks beaten.

While Wan Aina who was also there decided to shut up, and continued stroking Meisya's waist.

“I asked Aidin for help huh?” ali said to move from his seat.

But his steps came to a halt, when Meisya pulled his hand. Rejecting his idea.

Ali spoke again, “I know this is against the values you hold. But this is urgent.”

“Eng ..gak jang..an .. I ...mau agrhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

Ali rubbed his face rough, his mind dead-end. Make him ask questions. Which should not be asked.

It can be a boomerang.

“Aina why not just take it directly to RS?” Glancing towards Wan Aina.

“You blame me?” rebuttal Wan Aina was not out of thought with her husband's mind.

Seeing that Meisya who was in pain grew even more desperate.

“Mas just asked Aina,” growled Ali stood up from the bed.

Unconscious of the three men. There were a pair of ears that heard their quarrel. Realize that Aidin was standing in front of the entrance, not without reason. Before he decided to go up. First, he tried to weigh up his decision.

Is it true if he goes upstairs?

What if Ali needs his help.

Hearing fights and screams of pain. Aidin so understand the condition of his best friend who went wrong. Seeing that, he called someone.

“Halo where have you been? Long time, the cave swahin ..three minutes not here too. So your spinster,” cetusnya slow down his voice.

“Heh ..gua balikin his vow to lu .. before three minutes if the cave has arrived ..lu who is an old virgin,” said a woman on the phone.

“Don't say much, you where's Markonah?”

“Front home.”

Aidin turned off his phone. Before Dena reached the top floor, she knocked on Ali's door. Do not let Dena hear the ongoing dispute this time.

Hearing the door being knocked on Ali and Wan Aina turned her head. Staring at each other. Quickly Ali stepped her foot and opened the door.

How surprised he was, when he saw the figure of a woman in a white suit with a bag in her hand. He looked at Aidin, questioningly.

But the master only scratched his head.

It was true before finally deciding on the top. Aidin had called Dena, as his old school friend who now works as a doctor. Not without the reason he did it. If you think back to his friend's wife who is sick. Must be treated, but back again. It is also not possible for his best friend's wife to walk down the stairs in pain.

“Sorry, can I check the condition of his wife Mas?” asked Dena astonished, saw the spirit of Ali who did not immediately let him enter.

“Ah .. yes-iya Mbak please,” he said realized.

After Dena went inside, Ali immediately closed the door. And sit on the stairs one step above Aidin.

“One more time thanks? I didn't think to contact the doctor here.”

“It's natural, people if emotions rarely think clearly,” the answer is looking at the screen of his phone.

Hearing that, Ali was embarrassed. Remembering the mistake he just made. But his curiosity for Aidin was more dominant.

“What made you decide to call a doctor? I have not sent?” Ali glanced at his best friend in wonder.

Aidin took a breath, before answering. “Simple, see Brother's wife's clothes and current circumstances..”.

Ali again patted Aidin's shoulder, thank you.

“What did you plant that time. Maybe it's time to pick the fruit at this time,” he said with lips pulled up.

...***

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Still vividly remembered in the mind of Aidin, long ago when he was still a taxi driver. A man got out of the car and asked.

At that time he was leaning beside the car.

“The car why bro, strike?”

“Fuel-out Bang!”

“Oh .. so ..ya already this way do not worry... The food wait here. Let me find nearest SPBU.”

“Nuwun Bang?” he said, cupping both his hands.

Ali who was then more or less just 30 years old nodded his thumb. And passed. It didn't take long, Ali came back with a fuel jerrycan and a funnel.

“Omong-by the way how long has it been a taxi driver?” tanya Ali poured fuel into the car tank.

“New Mas, while waiting for diploma out. Because of stump..”

“Now?” Dahi Ali wrinkled.

“No way to pay off Mas!”

“Oh ...what majored?”

“Mas Economy!” answer's lethargic.

“How can I lend money. Don't waste your diploma to find a job. Later I can recommend you to my office..”.

“True Mas? Do you have an office?” The 24-year-old was very enthusiastic. Heard an offer from someone he just met. Even though he doesn't know his name.

“Hem .. I mean, the office I work in now. Coincidentally I know the owner of his company,” respond Ali low.

That is what Aidin always remembers. Aidin was a nobody. But the hand of God, has made Ali as a result of his success.

Ketitik olo ketoro. Don't be surprised if there are good people who reap a favor.

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TBC...