MY HUSBAND STROKED BUT DID NOT DIE
Chapter 75 MY SON MY ENCOURAGEMENT

Today is almost a week my son's age. We'll have a little celebration. We call it puputan. Marking the break of the baby's umbilical cord.

I also want to give my son a name. Because I have to take care of the birth certificate for my son.

Mas Teguh also intends to educate my son.

I could reject it. Because the father of my son has not been able to finance him.

But Teguh said, there is a cost from the legacy of my son's grandparents. It can be used for aqiqah.

I obey. My son also has a right to the property of his grandparents.

We did not make a big event. Given the condition of my husband who is still sick. There are still many costs that must be incurred for the healing process of Arka mas.

Mas Teguh never talked to me, if he would bring the Arka mas out of town for treatment.

He said there was alternative medicine there. Although the cost is very expensive but Teguh mas said, just try it first.

Who knows with the treatment Arka mas can recover. However, Arka was too young, pitying that she had to spend her youth in a wheelchair.

I had a discussion about the name for my son with Mas Teguh. Who else can I discuss if not teguh mas.

He's the only family closest to the Arka mas. And he's a very nice guy. Can be trusted to hold all assets belonging to the Arka family.

He also told me to move all the assets in my name, but I refused. I feel unworthy. Even though I am the wife of Arka.

I'm afraid I can't trust holding the treasure. I'm also afraid I can't manage it well.

So for a while let it be held and managed by mas Teguh.

"Who's a suitable name for my son, huh, Mas?" my many.

"Indeed you didn't prepare a name for your son at all?" I shook my head.

I had hoped Arka would give a name to my son. That's why I never thought about it.

"Well, what name do you want to use? Want to smell arabic, java or national? Or do you want to use a name that smells international? Let's be like a bule?" tanya mas Teguh while laughing.

"It can be, uh. Ordinary of mas. Which is about good to hear. Not too complicated. And not too long. Pity if his name is an extension. If the school exam is up just to write his name" I chanted.

"Wah can be funny too yes, you" said Mas Teguh and then laughed again.

"What's his name then?" my many.

"How about Aryaka, we can call him Aka or Arya. It could be from your name. It could also be from the abbreviation name of both of you. Aryani Arka" proposed mas Teguh.

"Can too. But would Arka agree?" my many.

"If you wait for Arka to agree, can be given new years dong name" said mas Teguh.

"Are you sure Arka's gonna be sick for years?" He just shrugged his shoulders.

"We will never know, until when Arka like this. Life goes on, Deck. With or without Arka."

Teguh's words made me realize that I had to fight for my own life.

I can't depend my life on my husband. Especially on the legacy left by my in-laws.

That's the right of the Ark. Also my son's right. It would be very unfair if I would take advantage of it without me doing anything.

"Yes, Mas. I understand" I replied.

The study will begin soon. Mas Arka has been dressed by mas Teguh with cocoa and peci clothes.

I looked at the face of Arka. Is this really my husband? I feel more foreign. I feel further away.

Arka could no longer communicate. For months it was like talking to a wall. I'm just talking to myself.

I'm honestly tired of all this. Sometimes I want to give up. But I will never leave someone who loved me so much and I loved him so much.

But do I still have love for my husband? Or just pity? I don't know.

I'm just a normal human being. I am just a weak woman. I need love. I need some affection. I need attention. And I need a caress too.

Things I never got from my husband again. I miss my old husband very much. A warm husband. Not cold and can do nothing.

I shed my tears. I approached the Arka mas. I kissed her forehead.

"Well..wah...there are more melow this?" I know you are already in my room.

I wiped my tears. I tried to smile.

"Let's get out. I have a lot of guests" take me to Teguh. Then he pushed the Arka's car wheelchair.

I'm tidying up my appearance. And out of the room holding my son.

And sure enough, outside there are many neighbors who will follow the study.

I'm handing my son over to bi Yati. I'll shake them. Because I'm the host here.

The event soon began after Mr. Ustadz who will lead the study came. Everyone followed the show calmly.

I chose to sit a little far away. Because I can't follow that class. I'm not clean yet.

I went back to my room, when my son was crying. He looked very uncomfortable due to the large number of people and the noisy sounds.

I suckled my son to be quiet. He suddenly entered my room.

"Oh, sorry" said Mas Teguh. I'm reflexively closing my tits.

"The study is almost done. When you are breastfeeding, come out. Maybe they will leave soon" said Mas Teguh. Then get out of my room.

I immediately completed my duty. Then after my son fell asleep, I went out and saw the guests again.

Before long, they also say goodbye after enjoying the dish.

Some neighbors helped clean up the place that had just been used for study.

Mas Arka was taken by Mas Teguh to my in-laws room. Then move it to bed. Arka has not been able to sit too long. The body will sag on its own if over.

I went into my in-laws room. Then sit on the chair that was there.

I want to discuss with Mas Teguh about what I will do later. When I'm healthy again.

I haven't said it yet, I heard my son's cry.

I'll go to my room as well. Because bi Yati is cleaning the study room earlier.

I'm back breastfeeding my son. While lying down, I caress my son's head.

The boy who is my life again. After I felt bad because of the sad events I experienced.

Aryakas. He's my eye. She's my ardent. I will start fighting again for my son.

Pray for my mom, son. I hope you can make a living to support you. My whisper is in my son's ear.