The Little Wife of Mr. President
The Wind Source Village

The swift rain flushed the village of Sumber Wind that night, many houses began to get wet to the terrace due to rain and wind blowing here and there.

Even here, a woman was already busy running to the side of the house where many of the clothes she had hung were half dry and she had to save from the heavy rain that night.

“Abang, what do you want?” While busy picking up clothes in the hanger, Gita yelled at Jupri who came down running closer to him.

The sound of rain so loud that he had to scream at his husband.

“Already logged in, Git. Let Brother take his clothes.” peeka Jupri.

Gita was disobedient this time, how she could let her husband get wet while he went into the house.

“No, Bang. Let Gita only.” sahututnya continue to take clothes. Until one outfit becomes the final target for Jupri.

He immediately picked up the clothes, and one hand held the wife's hand.

The flash of lightning in that instant involuntarily made the two of them shout.

“Aaaaa!” Gita reflex ran in fear and climbed the stairs of the house from behind.

“Gita don't run!”

Brakk!!

The sound of Jupri's shout was simultaneous with the sound of something falling hitting the wooden stairs that were not high.

Gita was shocked and looked.

Byarr!! The sound of lightning roared, unfortunately this time Gita did not even hear the sound at all.

He was screaming in panic. “Abang!!” Gita's eyes are perfectly rounded.

The clothes that became the main purpose of the woman he just dropped on the stairs. He ran down no matter the rain.

Jupri fell unconscious. The rain on Jupri's face could not revive him from his stupor.

Gita cried in fear, she panicked and kept screaming for help.

“Mr! Mom!” He shouted, even the neighbors beside the house also ran to Gita.

“Tolongin Bang Jupri!” Gita screamed back.

Until shortly afterwards Gita's neighbors and parents ran and saw Jupri already in Gita's lap head.

“Come quickly help me!” Mr. Gita invited the neighbors to bring the son-in-law into the house.

All those nights had to wet the bed to help Jupri.

“Abang, wake up Bang.” Gita cries while trying to put eucalyptus oil on Jupri's nose.

Really Gita is very afraid if Jupri why-why.

“Gita, relax. Your husband will be conscious. Mother has asked please call Mbok Sum.” The mother told Gita that they had called one of the massage experts.

Looking at Jupri who fainted after falling, there was a possibility that something had collided in the man's body.

“Bu, call Mr. mantri too. Gita was afraid that Bang Jupri was sick from the fall earlier.” he said begging.

The mother immediately nodded and asked one of the neighbors for help.

It's very sad that the doctor wasn't in the village. Even going to the hospital takes up to 7 hours to travel. It's impossible if tonight Gita takes Jupri to the hospital. Moreover, travel certainly requires money, and he has absolutely no more money.

Eating just feels grateful enough for her and her husband. Because the wages of Jupri must be the father who holds. Because they're hitchhiking at Gita's parents' house.

“How is my husband, Mr Mantri?” asked Gita after seeing Mr. Mantri check on her husband.

There is also Mbok Sum who massaged some parts of Jupri's body.

“There is nothing wrong with blood pressure, heart rate and more. Looks like this has something to do with the accident back then.” Gita sobbed to hear Mr. Mantri's words.

He was very afraid that Jupri would get seriously ill. Her heart was agitated to take her husband to the hospital. But what should he bring to pay for all his expenses.

“Is there anything bad that happens likely, Doc?” Mother spoke up to see Gita who was already crying in her arms.

“I can't predict, Miss Dewi. Because Gita's husband's accident was very severe. I estimate there are some of his limbs that have suffered collisions and internal injuries. Unfortunately, the tools here do not exist. As I suggested at the time. You must go to the hospital and do a thorough examination. Mainly head part.” The mantri explained.

The departure of Mr. Mantri finally followed one by one neighbor to go home as well as Mbok Sum.

Now lives Gita, Jupri who is not aware, his parents and also Shani, the sister who just silently listened.

“Pak, Mom, pity Brother Gita. Should we take Kak Jupri to town?” His proposal after a long time Shani silenced.

Unfortunately, the proposal was not well received. And just get a rude jolt of the father.

“Shut up, Shani! Know what you're about.” Everyone was shocked.

The crying Gita even sobbed no longer. His fate is really sad. Work where the money is only enough to buy the cost of eating in the kitchen every day. The husband's sweat where the result will be handed over to the father.

There was no grip at all, and now her husband has to be checked.

“Pak, Ma'am, Gita wants to go to Mr. Malik's house first.” pampitnya stick themselves to get out of the house at night.

Of course it makes both parents Gita very surprised.

“Gita, what do you want there, son?” ask the mother who held the child's hand to get out of her seat.

“Don't be stupid, Gita! Want to borrow that Mr Malik? Aye! Want to pay for what you wear? Hah-there is. Can't!” He stood up and went into the room feeling upset.

The Gita could only sob in front of her mother.

Shani also shed tears seeing the condition of her brother and sister-in-law.

In the living room, there are now only Mother, Shani, Gita and Jupri who still close their eyes.

“Gita, no crying. Mom will help, but don't tell me with Mr.” said the mother half whispered.

Soon Gita wiped her tears, a glimmer of hope she could see from the mother's words just now.

Shani breathed a sigh of relief as well. “Finally,” Shani said inwardly.

“Besok morning you are ready to leave with Jupri. I'll prepare the money. Later wait for you to go to work we take care of the vehicle yah?” The mother stroked the child's hair with a smile.

Gita hugged her mother because she was so grateful to have her mother beside her. “Thank you very much, Bi. Gita is grateful to have a mother. Gita no longer knows what to do if there is no mother.” he said tightened his embrace on the mother.

“That's patient well, Brother Gita. May you not forever be this hard as Brother Jupri.” Shani hugged her brother and sister.

***

Mentari has now come down again illuminating the village which still looks some damp parts due to heavy rain and long overnight. Even this morning many residents are trying to fight drowsiness and cold to return to work.

I really don't want to get out of bed.

“Pak, wake up Sir.” The goddess woke up the sleeping husband several times.

“Still sleepy, Bu.” said Haidar rotate his sleeping position to return to find a comfortable sleeping position.

“It's seven o'clock, Sir.” The goddess woke the husband. He was agitated because he had to quickly bring his son-in-law to the hospital.

Soon after hearing the clock mentioned, Haidar was forced to wake up and prepare for work.

“Not yet aware of it?” asked Haidar when she was ready to work and saw Gita massaging her husband's hand.

“Not yet, Mr.” replied Gita.

No more questions, Haidar passed and headed for the rice field.

The goddess who saw her husband was gone, immediately asked Gita to prepare.

“Bu, the car has arrived.” Shani runs into the house with a hunting breath.

Early in the morning he came to one of the neighbors who provided car rental.

Gita with a racing heart was afraid that the father would know he was going into town, trying to be brave for the sake of the husband.

“Shani, you can quickly help your sister check the luggage. I'll take the money first.”

Everything moves fast in that simple house.