MY HUSBAND STROKED BUT DID NOT DIE
Chapter 20 PRANK

Yola got word from her husband, that in a few days, her husband would be home.

Yola looked very happy. She wants to give a surprise party to her husband. I thought, this is a hobby people make others surprised.

Preparations were immediately made. I was also involved in the preparation. It was also Yola's idea. Something I never thought of before.

Understandably, the life of my parents were all mediocre, making us never think of all kinds of parties.

All we know is that it's just a thanksgiving. It is also only for certain events. Very homely. The important thing is to share a little windfall with the neighbors. Yes, because our income is also only a little.

Even at my school, which is famous for my favorite school, I never knew the term party. Hang out. Or what the term kids slang.

I prefer to sleep at home or study. Even if you want to take a walk, at best to the city park. It is free and does not require much cost.

Once, I was invited by Doni, who was still my monkey love. To my classmate's birthday party. It is held in a large cafe.

Although he's my classmate, but I wasn't invited. Looks like I'm the only friend who wasn't invited.

I can get there because Doni invited me. He's Doni's friend. If not brought by Doni, where might I be able to get into their circles.

And I was too lazy to mix with them. Lazy with their lifestyle. Lazy with their association.

I was in that school just to learn. Not to hang out with them.

At the cafe, I just kept quiet. I asked Doni to find me a seat that was a bit mojok. Let me not pass my friends too often. My head turned to look at those who were pacing indistinctly.

Until the night they still gathered, laughing, dancing, even many who drank liquor, until drunk.

At that time a friend approached me. He gave me a sloveny for me. Since I don't know what that drink is, I'll take it.

He asked me to drink it immediately. Before I drink it, I smell it first. I do have a habit of first smelling the scent of food or drink, before I eat it.

And it turns out that my habits really helped me. When I smelled it, my stomach felt nauseous. The smell of alcohol is very strong.

I tried to return the drink to my friend, but he kept forcing me. He said to be compact like the others.

Good thing Doni saw it. Doni came straight to me. And take the glass of slovenia in my hand. Forcibly, Doni returned the glass to my friend's hand.

And after that, Doni took me home. Thank goodness I wanted to go home from now on. I just can't see Doni, who's mingling with other friends.

Today, Yola and I went to the supermarket. Shopping for a great cook. As planned, in two days her husband will be home.

So today we are shopping. All day we will look for items for surprise party needs.

Tomorrow we prepare the place. Decorate the house of Yola ala gothic. That was the theme of his surprise party.

Then Yola's gonna be overtime for cooking. Because in the morning her husband will be home.

A day of muters made my legs cramp. Although my pregnancy was not too big, but my weight is increasing, making me tired quickly. Weight feels like my body.

After I got to Yola's house, I immediately decided to go back to my own home. I'm gonna take a break.

At night, my feet were still sore. My heel feels like it's getting dislodged. I don't wear heels. Just regular sneakers.

Mas Arka who saw me in pain, immediately helped to massage my heels.

After a little good, replace him who asked in the massage. Well, this looks like mode.

I also massage the back of the Arka mas, by sitting on it. Know for yourself if you are in this position. Will definitely ask to go anywhere massage.

Imagining it, I was creeped out. Especially when it is already.

While we were cool to sort through the materials for decoration, someone knocked on the door. We looked at each other. Then Yola got up from her seat, and immediately opened the door.

It turns out the person who confessed from the hospital. He said that Deni sir had an accident, and is now in the hospital.

We were very surprised to hear that. Yola quickly tried to call her husband's phone number. But the number is inactive.

Then Yola asked for the address of the hospital the person was referring to. Yola said that she would go there herself. Looks like Yola is afraid this is a fraud mode. Because according to the schedule of her husband's return, tomorrow morning just arrived home.

But Yola also couldn't just let news of that person. Who knows, it was her husband.

Finally, Yola took me to the hospital in her car. Followed the man who told me the news.

If you look at the name of the hospital, it is not a fictitious hospital. There is that hospital. Although it is located a bit far from our housing complex.

Hence Yola, not just ignoring the news. He's trying to figure out the truth. But we remain vigilant.

I also gave news to the Arka mas. That we were going to the hospital, because we got word from someone, that Deni mas, Yola's husband was in an accident.

Arka just replied, ok. In my heart is upset too. I have long typed, the answer is very short.

Come on, I didn't think of that. What matters is that I tell you. If I go with Yola.

Or maybe the Arka mas is doing a lot of work, so it is not easy to type at length. Positive thinking is.

Yola drove the car a little slowly, because it followed the person who was riding the motorbike, in front of us. Yola got upset because the man took his bike.

I don't think we're worried, panicking. This is even relaxing. Many times Yola honked her horn out loud. But that guy's a duck.

Yola finally chose to go ahead of the man. We already know the name and address of the hospital. Later it will stay about the accident patient who entered just now.

Arriving at the hospital, we immediately looked for a parking space. Get out of the car, and walk towards security. Ask where the IGD is.

If the patient is new, the accident victim must have entered IGD first dong, so our thoughts.

Arriving at the IGD, we meet again with the person who gave news to Yola's house. Not that we just overtook him on the road. Yola and I looked at each other.

Unobtrusive, we kept approaching the man, and asked where Yola's husband was handled.

He pointed in a direction. A waiting room. We were told to wait there.

In my heart, this is a bolot man. Asked where Yola's husband was handled, he replied, telling her to sit there.

We also agreed to go there first. When we get there, think again about what we should do.

Arriving there. We were both surprised. Tacit. Fixated.

Because in the corner of the waiting room, there were two men, chatting without sin.

And the two men who bullied us were Mas Deni, the husband of Yola and the Arka mas, my husband.

Hadeh, we are making a surprise to welcome the arrival of Yola's husband. We even get prank from them.

They laughed satisfied too. Seeing our frustration.