MY HUSBAND STROKED BUT DID NOT DIE
Chapter 49 SELLING MY HUSBAND'S CAR

I lay down my body next to Arka's mas. I noticed Arka's eyes were closed. Thank goodness he was asleep. Because I was also very tired.

For the next hour, I still could not close my eyes. I thought of Bima. What if he doesn't come back here? Who's gonna help me take care of Arka's mas.

By the end of the afternoon I felt like these eyes really couldn't open anymore. I slept too.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, I just woke up. I opened my eyes. I see beside me, Arka's already awake.

I got out of bed. Why hasn't Bima come yet? I tried to check my phone. No incoming messages. Where's she?

I walked out of the room. I'll turn on the lights, because it's getting dark.

When I turned on the porch light, I saw someone sitting there. I peeked out from behind the hordeng. Milky.

Why didn't he knock on the door. Or am I the one who doesn't hear it, so deep is my sleep?

I opened the front door. Bima spontaneously looked.

"When were you there?" my many.

"Two hours ago" he answered briefly.

"Why don't you knock on the door?" ask again.

"Often. But no one opened it" Bima replied again.

"You can call my number. You still have my number, right?" let me ask you to corner it.

"Sorry, I don't want to bother you" Bima replied. I let out my breath.

"Get in" I said, then I walked in. The Milky Way followed me from behind.

"Bi Yati while at home mom. Bi Sumi is on leave. So your job will increase. Help me clean the house" I said after I sat in the living room.

Bima just nodded. Then excuse me to go into his room, put the bag down.

Soon Bima came out of his room again. He glanced at me.

"His father bathed?" ask Bima politely. Maybe he realized his mistake.

I told you about the incident last afternoon, during Arka BAB. Bima read my story, without much comment. Yeah, he's changed.

I'm still sitting on the couch in the middle room. Excuse me for entering my room. Before long he took the Arka mas out of the room.

Bima parked the Arka mas wheelchair near me sitting. Then he went to the kitchen, prepared dinner for the Arka mas.

Angry Bima, he remains professional in his work. That's what made me salute him.

He did not vent his anger on the Arka mas that could not do anything. He remained patient and painstakingly caring for the Arka mas.

Bima approached Arka's wheelchair, then fed him. Since it's already entered Maghrib time, I'm sorry to enter my room, to carry out my duties.

After the Maghrib prayer, I opened my financial book. I started counting my expenses. And the rest of the money is in Arka's mas account. Thinned!

I'm holding my forehead. Where else would I get the money? While the arka has not healed. And in a month I will give birth.

I paced around in my room. Did I just sell my parents' house?

But to sell a house, the process must be long. But I need the money immediately. I'm spinning my brains.

I tried to contact my mother-in-law. I hope you agree, or at least you will provide a solution for me.

After my phone was connected, I told him about my financial situation. I heard my mother take her breath.

"Yes already, Ar. If that's what you want, sell it. One day if Arka is healthy, she can buy it again" said the mother across the street.

Maybe she also has no money. That's why I agree with my idea.

All this time, my mother has always helped me financially. Be it for the treatment of arka mas or for daily needs.

After enough small talk, I closed my call. I unpacked the closet drawer. Looking for where Arka's mas keeps his car's BPKB, and his purchase invoice. Because as far as I know Arka bought him cash at the dealer.

I unpacked the closet, but I couldn't find it. Stored where huh? Or maybe in the drawer of his work desk in the room occupied by Bima?

I walked out of the room. Approaching Bima who is considering a cure for Arka mas.

"Bim, I'm gonna go in your room for a second. There's something I'm gonna look for" I said. Although the room is part of my house, but it would be rude if I go straight in without permission.

"Please" Bima said politely. I stepped into Bima's room. I opened the drawer of Arka's locked work desk.

I found it in the bottom drawer. Relieved it. Now I think about how to sell that car. And browsing the internet about its selling price.

I came out of Bima's room. I sat not far from Bima who was still busy drinking water on the Ark.

I put the BPKB and the car purchase invoice, on the table. Bima glanced at him briefly. Then back to his activities.

"Bim, can you help me sell Arka's car?" my door to Bima.

Bima looked at me. I nodded my head. Then I told him about my current financial condition. And also my mother-in-law who has agreed with my plan.

Bima took the letters and read them. I'm approaching Arka's mas. I held his hand.

"Mas, I'm asking permission, I'm going to sell Arka's car. Our money is running out. Soon our son will be born. I need a lot of money, Mas" I told Mas Arka.

Suddenly I felt my hand holding Arka's hand, moving slightly. Just briefly. But I can feel it.

I looked at that hand. I tried to move it again. But I can't.

"Mas, your hands are moving. Come on, move again. You can do it, Mommy." I kept moving Arka's hand.

"Don't be forced. It was just a reflex move. Maybe he heard your talk. And he tried to respond" said Bima. I looked into Arka's eyeballs. I saw her empty eyes, teary.

That means right, Arka can hear my words. And he responded even if just a little. Very few.

"Mas, you heard me say, didn't you, Mas? Please move your hand again if you hear it, Mom" I said as tears rolled down my cheek. I'm happy because it seems there's started to change. Although slightly. Very few.

"How many cars do you want to sell?" ask Bima. I replied, first look at the price of used cars on the internet.

Then Bima was seen searching on his cellphone. Before long Bima mangosteen.

"Where have you found the selling price?" my many. Bima then read it to me. I took it well.

"OK, tomorrow morning try to offer, Bim. Do you know that I need a lot of money?" Bima nodded.

God, may Arka's car be sold quickly. Because it's time for me to give birth to stay a little while longer.

It's okay to not have a car. There are many online taxis. I raised my own heart.