MY HUSBAND STROKED BUT DID NOT DIE
Chapter 17 YOLA, WHERE ARE YOU

After knowing the results of my urine test, my mother told us to come to the gynecologist tomorrow afternoon, to be more sure.

Mother also asked us, next week to come back home, because mother will make a small thanks. As a form of gratitude, because we have been trusted by God, given a priceless gift.

We are just following. Mas Arka said, in yes, let me be happy. As the only child, surely the mother was expecting grandchildren from us. And one pride, because I can get pregnant soon.

At the end of the day, we go home. Mom brought us groceries. A lot, like people want to open a food stall.

There is rice, sugar, oil, side dishes and also the result of the backyard garden. All get into the trunk of the car.

Mom also advised, to share it with my super sexy neighbor, Yola. Every day I eat at his house.

After a lot of advice and also a lot of souvenirs we brought, we immediately say goodbye.

I am proud to have such good in-laws as them. Although they know, I'm just an orphan who has nothing, but they treat me very well.

They see me as their own child. In fact, I think my mother is more concerned with me than with the Arka mas. Maybe because we are both girls.

Arriving home, Mas Arka immediately dismantled souvenirs from his parents. I helped her in the kitchen. I didn't forget I set it aside for Yola.

The plan is, tomorrow afternoon I will deliver to his house. I ate, as usual.

Oh, I'm so embarrassed and not happy. Every afternoon, I have to eat at Yola's house.

I tried to stay there, I cooked my favorite food, I couldn't eat it. My appetite is gone.

I also ordered food online, through the application, made my lunch, but I was lazy to eat it.

I even asked Yola to cook and eat together at my house, but it was different from eating at Yola's house.

I don't know how anymore. All the ways I've done. But I still want to, lunch at Yola's house and what I eat is Yola's cooking. Not cuisine.

In the morning, we did our usual activities. I was busy in the kitchen, preparing breakfast.

Mas Arka, with his own busyness. Clean the car, from the threshing of some vegetables, which yesterday brought by the mother. And get ready to go to the office.

After Arka's departure, I went into the house. I have prepared food, from my mother. The one I'm going to give to Yola, it's noon.

This morning I didn't go shopping for a greengrocer, because the stock was in a full house. And also later in the afternoon the plan, we will go to the obstetrician. And then eat outside. Mas said Arka itung-itung celebrated my pregnancy, we will eat outside. Whatever I am, where does it want.

While waiting for lunch, I turned home. All my homework is done. Let's cook later in the afternoon.

Until lunch time, I prepared for Yola's house. I've put all the souvenirs into a big papper bag.

Yola will definitely be happy with this gift, I thought. I will also give you happy news about my pregnancy.

I walked steadily to Yola's house. In front of his house, I was silent. Surprised, usually the door of his house is opened. Thought.

Maybe he's inside again. Forgot to open the door. I knocked on the door immediately. Once. Twice. And three times. There's no answer.

I immediately rushed home, I brought the pepper bag too. I'll call his phone. Because I don't have a cell phone.

I rarely carry a cell phone with me when I'm having lunch at Yola's house. Because I don't want to be distracted, by the noises from my phone.

When I got home, I tried to chat at his number. I saw, he chatted last night. Hours 00.00. That is, today he has not opened the chat again.

'Hay, Yola. Where are you?'

I tried asking through chat. But how do you tick one? This means that the phone number is inactive.

I'm trying to figure out whatsapp status, nothing. Yola rarely makes status in whatsapp. He said, why make all the status? Lebays.

It is not necessary, what we do in knowing others. We don't need people to know much about our lives. There's no luck. So said.

Yola is a private person who is covered, unlike her body in umbar with her sexy clothes. He would be a bitch to someone he didn't know.

Sometimes the words are even spicy. Like me, before we knew each other.

But after getting to know him more closely, he was very good. The guy's very open. Light hands too. I've often been helped to do homework, if he plays at my house again.

I open my WhatsApp again. Still tick one. I'm sad, how can I contact him?

Oh yeah, maybe the phone number is active. I'll call him on a regular phone call. But I don't have a pulse.

Because of the desire to meet Yola who is passionate, and already laper as well, I was desperate to walk to the front of the complex. I'm gonna buy a pulse at the front counter.

Thank God, the counter is open. After filling up my pulsaku. I'll be right back home.

What a great fight, just to have lunch. My inner. I smiled to myself.

When I got home, I dialed Yola's phone number. I'm disappointed, very disappointed. Because the one who answered me, the operator.

'The number you are contacting is inactive, or off the network'

I am tired of hearing it. I'm tired of walking ahead of the complex looking for pulses. Where the weather is hot. As a result, Yola was unable to contact.

What am I eating this afternoon? I don't cook for my husband today. We will be eating out later in the afternoon.

I opened the gofood app. I'll order food online. But, I opened the application, I shcrol from top to bottom, back from bottom to top, I was not interested.

I just want Yola's cooking. I just want to eat at Yola's.

I tried again to open whatsapp, still tick one. I tried dialing the number, still inactive.

I'm sad. I daydreamed by myself. It might be my fault too, from yesterday not to exchange any news to Yola. So he didn't tell me where he was going now either. Yola, where are you? I'm a really laper.