I GAVE UP BEING YOUR WIFE
CHAPTER 3

I GAVE UP BEING YOUR WIFE

"Pa, Grandma BAB. I'm nervous from earlier, like asking to be cleaned," told Seruni from the direction of the open room door.

I who was sleeping while busy with a cell phone in hand replied to a message Mila who had been busy protesting because we failed to go together, was surprised to hear it.

Whahuh? Mommy pooping? Oh, my God, it must have smelled so bad and it wasn't comfortable cleaning it.

If it is comfortable and not heavy, surely the caregivers I have been hiring to take care of my mother, will feel at home working here caring for and serving her. Not bored and ask to stop working because I can no longer take care of the woman who has given me into the world like they did.

Unlike Andin who I see is always patient to take care of mom. Not only about eating, but also about defecating in bed as it is today.

Andin is a good daughter-in-law. It was not wrong to choose her as a wife. She had willingly replaced the nurses to take care of the sick mother. Without having to be paid.

Sure enough, as I approached, that unpleasant scent spread throughout mom's room.

If not aware of her own biological mother, maybe I have been vomiting so can not stand the smell of unpleasant smell that hit this sense of smell. However, because the birth mother herself, I had to endure all that.

In bed, my mother looks nervous. Many times this four-year-old woman suffered a stroke until her entire body was paralyzed so that she could only lie in bed trying to move her body but could not.

Breast cancer that he suffered first was successfully cured. But the effects of postoperative treatment made the nerves in his body damaged until he finally suffered a stroke and could only lie on the bed.

Although he uses diapers to hold his feces, but still I have to wash and clean the area of his lower body that was used to defecate. And it made me feel lazy and reluctant which is very.

For a moment I delayed my intention to clean up and glanced at the clockwork on the wall of the room.

Where is Andin? It's been two hours since he left but hasn't come back yet? Does he not know I am in need of his presence because I defecated?

I took the phone out of my pants pocket and called Andin, but only the voice of the provider operator was welcomed, saying that your phone number was out of the area.

Where the hell is Andin?

Aaa .. aaa .. aaa ... .

This time it looks like the mother has been very anxious, maybe it can not stand because her sensitive area has not been cleaned as well.

Finally, I was forced to take water from the bathroom and started cleaning the dirty lower part of my mother's body. Smells, sorry don't ask.

I felt bad for Andin, for years taking care of my mother alone, but not the gratitude and appreciation I gave, but on the contrary, betrayal.

Ah, Andin .. should I apologize to you?