MY HUSBAND STROKED BUT DID NOT DIE
Chapter 56 SELLING CABINETS FOR EATING

I walked outside the complex. Across there is a shop that said bi Yati quite complete.

Usually it is bi Yati who shop if there is a shortage of groceries and I have not had time to go to the supermarket.

Now Boro-boro is thinking of going to the supermarket. Just shop as you can.

I went into that shop. It turns out true said bi Yati, this store is quite large and complete. Almost all the household needs are here.

I who brought the mediocre money, can only swallow to see the amount of stuff that I actually need.

But what power, my money can't buy it. I still chose to buy Arka diapers, so as not to bother me and he did not get cold because of his own bedwetting.

And also turn it over chocolate. Later I can melt it down and bribe it. There are two kinds enough.

That's not much money left. I'll keep it in reserve.

After paying, I walked out of the store. I was about to cross. I had been waiting for the streets to be quiet, but suddenly a biker, at high speed, was about to hit me.

Fortunately, he braked his motorbike. As a result, he slammed and fell away from his motorbike.

My arm was also briefly stuck, until my groceries were thrown.

It hurts my arm. But luckily it didn't hit my stomach. I wanted to get angry, but pity to see the condition of the battered rider.

I picked up my groceries, and immediately rushed home. It's not that I don't want to help her, but it's more important for me to bring home my husband's needs.

Especially if there are many who help him. The crowd looked at the driver who was trying to get up. There were also some who helped him. But many are just watching.

It was as if the accident was a free spectacle. His mother helped, even some who recorded the driver who was still safe.

Maybe they feel like journalists are being chased by deadlines. Immediate reporters. The end of the video appears on tik tok.

While they ignore me who is the victim. They are only interested in motorists who have sprawled on the streets.

I put my feet back. I need to get to my house as soon as possible. Pity my husband if I stay too long.

I haven't gotten to the other side yet, there are people who seem to call me.

"Mother...! Mother...! Wait up!" I quickened my steps to get to the other side. I looked at the voice that called me.

He, the man who hit me earlier. Run towards me. What else does he want? Want to get some compensation? Didn't he hit me himself?

Or would you like to ask for the hospital fee? Boro-boro. My husband is running out of medicine, I can't afford to buy him.

I accelerated my steps again. But I feel like that guy just keeps following me. And suddenly he was in front of me.

He looked at me sharply, as his hand held onto one of his painful arms. Maybe because he was slammed on the asphalt.

"Mom, is it okay?" ask him while researching my condition. He looked at me from top to bottom. I just nodded.

"If Mom's doing anything, just say ma'am. I will take responsibility" he said again.

I was lazy to answer his question, just shrugging my shoulders. Then stepped my feet again entering the gate of the complex that was in sight.

I kept walking until I got to the front of my building. I went straight to the door to open it.

Before entering the house, I looked at the street. I still see the man who keeps watching me.

I who do not want to take a headache, just go into my house and lock the door.

I went to my room, wanted to put my husband's diapers. And just as I did, my husband shifted his position.

I smiled happily. He was already starting to be able to move his body, even just a little. At least there's a good change.

After pairing the diapers, I headed for the kitchen. I'll make him some warm chocolate.

Finished making warm chocolate, I heard my door on tap. I walked towards the door. Before opening it, I peeked out of the window. There's nobody there.

I went back to the kitchen and brought my warm chocolate into the room. I put it on the floor, then I supported Arka's head and back with a pillow. To make it easier for me to bribe him.

After the Arka mas position is comfortable, I feed the hot chocolate slowly. He seems to like it a lot. Seen from his different eyes.

I smiled seeing him. There is a satisfaction when seeing the arka mas beaming. Maybe others who rarely see it can not feel the face of the beaming Arka mas. But I can feel it.

Or maybe it was just my feeling? That's not. What matters is that I am happy to see my husband happy too.

When I finished, I went back to the kitchen. Cleaning his old chocolate cup.

Suddenly someone knocked on my door again. I was actually lazy to respond. But since the knock did not stop, I finally came out as well.

Apparently the vegetable boy. He was with a fat man. What do they want?

If it wasn't for knowing the vegetable brother, I wouldn't have opened the door.

"Good day, Neng. This is the father who will buy all the utensils at the house of the mother" said the vegetable brother.

I scrunched my forehead. All tools? Well, I guess I caught this wrong brother. If all the tools I sell, what do I wear?

"Not all, Bang. Just a few. If all, continue to empty my house?" my answer.

Si Abang mangosteen. Followed by the man was also a mangosteen.

"Let's go ahead, sir. Look around first. What is his interest in which?" I said bring them into my house.

"If the Father is certainly interested in everything, Neng. It can be sold again, right sir?" ask the brother.

Oh, so these gentlemen are scrap mules? Gosh, you gotta be careful of this. Because it will definitely bid at a low price.

"How, Sir?" my many. Because I don't want him in my house for long. It could be all bought.

"Which mother wants to sell? I'm just trying to, Mom." Now I am confused to hear the answer.

After I thought about it, it seems like the closet in the living room is not too used. Is that what I sell?

"How about this closet, sir?" I asked while showing the closet. The father nodded.

"Bye, Mom. What price will you offer?" ask the father. I was confused as to how much I would appreciate. Because I've never sold a home appliance either.

"It's up to you, what's important is a reasonable price, sir" I replied.

After bargaining the price, and getting a deal, the father took out his wallet and gave me some money for the cupboard.

"Please get the money, ma'am. Excuse me first. Later in the afternoon my employees who will be here transporting their goods. If you want to sell more, just call me. This is my business card" said the father, while giving a business card.

It is sad that I received the money. How not, to just eat, I have to sell the closet. But I'm still grateful. There is something I can sell for food.