Mak Ningrum's Heart Wound.
Chapter 42

PoV Gayathri.

Hearing news from Mom that you are missing, I am not calm. My mom is definitely sad. The next morning I decided to go home after Helda had booked the ticket. "Sir Gatot, and you're Helda. Please handle all my work." My request to Mr. Gatot is my assistant, and also Helda my secretary.

"Yes" answered both. "Should I take you to the airport?" Ask Mr. Gatot.

"No, sir, I ordered a taxi." Reject me. There's nothing I've brought, other than a sling bag. I'll get off the elevator. Arriving downstairs I met Hendri.

"Where are you going, Tri?" Hendri looked at me from top to bottom.

"You go to Jakarta, brother." I replied as I passed because the taxi I ordered was waiting.

"To Jakarta? I'm coming," Hendri's after me.

"What business is it, Brother Hendri coming? I've booked a ticket." Reject me quickly.

"Where can I let my future wife go home alone." He said, then asked what plane I was going to take. After I answered with the juiur. He immediately typed in his phone. "I've already booked a ticket." Said smiling.

I didn't return her smile as soon as I got into the cab. I regret being honest with him. But all wrong, even if I'm not honest anyway, Hendri will follow me to the airport as well. I understand very well, Hendri is an unyielding man.

"You came back to Jakarta all of a sudden, what's up Tri? It can't be, it's nothing, because you've only been here three days?" Ask Hendri, wondering.

"There's family business. So please. deh Kak Hendri, do not need to come to Jakarta." I refused again.

"I told you, Ratri, I won't let my future wife go home alone." Replied Hendri confidently.

"I've said it too Brother, I'm not the future wife of Brother." My firmness.

"Yes-yes, I have business with your Papa." Reply Hendri. I also gave up. Along the way in a taxi I didn't even talk to myself at all. I pretended to be busy reading the novel. Besides being lazy to talk to Hendri I also entertain myself so as not to think too much about Mom.

I admit Hendri is a gentle and patient man, but if he wants something never give up. So I had to patiently reject it. So that this man does not hurt.

Until arriving at the airport. Why do I get a seat with Hendri. I can only take heavy breaths. There was no choice but to sit by the glass.

"What do you want to order, Tri?" Tanya Hendri showed me the menu book he picked up in front of him. This is just the reason Hendri, wanted to talk, also this man showed me a book. Even in front of me there is.

"I've had breakfast Brother." Refuse soft.

Arriving in Jakarta, I ordered a taxi, Hendri followed. I immediately called Mother turned out to be Mbok Sri who picked up. "More where Mbok Sri."

"Bu Ningrum went to Non's hospital, but his cell phone missed" Mbok replied. He said that Mr. Agus had been found, but is currently being treated in hospital. I turned off my phone and asked for a taxi to take me there.

"I'm going to the hospital, sister, should we not take another taxi." My advice.

"Well, who is sick? Why don't you talk to me?" Hendri asked unstoppably following me on a taxi ride as well.

"The sick father." Answer's short.

"If so, I also want to visit your Father" he said. Huh! You Hendri's a bitch to this guy. In the taxi I was silent. Until arriving at the hospital it is time to pray dzuhur. When passing through the mosque my gaze was on the man who always made me deg with. But how disappointed I am. Arga did not want to say hello. When I asked who answered Dandi.

"Mrs..." Immediately I embrace him, only then did Mom realize my presence.

"Hiks hyx, Ratri..." My mother was crying in my arms. If you see this Mom, I don't want to be far away. In fact, I only stayed for three days when Mom was so miserable.

"Emak. don't be sad." I said after squatting down in front of Mom, holding her knees. Although I do not know for sure what happened to Mr. Agus, only heard a piece of the story from Simbok. I can already guess, that Mr. Agus is in a bad state. I looked at Jesi who was crying next to Mother also strengthened my guess.

"Jes, let me accompany Mom, you better go home first." My advice. Poor Jesi apparently he just came home from school.

"But Brother?" Jesi may not have the heart to leave Father.

"Relax Jes, now there's me,"

"Right is what Ratri said, Jes. At least you copy your clothes and have lunch first." Connect Mom. I'm a little relieved, because Mom wants to talk.

"Let me drop off, Deck," said Dandi. He just came with Arga, maybe just finished praying. I noticed Arga looking at me briefly and then sitting next to Mom.

"Tuh, there is Kak Dandi who is willing to take you," After I persuaded, Jesi wanted to go home between Dendi. Jesi ordered me to bring the car. Because, Jesi in between Dandi with a motor.

"What is your husband sick?" Ask Hendri who had just been silent.

"Kid's accident." Answer Mom short. Not long after, Hendri left us. Because he wants to see Papa.

We were all three in the waiting room. "Bu Ningrum, I bought lunch, Mom ate yes," said Arga attentively, while giving rice wrap.

"Right said Mas Arga Mak" I opened the package in front of Mom.

"But eating both of you is the same, yes" said Mother. I also gave up eating both of us. "Mas Arga didn't eat?" My toot.

"I ate with Dandi. Then I buy another pack."

"No, this is enough." Reject me. It's true, a pack of rice I ate both the same Mother was barely exhausted. After eating, I pray dzuhur, all of you want to throw garbage. I smiled with relief, Mom is not as sad as before. Apparently my presence can comfort Mom.

"You don't pray Tri?" Ask Mas Arga.

"I'm not praying." I said while shrinking my face with tisue. The rice rames was quite spicy, causing my face to sweat. Without me knowing Arga was watching me. "Why Mas, my face is so ugly huh," Immediately I took the glass from the bag. Fixing makeup.

"Since when do you like to dance?" Apparently Arga was concerned about my appearance. He does not know what, if lately I often apply makeup because for him.

"Since working in the office, so do not be shy if you meet clients." Sahutku.

"What else if the client is your own future husband." Insinuations.

I looked up, surprised at his words.

...~Connect~...