Mak Ningrum's Heart Wound.
Chapter 19

I was with Ratri already sitting on the dining table chair. My gaze was fixed on Mas Agus who just came out of the room limping with a stick in one hand. I hold my tears so I don't fall. And not to show this sadness in front of him.

"I'm helping sir" Ratri went to help.

"No need son, you can do it yourself Ko," refused to look at me softly. But I was just sick, it was Ratri who memapah then pulled a chair for her.

"After breakfast Later, Mr. control to the hospital. Mas Arga wants to pick up," Ratri took one rice barrel for Mas Agus. Apparently my son knows if his stepfather I let go.

Control to the hospital? I was shocked and finally inevitably looked at him as well. A month ago when I left Arin's house. His body looked fit and contained, but now thin and his long hair was not taken care of.

"Don't kid, you don't need control." Rejected, a mouthful of rice entered his mouth, looking unappetizing. He raised his head to look at me. Immediately I looked down apparently he realized if I noticed.

"Father do not argue, let you recover quickly, and can protect Mother. Would Father indeed? If you kidnap anyone again." Decisive daughter.

Deg.

I did not expect if Ratri knew that I was kidnapped and his words insinuated Mas Agus. Mas Agus stopped chewing taking a deep breath like he was thinking. Half a glass of water he gulps might push the rice stuck in his throat.

Ratri then quietly change over bribing, the atmosphere of a quiet dining table. Because we focus on the rice on each plate.

"Sir..why isn't the food spent?" Ratri who had originally collected the dishes looked at Mas Agus in wonder.

"Father is full Nak" Mas Agus then went "Father get ready first," he said. Grab a stick that is left on the table, then go to the room. If you're not upset, this is what it's like to help her.

"Ratri, means your father at that time was indeed an accident?" I asked, remember Arin's words one month ago when he told me to go to the hospital.

"Yes Mak, pity you, after the accident and hospitalized, buyu no one to accompany. The Jesi that was waiting for him only a few days ago disappeared. Mak, please don't drive me out, sir," Ratri looked at me pleading.

I digest Ratri's words, why does Jesi not want to wait for his father? As far as I know, Jesi really loves Mas Agus.

"If so I also want to get ready Mak, want to take you, Mr." Ratri lifted a dirty plate to the back. There was a sound mbok Sri forbid it, I also followed Ratri who was washing hands.

"Ratri, Mak wants to come and take your Father" I said. It doesn't feel good about Mas Agus either. A relieved smile was engraved on Ratri's lips. It turned out that Ratri actually wanted this. But maybe Ratri won't rebuke me for my own initiative.

"Rum" said Mas Agus, when I reached the room. He finished changing clothes. I opened the closet looking for clothes. A minute later, one hand reached my stomach.

"I'm sorry" he said.

"Hear heard! Because the word has often been said even up to thousands of times. But baby, sorry it's just on the lips. So-so-so-so-so-so! a Belain who has no heart! Continue where?! The woman you defended desperately? No, when you are helpless like this take care of you?! Huh uh?!" The crying I had been holding since then finally broke. Not wanting to look fragile in front of Mas Agus. I took her hand that was still on my stomach and went to the bathroom, changed it there.

Out of the bathroom, Mas Agus is no more. I immediately came out, but before making sure my face in front of the mirror looks worried crying. Arriving outside it turns out that Mas Agus was chatting with Ratri and Arga.

"Bu Ningrum is better?" Ask Arga. Maybe ask me about my psychological state.

Agus was surprised and then looked at me.

"It's Mom, the important thing is that you're back safely."

Mas Agus seemed to want to say but Arga had moved because we had to leave. Ratri took out a new motor from the garage.

"Ratri... You bought another bike? Where's your old bike?"

"Well, that's what I wanted to ask Mak, when I got home three days ago, Ratri's bike was gone. I think Mak knows. If you want to go anywhere bothered if there is no motorbike, so I buy again." Ratri.

"This must have been the son of a bitch Arin!" Ketusku does not care anymore with Mas Agus who was surprised next to me as well as Arga.

"Wheel? So what does Arin mean here, Ratri?" Ask Mas Agus.

"Yes sir, we will discuss this matter later, now we better go." Ratri drove us one by one until we got to the side of the road where Arga's car was parked. After leaving the bike at the base of the motorcycle, we left.

In front of Ratri sitting beside the wheel, they chatted familiarly. While I was in the middle with Mas Agus, did not greet each other. Until arriving at the hospital Ratri and Arga who take care of this. Mas Agus and I waited in front of the examination room until the time of examination arrived.

"Sir, Mum. It is better to wait in the car alone," said Arga when Mas Agus finished checking.

"Thank you Ga."

"Together Sir."

Arga drove us to the car first, according to Ratri so that Mas Agus could collapse, because Ratri was still waiting for medicine. My son was kind and attentive to his stepfather, after what Mas Agus did to me. Ratri wants us to stay together.

"Rum, please tell me exactly what Arin is doing?" Ask Mas Agus when we were in the car. Arga follows Ratri into the hospital.

"You don't pretend you don't know!" Ketus.

"Rum, I swear. I don't know, now tell me Rum." Mas Agus held my hand gently.

"You guys want to sell me to a striped-nose guy, right? You have the heart, for money to sacrifice your own wife!" I was crying so much.

"What does Rum mean, I could have sworn I didn't know about Arin. What Arin's doing outside I don't know. Especially if you sell it." Mas Agus.

"lik! Two months I've been living in your house. And you all tormented me inwardly. That's enough proof for me! Now divorce me. I wouldn't have a husband who doesn't feel like you!"

"Rum, please don't say that one word. I don't want to lose you. All right, now listen I'll tell you everything."

...~Connect~...