Mak Ningrum's Heart Wound.
Chapter 65
"You're leaving tomorrow, son?" Ask Mom. I looked into Mom's eyes like I hadn't let go.
"Yes Mak, if I'm healthy later, will often visit Mom." I answered to calm my mother. Usually Mom is not as heavy now if I leave for Surabaya. But this time is different, even though I often go back and forth Jakarta Surabaya. Maybe because I'm still sick, that's why.
"Don't worry Mom, I'll take care of Ratri." Arga Promise. Turns out Arga knew what Mom was thinking.
"Well Son Arga, I believe equally you can take care of Ratri. But you're confused, how about control?" My mom seems to be worried about that. I am still required to control.
"That's the problem I've consulted directly to Doctor Ma'am, Ratri now can control anywhere." Cut Arga before I answer.
"Rum, Ratri is now married. It means it is the responsibility of her husband. We just pray." I also connected the chat.
"Alright, Mother had spoken with Mbok Sri. Let Mbok come with you there so you can help." Firm Mom.
"Keep... Whose mother helped?" I'm appalled.
"Well, Mak has got Simbok instead, our neighbors are willing to work." Mother's answer relieved my heart.
"Don't worry, Mr. Ratri, there's me too, who's helping Mom." Jesi.
"Yes, yeah." I relented. It is also good if there is Mbok Sri in the apartment. Someone is cooking. To wash rub usually I use the services of loundry.
Tonight I'm staying at Mom's house, tomorrow morning I'll leave from here. In the room when I want to sleep my body feels itchy.
"Why are you so worried." Arga looked at me inten.
"I'm itching, but I don't want to scratch my hands." I rubbed my body at the end of the dresser.
"Here I scratch" Mas Arga who had already laid on the bed waved his hand. I walked over and sat on the bed behind him. Mas Arga revealed his pajama shirt to the top. My body in the rubbing feels amused.
"Oh, this red bump, seems to have been bitten by an ant," Mas Arga scratched softly until a few minutes later, the itchy part of his bite.
"Well, how did you get bitten?!" I frowned.
"So I'm jealous, my wife was bitten by an ant." Said silly. I was about to move on, but Arga opened my pajamas by lifting up like a shirt.
"Kok opened Mas." I gasp. But Arga just pushed me slowly into the bed to sleep on my back. Arga looked at me fixedly above me by pressing both hands on the left and right side of my body.
"Last night we spent some time in our house. Now we spend the night in this house" said Arga, then pressed my stomach. His breath made me fall asleep and there was another battle at Mother's house until we collapsed after my husband's arrow was stuck.
The next day we were in the fog, again bad luck when 6 am had to leave.
"Yes tumben kok, I got bad luck" said Arga while wearing a t-shirt and jeans.
"This is because of Mas Arga, now so often bad luck." Omelku while tying his hair in front of the mirror.
"Have not nagged now that we are leaving." Arga approached while carrying something in plastic visible from the mirror.
"What is Mas?" I asked without looking. Mas Arga took that thing out of a plastic bag.
"From now on you wear a veil." Without many words, Mas Arga put a veil on my head. I looked at my face in front of the glass not recognizing myself.
"Come," Arga hooked my hand out of the room.
"Breakfast first." My mom looked at me, maybe surprised that I was wearing a hood.
"We had breakfast on the plane, ma'am, it's bad luck." Arga answered.
"Yes, be careful, son." My mom hugged me crying. I also shed tears. May no more pain befall poor Mother. It's enough Mother feels sadness and endure the heartache that Mother has endured since adolescence.
My gaze was fixed on Mr. Agus, then I stood before him after Mom removed her opener.
"Sir Agus, I'm leaving, please take care of Mom." My speech.
"Don't worry Ratri, you're there all right." Agus patted my shoulder. I turned to Jesi, apparently the boy was crying.
"Jes, I'm leaving" I said. I pat her shoulders.
"Yes Kak, if you meet the Goddess, please send my greetings to her" Messages Jesi.
I nodded and left between Jesi, Mister, and Mommy, to the side of the road. There a car was waiting. Two familiar figures opening the glass smiled at me he was Mama and Papa.
I waved to Mom and Dad. The morning drama ended with Mama closing the windshield.
"You guys bought a house in one of the complexes. Once you get to Surabaya, you just stay there," said Papa when the car had gone.
"Sorry Pa, I've already rented an apartment, for now we'll just go there." Reject Arga. Mana wants Arga to occupy the house that Papa bought. I can guess who Arga is.
"Can't!" Force Papa.
"Papa. is right what Mas Arga said. Mas Arga has already resumed my apartment rental. It's even been a transfer for a year." My answer.
"I mean Papa, the house is for your wedding gift." Mama added.
"Thank you Ma" I said. We have arrived at the airport not to chat about the apartment. We eventually split up with Mom and Dad.
"Pity is also Papa ya Mas" I said as we were on the plane.
"Yes, but I want to fight from scratch like when I used to come to Jakarta. I just need my wife's prayers and support. At first it was crawling, limping walking, and at the end I was able to run." Arga rubbed my head. I looked at Arga, our gazes met each other.
"Thank you, husband..." I embrace Mas Arga always grateful to have my husband like him. Hopefully Arga won't change until anytime.
"Please put on your seat belt." A stewardess reminded me from the front. Mas Arga put a belt around my waist, then on his own plate. On his shoulder I leaned to sleep, not felt an hour later I had arrived in Surabaya.
Welcome to my new home. Engraving love and ideals with the man I love.
...❤Tamat❤...
"Thank you for being faithful. Mak Ningrum story until here first yes.❤❤.
Tomorrow, do not forget to stop by the story of the Goddess. If it's up a new chapter, I'll tell you here.
Healthy and happy with family. 🙏🙏🙏