Mak Ningrum's Heart Wound.
Chapter 63

Mas Arga put me to sleep in a bed that only fit two people. Duh, my heart is beating fast. Immediately I slept on my back. He also laid his body beside me.

"Now you sleep, rest," said Arga kissing my forehead gently. I felt relieved and went to sleep on my back. Fifteen minutes later, I looked at the face of Mas Arga already closed his eyes, and snored softly while as cool as possible.

Congratulations. Arga was asleep. I pulled out the blanket and ended up sleeping.

Her morning. "Mas.why don't you wake me up." I said because as soon as I woke up Mas Arga was sitting at the study table, maybe working on something.

"I'm sorry, because you're so sorry." Arga.

"Not so, I haven't prayed yet." My answer. Then walk quickly to the bathroom.

"Slow down, you're not well yet" said Arga, faintly heard but I immediately went into the bathroom. Wherever I sleep, I never have bad luck. But why is it now five o'clock more recently wake up. After performing the ritual in the bathroom, I immediately wudhu then pray.

"Mas, I'm down first huh." Pamitku when folding the prayer mat. Arga is busy.

"Yes, but do not do anything, you are not well right," Arga's message like I'm his only son.

"Yes" I replied as I passed by opening the door.

"Mom, sorry. I woke up bad luck." My words were not pleasant to approach the in-laws who were already busy in the kitchen. Just one day in this house is bad luck.

"It's okay, I made breakfast. You can't do anything in this house. Don't feel bad about Mom. I know you're not well." Mother's advice is sincere. I'm so moved to hear that.

"Thank you Ma. But just sweeping is okay, ma'am." My objection.

"No, wake up, Arga's done it all." Mother said that Arga had swept, mopped, and even washed clothes. My God, my husband was not just diligent. Until the housework he did.

"Mas, the day after we left for Surabaya, right?" Me, sure. For five days here we did not discuss this issue.

"So, tomorrow we go to Mom's house, stay there one night, and the next morning we leave." Arga then snuggled up to my body, wrapped his arms. I slept on my side.

"You're this if sleep always turns my back on me, then if you throw the wind how?" Clumsily. Then he held my palm which I purposely used to seal the sacred flesh on my chest.

His silly jokes don't affect me. But what made me want to faint was that her hand deliberately put away my hand that closed two magic buttons of mine.

"Kok your hands are very cold, lest the ac is cold, yes" he said. I just shook my head. My hands are cold because of sweating.

"She's watching." I removed her hand from her chest, but it just wrapped it around my stomach. Astagfirullah, can die hanging this way.

"You got your stomach straight?" His word. Because her hand went into my shirt.

"Bright..." I whined, again I removed his hand from the stomach. Between the fear and anxiety I felt. Will Mas Arga prove his words when at Papa's house five days ago. It's gonna be the first night in this room.

"Why would you like to do something?" I was surprised, because after her hand it moved away from the stomach. Justeru began to push two buttons until it was all over my body feeling a strange thing that I had never felt. I could only resign, and in the end the flow of buttons centered in one tightly locked door was able to be broken by the heirloom sword belonging to my husband.

"Maassa..." I grimaced with the pain and in the end my tears flowed down.

"I'm sorry." Her speech. Wiping your tears with your index finger.

Seriate.