The Little Wife of Mr. President
Haidar's anger

No matter how the sweat splashed on his forehead, Gita's small body continued to move in the room.

“Kak Gita, don't forget to bring your sister's identity card. It will definitely be needed.” Shani conveys the mother's message.

Gita simply nodded while inserting her shabby purse.

“Git,” call the Goddess in the doorway.

Gita stopped moving and looked at the middle-aged woman.

“Iya, Ma?” answer Gita.

“You and Jupri just married Siri. If Jupri's data is needed in the hospital. Just tell me the truth. He has no data, we are still in the process of taking care of in the village office.” The goddess stared sadly at the child who never knew anything even to get as blooming out of the village as never.

However, at this time for the safety of the husband, he was desperate to get out of the village with his anxiety.

“Iya, Mom. Yasudah Gita has to go. It's all done, Miss.” the beautiful woman hugged her mother once again,

As a mother, Dewi can feel the fragility and fear of the child. Even while hugging her, it clearly felt a tremor in Gita's body.

“You don't be afraid. I'll pray for you, son. Your marriage and Jupri will definitely be happy.” The mother rubbed the sweaty face of Gita.

“Thanks, Bu.” After a sad farewell, Gita is now sitting in the car with Jupri who is laying his head on the lap of the wife.

The car left the courtyard of the simple house. Dewi and Shani, who have witnessed the departure of Gita, are forced to restore their spirit to work.

“Bu, Shani leave first yah.” The girl passed by with her briefcase. And neat clothes heading to elementary school.

Not as a teacher, he just became an honor in that simple school. Despite not having enough salary, he loves his job.

Unlike the Gita, which has worked hard no matter the rain or heat. He will be happy to help meet the needs of the family.

“Have you been careful? Mom also has to leave.” The goddess locked the door and started to leave.

While on the way through the rice fields, the heartbeat of the Gita suddenly irregular. His hands were very cold, sweat that had dried when exposed to the cool air in the car window suddenly came out again.

“Yes God, it's Father. Protect us, Lord. Let me bring Bang Jupri check first.” Gita closed her eyes in fear when she saw the father was straightening his waist after planting some rice paddy trees.

His eyes moved following the direction of the moving car. However, the reflection of the sun was not on his side. Inside the car it looks dark even though the glass is open. Samar sees someone sitting in the car, but his face is not clearly visible.

“Currently also trevelnya business Mr. Dadang. Just try there can emulate capital also me. Hah fate can be a son-in-law even add burden only.” complained Mr. Haidar.

Gita finally opened her eyes again and she looked back. Breathing out of his mouth.

Gita smiled as she rubbed her wet forehead.

“Thank you, Mr. Dadang. I don't know anymore if there is no father. I'm really grateful.” he said very sincerely.

The seven-hour Gita trip is spent sleeping on the trip. He was also brought food by his mother. Mr. Dadang also enjoyed provisions from Bu Dewi.

Until without feeling the long journey now ended right in front of the hospital. At half-time 4pm, they arrived at the City hospital. Gita was nervous when she opened the car door.

“Pak Dadang, a minute huh? I went there first for help to bring Bang Jupri.” he said politely and Mr. Dadang nodded obediently.

After a while, Gita came with two nurses who brought a gurney. Jupri who felt his body hurt, was unable to say anything. His head was even very dizzy as he wanted to open his eyes.

“Aaaargh!” His screams are in so much pain. The dark shadow of the circumstances inside the car swirling around made him hold his head even tighter.

“Bang Jupri, calm down well. Relax, Bang.” Gita was crying in fear.

He also pushed the husband's gurney to the IGD. All procedures must be passed.

The examination will be directly after Gita takes care of all the files.

The state of silence in the ER room when Jupri was given tranquilizers and pain relievers for a while. He closed his eyes without knowing if the Gita outside was busy answering questions and filling out some papers for requirements.

The cool afternoon was now a witness to the fury of a middle-aged man.

Prangg!!

The sound of broken dishes was heard in the simple house of Gita's parents.

Haidar's tired face suddenly red hearing the wife's answer.

“What the fuck is this Mom? He's a stranger, Mom. We just eat hard, why Gita even bring him to the city. If he regains consciousness and remembers, does he want to thank us? We have enough to give them shelter and food. Mother instead of supporting instead had Gita take her. Let him forget his memories forever. Until their marriage was legally legalized. Did mom forget? They are still married sirih. Gita could be a widow, Miss.”

The goddess cried, not out of fear. He's just confused. There is little truth to what the husband fears. But, the heart of Dewi is so sincere in loving Jupri, the daughter-in-law. He is also afraid if the son-in-law to why-why because it is slow to handle.

“Pak, Mom is just scared. If Jupri is very sick because of the accident how? Poor Gita, sir. Jupri is also our daughter-in-law. It is our duty to help him. After all, Gita does not ask for money from Mr. anyway.” The Goddess's answer silenced Haidar's lips.

The man rubbed his face rough and went out of the house.

“May you be fine there, Gita. Hopefully Jupri will recover soon. Mother worried, Nak.” muttered Dewi crying confused to ask the news of the child how.

Their phones don't exist either. Living with neighbors with no family, makes them not need a cell phone.