I bought your Husband
Don't be rude to your wife

"Mother.." sizzle Iqbal.

Ms. Rohmi immediately turned around and looked at her son who was looking at her in wonder.

"Mother, Syakila came here to see me. Why do you behave like that?" ask me soft Iqbal.

"Mom did not say what your wife Iqbal, I just want to make you drink" he replied

"Mas, no need to fuss. someday mom will definitely accept me." Sela Syakila when her husband wants to reply said her mother.

Syakila immediately followed her mother while carrying by her to the kitchen.

"Mother, let Killa make you drink" Syakila said

"No need. Your hands are not used in the kitchen, so how can you make your own drink for your husband" he replied

"c .."

"Mother wondered why Iqbal wanted to marry a woman who could not do anything. Different from Imel my son-in-law who used to be. He was very adept towards his in-laws. kitchen affairs she can finish on her own without any servants in the house." again Bu Rohmi compares himself and Imel

clearly different, Syakila lived all sufficiency and from a family that loved her. in contrast to Imel the woman lived alone after her parents died.and again Imel's life after marriage there is no change, no change, still working as a restaurant employee.

"Mother, it's already Mom. don't compare Nak Syakila with your son-in-law who does not know himself.where there is a wife who sells her husband for the sake of her happiness alone." Pras arrived and immediately chimed in his wife's words

"he also divided it for the father.Look, now he is still alive because of Imel, right?" again, Ms. Rohmi still considers Imel a hero for her husband.

If Syakila does not grant Imel's request, it is certain that Imel will not be able to help the treatment of Mr. Pras.

Iqbal who heard that was silent.do not want to interfere with their commotion. because Iqbal knew if he defended his mother, his mother would be more mocking.if Iqbal defended his wife, he said, do not want Syakila to assume that she has started to care for him and could be the mother added wrath.

"we're going home now." Iqbal cried while pulling Syakila's hand quickly.

"Iqbal, don't be rude to you as your wife Bal" cried Pras.

While the one in the exclamation does not pierce it and even faster the steps.

"Iqbal. uuohhh.." pak Pras could not continue his speech again. arrived just chest sir felt pain.

"sir, father.." cried Mrs Rohmi.

Ms. Rohmi approached her lying husband by holding his aching chest

"Mas, mr. mas.." cried Syakila. Iqbal stopped his steps, then immediately turned around and ran towards where his father and mother were.

"father.." cried Iqbal.

"Iqbal," said Pras

"Come on, we'll take you to the hospital" Syakila said

Iqbal nodded, then immediately raised his father's body and immediately walked hurriedly towards his car.

They immediately entered his car and Iqbal immediately drove his car towards the highway.

Iqbal was driving his car in a panic, not wanting to lose a father who had been very meritorious in his life. So also with Miss Rohmi and Syakila. "mas, heart of heart." said Syakila

Iqbal drove his car at a faster speed.

Not long before they arrived in front of the hospital. Iqbal immediately came out in front of the ER.

several officers immediately helped Mr. Pras and was immediately handled by the ER guard doctor

pak Pras' breathing has started to sting..

"please wait outside sir, ma'am, let us examine the patient" said the doctor.

Iqbal and Syakila were sitting in rows while Ms. Rohmi was very panicked.

"mother, sit down. Don't worry, you'll be fine." Iqbal immediately approached his mother while leading to sit down.

"Mother.drink this." Syakila poured mineral water for her in-laws

Ms. Rohmi looked at Syakilla and then received the glass that was angkurkan on her. There are no words said than just thank you or smile. the gaze that was always given to Syakila was always an unpeaceful gaze.

"Is there anything called Iqbal?" ask the doctor who examined Mr. Pras.

"i doc, how is my father" asked Iqbal

"your father wants to talk to you, please come in" said the doctor

Syakila waited in the waiting room with her mother-in-law. Syakila took her mother-in-law's hand and held it.

"Mother calm yes, father must be fine." said Syakila

Ms. Rohmi is still in slient mode,

Tut's...Tut's...Tut's..

Iqbal entered the room where his father was. The sound of an electrocardiogram was so loud in his ear. Iqbal approached and immediately kissed his father's forehead, not how many pak Pras also opened his eyes

"Iqbal" he murmured softly and stammered

"Yes sir, you'll be fine" Iqbal said

"Iqbal, please take care of your wife's feelings.she is innocent in this case, you can't hate her as your mother hates her." said Mr. Pras terbata, his heartbeat is getting weaker.

"father, you have nothing to worry about, Iqbal will not hate him, he is my wife.as bad as my wife Iqbal must educate him." replied Iqbal

"Iqbal father please. whatever the circumstances later you still have to be with Syakila. father look at him.. an.... tuuutttttttt.." the sound of the tool was so loud in Iqbal's ear.

"Father.." he muttered "innalilahi wa Inna aihi roji'un." said Iqbal and immediately closed the eyes of the father who was dead.

Iqbal wiped his tears, Iqbal came out and called the doctor.

a doctor came and there were some hospital staff.

"Iqbal, how are you?" asked Bu Rohmi when he saw his son coming out of the room Mr. Pras

"Mother, patient mother, father is gone." Iqbal said, hugging his mother.

"no way. Father couldn't have left Bal's mother." Ms. Rohmi hysterically hears the statement that her husband is dead.

Ms. Rohmi looked at Syakila. then immediately turned her face. re-hugging her son only wayang tighter.

...•••...

2 Weeks have passed now Bu Rohmi lives alone, Since her father-in-law died her husband came home irregularly sometimes at 10 pm new until home. I knew her husband would accompany her mother first.

Syakila had tried to invite him to stay with her.Maybe the mother would accept him if he had lived together and could get to know each other and be more familiar.

And her husband can have a lot of time with her. It has been almost 2 months Syakila married to Iqbal. but the husband has not also given a living bathin to Syakila.

Syakila has often discussed, but Iqbal always says ask for a moment.

Iqbal had just entered the room where he was sleeping. Iqbal looked for the figure of the woman who had been accompanying his loneliness, but Iqbal did not find the figure.

"Sya .." call him

'What since he came home at night. the wife also did the same thing.' inwardly

Iqbal felt guilty that he had always ignored his legitimate wife and was more concerned about his mother and boss

"Yeah... Syakila.."call him again.

even Iqbal did not know today what his wife was wearing and went with whom.every night when Iqbal came home.his wife was asleep, and in the morning when Syakila woke up the husband had gone to work

Cekleek...