MY HUSBAND STROKED BUT DID NOT DIE
Chapter 50 HEALS FOR ME AND YOUR SON

Arka's car has been sold. Thank God, at least I have a handle for daily needs and preparation for giving birth later.

"Ar, you don't have to think about my monthly salary. Just think about your labor costs" said Bima while we were accompanying the Arka lunch.

"You mean?" I asked while frowning.

"My salary is easy, Ar. Take care of it first which is more important" said Bima. I don't understand Bima's way of thinking.

Because to me, paying her salary is my duty. If I don't pay him, then how can he meet his needs?

"Ar, I can still stay here for free. Eating and drinking are free. So you do not need to bother thinking about me" said Bima again.

"It can't be, Bim. I should keep thinking about your salary. That's your right" I said.

"But, Ar...."

"There is no need to argue. I'll keep paying your salary!" I said, then I went into my room. I am lazy to argue.

I put my body in my bed. While calculating how much I spend until giving birth later.

It turns out that dizziness has to think about everything on its own. But if I tell my mother-in-law, then mom will be dizzy. While mom also had to think about herself.I don't feel like I'm asleep.

I woke up when my hand suddenly touched something beside me. I spontaneously opened my eyes.

Turns out Arka's already lying next to me. When did Bima bring him here? Then how can I shift her sleep? May Bima not shift me?

Yes, I did not lock my bedroom door. Why am I always so careless?

I saw that Arka was still closing her eyes. I shuffled down from the bed. Let's not disturb Bima.

Thirsty, I went out into the kitchen. After drinking, I walked into the living room.

The door to Bima's room was slightly open. I just caught a glimpse of it. But I heard Bima talking. It looks like he's getting a phone call.

I didn't care. But Bima's voice was a little loud, making me forced to hear her talk.

'Yes, my mother was taken to the hospital. I'll be there in the afternoon, after finishing my work here.' That's Bima's voice. Who did she call with?

I just got to the sofa, Bima came out of her room. He who saw me, came straight to me.

"Ar, I'll get permission to go out first, okay? There's important business. Maybe tomorrow morning I can just come here again" said Bima. I kept quiet about his talk.

"How about I clean up your husband now. Hm, I mean if your husband is awake?" ask Bima.

Bima looks very agitated. His face is a little gloomy.

"Why are you, Bim? If there's a problem, tell me. Maybe I can help." I'm trying to offer you help.

"It's okay. I just have business. Tomorrow morning I'll be back here. But if you can't, that's okay." Bima then sat down without spirit on the other sofa.

"By, Bim. I was just nanya. If you don't want to answer, it's okay." I let out my breath. It seems Bima did not know that I had heard the conversation on the phone.

"Thank you, Ar. I saw your husband first. When I wake up, I'll take care of it now." Bima then stood up and headed for my room.

I just stared at his back. What's the matter of him asking permission to go out first?

Somewhat long Bima in my room. Looks like Arka's mas is up, and it's being cleaned up.

I opened my closet, took my wallet. I took the money from a bundle of fibers that I had received from the sale of the car.

"wear this. You must need it." I piled the money to Bima.

Bima refused. He said he didn't want to trouble me.

"I know you really need this, Bim. Your mother went to the hospital?" ask me to the point. Bima looked at me sharply.

"Where do you know?" ask Bima. I just smiled, then left Bima after forcing her to accept the money in her hands.

Bima followed me while pushing Arka's car wheelchair. I deliberately pretended not to know. I just kept walking to the terrace.

Then Bima parked Arka's car wheelchair next to me. He was holding money from me.

After sighing, Bima told me that she promised to return the money soon.

I just shrugged my shoulders. Not not not care. But I don't want to burden Bima for feeling like she owes me.

Consider it a gift for her. Because after all, Bima has helped me a lot during this time.

So what's wrong with me returning his kindness. Even though I don't know the truth. Because Bima never told me a little about his family.

I never asked him either. Not that I don't want to know, but I don't want to interfere in his personal affairs.

After saying thank you, Bima walked into her room. He soon came out with a backpack on his back.

It seems he was carrying a lot of clothes. Didn't he say he was coming back here in the morning?

"I'll excuse you, Ar. I promise that tomorrow morning I have arrived here" Bima said goodbye to me. I'm nodding.

Before long, an online motorcycle taxi came to pick up Bima. Bima used to often bring Arka's car when pamit out.

I was still sitting on the porch looking at the Arka mas who was still sitting in his wheelchair. For two months he sat down without being able to respond to anything. Only his eyes were often signaling through tears.

"Mas, when are you healed? I miss the old you, Mom. I need you. I'm alone, Mas" I said softly. My eyes glazed.

I held Arka's hand. I kissed his hand.

"Mas, you heard me, didn't you, Mas? Come on, get up, Mas. Fight your illness. Where was the old Arka? Where's the tough Arka? Rise Mas." I could not feel my tears starting to flow down my cheeks.

I looked at the face of Arka. I saw a puddle there. And suddenly I felt a slight tremor in my hand.

I looked at my hand. Yeah, I felt it a little bit.

"Come, Mas. I know you heard me. I know you can, Mom. Move your hand again just now. You can, Mom!" I said while sobbing.

I shake Arka's hand. But the hand went back to motionless. Even back to limp.

I wept. I crouched down in front of Arka, putting my face on her lap. I just kept crying.

Satisfied crying, I lift my face. I looked at the face of Arka. The clear circle had already soaked his increasingly thin cheeks.

I wiped my tears. Then I wiped her tears too.

"Mas, I don't need your tears. I need you to get up. I need you to heal. I want you to be healthy again, Mom. Come on, heal for me. For your son's sake." I cried again in my husband's lap.