AMARA
Chapter 68 Amar Sick

When I was busy chatting with my mother-in-law, arrived just mas amar home. I don't know what made him come home so soon, because he was just a few hours away, but he's back.

But why is his face so pale? In fact he looked lethargic and a lot of sweat splashed on his forehead.

"Mas. Why are you coming home again? Are you sick?" I said I was worried about him.

"No. I just want to rest." The answer is weak.

I didn't believe him, I stepped over to him and felt Amar's forehead. Jeez his body is very hot, since when did he have a fever like this?

"But we entered the room. You just rest in the room." I said bring him in, but he refused according to him he could go alone.

"Not to be so attentive. I can go alone." But just one step, he's already taken.

"That's mas. Don't be so smart, let me help you." Which he finally complied and wanted me to take him into the room. Gini is hard, you big baby but prestige.

When I arrived in the room, I laid him down. I started to open the shoes and the others, Amar mas if diem look handsome too. But why should we get married this way? But even so, I will try to accept you wholeheartedly. I remember my father's message.

"You whatever the condition of the husband/wife. He remains our life partner, who will continue to be beside us, who will take care of us when sick. Who will accompany us until death to pick us up." That's what dad said.

So I tried to try to accept the Amar mas wholeheartedly. Even if he's like a twelve-door refrigerator.

I started compressing her, and gave her paracetamol to make her heat drop. When I was compressing I was shocked to see papa and mamy-in-law apparently they were already in the doorway, watching my activities at that time.

"God. Dad, mamy. Since when have you been there? Why don't you just go in?" However, instead of answering mamy instead talk to papa.

"Look at the reward. Apparently your choice to marry her with mas andi's son is not wrong. He's so painstaking in taking care of our son."

"You're right my. What I said, I wouldn't choose wrong. You are the one."

"Yes yes, I'm wrong."

I don't understand what they're talking about, but they're definitely talking about my household. Indeed from the beginning mas amar did not allow anyone cute to interfere with our lives. Even my parents were banned from visiting me, ever since I married him I stopped teaching. Mas Amar said, my salary one month he can pay as long as I stay at home.

Actually it is not a matter of money, it's just that I feel bored if I do not do any activities, at home there are already many helpers. Even preparing breakfast was forbidden.

"Son. Since when do you have a fever like this? Mamy call the doctor, son."

"That-it doesn't matter to me, I'm fine."

"Darling you forgot."

"Forgot what?"

"Our child's doctor is now in sight." I turned to the right and to the left looking for the figure that papa was talking about. But, baby, I found no one.

"Ahl. I'm sorry I forgot, then let's go out and let our daughter-in-law take care of your stubborn son."

"He's your son too. And that stubbornness is coming with you."

"Mamiy, papa. You'd better get out, your debate just adds to my headache."

Suddenly we all turned to look at Amar, again the pain was still fierce. But they just laughed and walked out. It's just me and Amar.

I went back to take care of it, in the afternoon, I changed my clothes and gave him food, then took medicine. I hope he gets well soon.

The next day...

When dawn came, I checked the state of Mas Amar. It turned out that he was no longer hot, and even his face was not as pale as before.

When I went into the room, it turned out that Amar was sitting leaning on the bed. Thank God he was able to wake up, and look fitter.

"Mas. Breakfast first." Say it while putting the porridge on the table.

"Who told you to make breakfast? I didn't have to say." Her words were fierce.

"Nobody told me, just I can see you're lemes haven't eaten, let's eat after that take medicine."

He kept quiet without saying another word, I decided to go into my room. And lay there, because all night I kept that big baby who was always delirious and disturbed my sleep.

When I got to my room, I didn't go in. However, I turned towards Mas Amar, apparently devouring the porridge without remaining. Thank God he loves my porridge.

I did not feel fifteen minutes lying in this room, suddenly mamy knocked on the door of the room. I quickly went out and opened the door.

"Honey. It's in front of your brother."

"Who's my?" Ask me a curious.

"He said his name was Dinda, try to see." Then he turned to look at Amar.

"The bury is good, baby? It must be delicious to make it with your beloved wife." Her words chuckled.

I laughed a little at Mamy's babble. But what did Dinda come here for? Does he still want to try to disrupt my household? I went downstairs to meet her. However, before that I say goodbye to Mas Amar.

"Mas. I go down first yeah, if there's anything to call me."

"Hm." Answer the cuek.

Huf the base of the refrigerator, I said at length times the width he just replied hmm aja. Now just hate, watch out later you become in love with me mas.

While still on the stairs, I saw that my mother was sitting in a chair with my two in-laws. However, there was something else from the look on their faces, they both seemed to dislike Dinda. Butwhy?

"Assalamualaikum, ma'am." My greeting to him.

"Vaalaikumsalam. Hi Wulan, how are you?" Answer her.

"I'm good, what's wrong? Tumben here?"

"Ah no. I just miss you. By the way where's your husband? Does it work? But I went to his office he wasn't there." Clearly her.

"What's? Going to my husband's office? Why?" I can't believe that Dinda did that, she's still getting close to my husband. Though it is clear that mas amar already has a wife.

"Why are you going to my son's office? Is there a job together?" Ask mamy.

"No aunt. I just want to meet my brother-in-law."

"You better not disturb my son's household." Papa.

"What the hell? Oh yes, Wulan. Then I'll just go home, yeah, like her in this house isn't as scary as I thought."

"Dad mbak. Thanks for stopping by." He nodded, before he left. Dinda whispered to me.

"Wait for Wulan's time, and I'll change you into the mistress of this house." Mbak Dinda.

Gosh darn. Madam Dinda, what the hell is on her mind? Why is he still insistent on wanting to seize the Amar mas finished? He could have gotten a lot better than my husband.