MY HUSBAND STROKED BUT DID NOT DIE

MY HUSBAND STROKED BUT DID NOT DIE
Chapter 153 THE SLING


Roni is getting ready to go to the project.


"Arka, come with me to the yuk project. Let you take a look first. If indeed you are suitable, tomorrow morning you can start work," asked Roni.


"Aryani let it be here first nemenin Sarah," he continued.


Arka looked at me. I nodded in agreement. Than here alone, there is also nothing that can be done Arka mas.


"But I only wear clothes like this?" ask me Arka.


Although the clothes are quite neat, but in the past Arka mas used to go to the office with official clothes. So maybe he's feeling uncomfortable.


"Look out, Ka. After all, we are only in the project, not the office" replied Roni reassured.


"Yes, then. Ar, you ain't nothing I'm staying in, are you?" ask me Arka.


"Yes, Mas. It's nothin. Just relax." I'm even happier here. You can talk to Sarah and play with Aryaka later.


Sarah also seems happier if it's just the two of me. It would be more convenient for him to tell a story or ask about anything.


"Have you eaten, Ar?" ask Sarah after Arka and Roni's car leaves.


"Oh, this morning. What are you cooking today, Sar?" my many. For conditions like Sarah is usually lazy to cook. Because usually, too, can not stand to smell the spices in the kitchen.


"Bikin soup only, Ar. Make Aryaka eat. Yuk, to the kitchen. Usually wake up Aryaka asking for food, "suggest Sarah.


I got out of my chair and followed Sarah into the kitchen. There are many ingredients in the refrigerator for cooking. I took out some to make some soup and fried chicken for our lunch.


"Roni likes to go home without lunch, Sar?" my many. I mean, if I go home, I'll cook more.


"Of course, it depends on the work. If she's free, she'll come home" Sarah replied.


"Yes, then I cook a little bit, huh? Just in case they come home later."


In the spirit of cooking. I haven't prepared food for my son in a long time.


I just sauteed the seasoning, Sarah's been running to the bathroom. Looks like she's nauseous smelling the spice aroma.


I remember the early days of pregnancy. Although not too bad, but I can not smell the aroma of cooking. He wants to eat it.


"You rest in your room, Sar. Let me cook." I left my cooking. Sarah needs me more.


Sarah just walked into the room, Aryaka is awake. And what makes me sad, she was looking for Sarah when I helped her wake up.


Actually it's natural, because everyday he's more with Sarah. Sarah was very fond of him.


But my feelings as a parent are sad. It's all my fault, which kept him away from me.


I tried to patiently face Aryaka who was crying for Sarah to carry. Although it was more than a year old, but because Sarah always carried it, making my son so used to being carried.


The crying has not subsided if it has not been carried. And that's enough to trouble Sarah who's again in this state.


"Come with Mama, honey," I asked.


Aryaka refuses. Even her crying is getting louder. But as soon as Sarah came and stretched out her hand, her cries instantly stopped.


"Sar, I think I should get used to Aryaka first. If I suddenly bring him, it will be fussy," I said.


"Yes. You were here first. Let Aryaka not be surprised. Pity if the cry does not stop," said Sarah while holding Aryaka.


"Yes, Sar. But you also do not hold Aryaka too often. She's heavy, it'll affect your pregnancy" I said.


"Nothing. Just for a moment" said Sarah. Then he took Aryaka to the living room. And put it down there.


Sarah brought a lot of toys. And patiently, Sarah invites Aryaka to play.


"I finished the cooking first, Sar." I left them because it looks like my tears are going to slide.


Sarah just nodded. He was busy getting Aryaka to play.


Hhh. My tears just went out without me stopping. If the storm hadn't hit me, I would have been a normal mom. Mother who is always there for my son.


But yeah, that's it. What matters is that everything has passed. No need to be regretted, anyway time will not be played again.


Now all I have to do, is how to restore the closeness of my son as before.


When I was strong enough to survive and not work, then handed it to Bik Yati.


Hhmm, I remember with bik Yati. He has done a lot of good in my life. Ever since I was pregnant until Aryaka was born, she helped me.


Where is he? I hope I can take it again. Although for that I need to fix my economy first. It is impossible to bring it for free.


Bik Yati also needs money for his life. Helping his family in the village.


Hopefully, Arka can return to work like before. To give a good life to me and our children.


I don't feel like my cooking is ready. The soup for Aryaka is warm.


"Mama, Aka lapel." The small sound and lisp surprised me who was arranging food on the dining table.


I saw him looking at me with a asking look.


I immediately approached and squatted in front of him. I bought her hair. Yes, Sarah likes the appearance of Aryaka with long hair.


Actually I don't like it. But what to say is it that takes care of Sarah.


"Would you like maem?" ask me with a loud voice.


Aryaka nodded. His hand was stretched out and touched my cheek. Spontaneously I grabbed her little hand and kissed her with anxiety.


"Come, Mama get it." I lifted up the body of the bulky and sat him in the chair.


"Wait a minute, yeah. Mama prepare first." I prepared food for my son.


"You're bribed?" Aryaka nodded. Funny and adorable.


Slowly I bribe my son. I'm a really baper. While feeding, many times I wipe my tears.


"What's nais's mom?" Aryaka touched my cheek again.


"No, Honey. Mama is happy Aka maemnya much," I replied with a smile.


Apparently he's very attentive to me. He looked at me many times and touched my cheek. Very amusing.


I continued to feed him until I didn't realize that Arka was near us. He watched intensely my closeness to Aryaka.


Smile expands. Then approached.


"His son, honey?" tanya mas Arka crouched down beside Aryaka.


"Lord...!" exclaimed Aryaka then touched the cheek of the Arka mas with his small hands.


Just like me, Arka's mas also grabbed Aryaka's hand and kissed it gently.


Togetherness that makes us happy, but it also drains our tears.


Sarah and Roni chatted in front. They don't interfere with our safety. They seem to be enjoying their happiness too.