MY HUSBAND STROKED BUT DID NOT DIE
Chapter 57 YOLA BACK

In the morning I deliberately sat outside waiting for my vegetable customer to pass by. I'm gonna pay my debt.

He usually screams at seven o'clock. But this, I've been waiting for almost two hours, not nongol-nongol as well.

Is he off? He usually only has Sunday off. Because I was tired too, I went into the house. If he yells, I'm horrified.

I chose to go to the kitchen, which was not too far from the front street of the house. If I go into the room, because my room is airy, there will be no sound from outside.

There is actually a window that connects it to the side page, but it is rarely opened.

I still have some vegetables, leftovers from yesterday's greengrocer. I'll make Arka mas porridge menado ala perfumed. With vegetables.

In the past Arka mas most like to eat menado porridge. But buy at the menado restaurant. It feels right with the price is quite expensive, in my opinion.

But because Arka like it, we often buy it.

Once upon a time I tried to make it myself, with a recipe from youtube. Also make the tutorial.

I'm tired of making it, it doesn't even taste funny. Even though the Arka still eats it.

This time I tried to make it again. In the past with selected and complete materials, it feels random, how now the material is sober?

Most also less and less.

But now Arka will not protest. At most, his facial expression grew cloudy.

Nothing, the important thing is full and does not make poisoning. Just don't puke. There I'm gonna go with the puking, too.

Until noon the greengrocer still not surprised his voice. I finally went into my room.

And as usual, the position of Arka's mas has moved. This time his head had already moved ninety degrees.

I am grateful that there has finally been a better development. Hopefully it will get better.

"Mas, I made porridge for mas. Want to eat?" my many. Even if I knew Arka wouldn't answer.

"Later on, make us lunch. I'll eat that porridge with the same mas". I rubbed Arka's head gently.

It's so sorry my husband. He's been on the floor for a few days. I just hope his body holds the cold.

Bima I don't know the news anymore. He never came here again.

I saw his clothes in the room, and there were a few pieces. Maybe he had planned to leave long ago. But don't want to talk to me.

Bi Yati has not returned. Is my mother-in-law still holding him back? Ah, I don't know. I can't call anyone.

If I had enough money, I'd buy another phone. But there's no point either, because their contact numbers I don't memorize. How do I contact them?

I didn't feel like I was asleep next to Arka's. On the floor without a pedestal. I have long been used to it. Even if I wake up, my body aches all.

After I woke up, I gave my porridge to the Arka mas. While feeding her, I also feed myself.

It was great to be able to eat with my husband. Even though eating potluck.

I'm also not thinking about nutrition for my future son anymore. The important thing is that I am full, and my child is healthy.

I can still feel my son's powerful kick. Sometimes I make me complain so hard.

Sometimes I just think, what if it's time I give birth? Who's gonna help me? Who will take me to the hospital?

I can only give up. Whatever happens, happens. Hopefully we can go through all these trials.

The money I hold from the sale of the closet, has begun to thin out. Because of the needs diapers Arka mas can not be reduced.

Especially if he has just been replaced diapersnya continue BAB, it feels very unfortunately because the price diapersnya not cheap.

Not to mention when my son was born. It will cost more. When I think of it all, my head feels throbbing.

This afternoon I want to enjoy the air on the terrace. Back when there was Bima, I used to enjoy it with the Arka mas.

Bima will bring the Arka mas pushchair to the terrace. And we'll sit here together.

But now, I'm just sitting alone. My husband was lying on the floor, with no one to help.

If you want to ask for help security of the complex, I can not give him a tip. The tip money can be for other needs. That's why I left my husband on the floor.

As I daydreamed for myself, a car stopped in front of my yard. I looked at the car. Who's coming?

Apparently Yola. I sharpened my vision. Is that really Yola?

Getting out of the car, Yola immediately shouted my name.

"Aryan...!" Yola ran towards me. I still couldn't believe my vision.

Yola hugged me tightly. I, who still can't believe, returned his embrace.

We didn't feel like we were both crying. Touched by this meeting, after all this time we have not met. Right after Yola moved abroad following her husband.

"Yola...!" I said with tears breaking. Yola wiped my tears.

"Hey, why are you crying? Are you, ok?" ask Yola with her jaw-dropping accent.

Yes, Yola is the original Peranakan Surabaya. The logic is very medok. But I like to hear it tell stories. Funny that I think.

Sometimes he inserts his regional language in between his jokes. His voice is heavy, making it more pronounced medoknya.

Yola sat me in a chair. He then brought one more chair closer to me.

"Why are you crying, Ar?" ask Yola again. I just shook my head.

"Tell me everything, Ar. Come on!" I let out my breath, to ease my crying.

I got up from my seat. Then take Yola to my room. I'll start my story from there. But not in my room, because surely Yola will not be strong enough to withstand the smell of my room is very smelly. Just like a public toilet.

But now my room is like a public toilet. Because the Arka mas urinate and defecate there too.

Yola followed me while dragging her suitcase. He came alone like him. The suitcase he was carrying was just a small suitcase.

At home, there were lots of clothes belonging to Yola. He only brought two large suitcases when moving first.

I got in front of my room. I opened it slowly. Because I'm worried, there's a leg or maybe a body of Arka mas that's shifted all the way to the door.

I opened the door wide, after being convinced that Arka did not block the door.

I stared at my husband, then at Yola. His mouth gaping so surprised to see the condition of Arka mas is very sad.

Didn't feel the suitcase he was carrying, just released. Then spontaneously he ran towards the Arka mas. And hugged him tightly.

"Kalika...!" Yola's cry can't be held anymore. She cried while continuing to hug the Arka mas.

I'm still flinching at the door. My tears flowed hard to see the sight.