My Wife's Shopping Money was taken by My Mother
Section 25

"I'm sorry, I can't pay. Because I stopped giving my money to my mother and sister" I explained.

"Why?" Miss Rita, the caller asked why.

"They don't deserve it, Mom! Already, yes, Mom! Just charge yourself to Ayu's mother and sister, Rita Ma'am!" my firmness.

"Mmc ... Alright." Miss Rita hung up.

I'm actually sorry to see mom being billed by people like this. But, I want to see you learn from her actions.

I have to understand, all this time his actions have hurt us all because they caused injuries to my wife.

***

This afternoon, when I got home, Ayu called me.

"Deni, you have the heart to say that to Bu Rita. Tau no, because of the mouth of your bucket, Ms. Rita spread rumors that Mother can no longer pay for arisan because it left her children."

"Then, how should I go?" ask me to Ayu's sister.

"Yes, you're wrong to talk like that about your mother. You should pay your mother's debt. That's better" said Ayu.

Sorry, sis. You've been zolimizing my wife all this time, taking her money. I'm not talking about mom and sister. I just stopped not giving you any more money, that's all!" sahutku.

"You need, Den."

"No. Brother and Mother should be conscious and repentant. Don't even be unconscious. Brother, the fault of my sister and mother is a lot on my wife. You guys should apologize to him. Understood?"

Ayu sounded out sigh.

"Yes, Den. Then think about it."

"OKAY. Hopefully, you will quickly realize the mistakes of your brother. My door is wide open if you want to apologize. But, don't make any effort to hurt again" I said.

"alright. So what's your debt?"

"Kalopun there is good faith to pay for arisan, mother can sell branded goods that she bought right, sis? Or maybe the jewelry?"

"Yes, anyway. A lot of mom's stuff is unused."

"If you can, don't continue the process. Where's the money from to pay for eight million?"

Ayu was silent to my comment. Closed it. Hopefully Ayu sister can give positive input to mother to be free from debts.

***

This time, I saw on CCTV a change in Niar's attitude and emotions, different from before.

Niar is better able to manage his emotions. All changes have been made to the doctor. The doctor gave a positive response to the changes of Niar.

"Often trigger him to be happy. God willing it is an effort to reduce the depression of your wife. The elixir of support from loved ones," the doctor said.

"Good, doc!" my answer.

"In addition, I'm telling you, Miss Niar. Learn breathing techniques. So, when there is a problem, set your breath. Sit for a few minutes while breathing, then slowly recognize when your emotions arise, then accept whatever is causing you emotions."

"All right, Doc."

"The technique if done routinely and precisely, it will make us more calm and think more clearly," said the Doctor.

"Thank you, Doc! Looks like that technique can be done by anyone huh, Doc? Including me?" my many.

"Rubber. This technique is called mainfullness. Furthermore, if there is still negative energy in the body, we can waste it with various daily activities such as sweeping, mopping, washing or ironing."

"Well, it turns out that the advice of the Doctor is okay too. God willing we will apply at home. I'll remind my wife later."

"Alright, hopefully quickly recover, Miss Niar. I know you can definitely manage your next emotions."

"Thank you, Doc. How about the cure?" my many.

"I'll prescribe the latest medicine. God willing it has been reduced yes, from the previous prescription," said the doctor.

"Thank you, Doc. Excuse me first, yeah." We told the doctor to leave his room immediately.

After that, we waited for the medicine, then went straight home. Because we leave the children to the aunt. Frightened Bik Surti hassles.

While on the street, I chatted with Niar. I lured him in with questions.

"Daddy, aren't you happy now?"

Then I glanced at her, waiting for my wife's answer. Niar nodded while developing his faint smile.

"Alhamdulillah. You should be happy, Deck. Let the spit recover. Don't forget said the doctor practiced, yes!"

"Yes, Bang. I get it."

***

Our days are fun. There was no significant disturbance that shook Niar.

At least it's the child's problem that kind of pisses him off. Farhan sometimes doesn't want to eat. That's what makes Niar have to hold back his emotions a lot, several times regulated his breathing.

I reminded Niar early on, but as time went on, he could manage breathing, if he was depressed.

Right now, he does. As a result, he could calmly face Farhan.

"Where's Farhan, Dek?"

"Better, Bang. He ate it a long time ago, I'm sabarin."

"out. Look at!" Niar showed me his little bowl.

"Yes, Pa. Mama was patient with Farhan. I've just taken a look" said Icha.

"Well, small has been all messed up by Icha" I said.

"Well, is that so?" Niar was joking.

"Hehe, abis gemes Icha. Look Farhan doesn't want to eat."

"Yes, mending now Icha eat first with Papa, how? Surely you haven't eaten?"

"Hehe, yes, Pa!"

Icha and I ate lunch together.

After lunch, our plan to the supermarket buys monthly necessities.

Icha is ready, she can now wear her own clothes. Just set the zipper that can't. Niar helped him set up the Icha zipper.

We also leave.

"Ma, let's hurry. Don't dawdle!" Icha had gotten into the car while her mother was still looking for Farhan's shoes.

"Yes a minute, Icha. You help dong."

Icha came down again, and he helped find Farhan's shoes. It turned out that the shoes were in front of Niar's eyes from earlier.

"This, Ma. From earlier in front of Mama kok," said Icha while giving the shoes to his mother.

"Eh, yes. Sorry, Cha! Mama doesn't know either." It seemed Niar was holding back his emotions, then regulating his breathing.

It's amazing my wife's struggle to hold all day. For the sake of healing as a depressed person from a psychiatric specialist.

As long as it's normal, I let him fight on his own. I know he can do it and fight for it.

"Come, we're leaving!"

"Yeah, we're leaving now!" Niar looked at me.

We're heading to the supermarket. There we met Marcella. He greeted us.

I saw Niar regulate his breathing so as not to be driven by emotion when he saw Cella.

"Hey, Deni. What are you doing again?"

"As you can see, we were shopping. Where is here eating," I replied origin.

"Haha, Papa pinter!" sela Icha's.

"Hey sweet boy, you're funny!" Cella touched Icha's chin.

"Hi Aunt pretty. What's in here?" reply Icha.

"May shopping too."

I see Niar still holding back his emotions. I'm trying to avoid Cella now.

"Sorry, Cella. We have to go now! Yuk, Ma, Icha!"

They followed me from behind.

"Aunty Drug!" Icha fucks Cella.

I turned to look at Niar whose face had turned calmer after leaving Cella.

"Are you okay, Deck? Sorry, it's always a coincidence."

"It's okay."

Suddenly Icha asked to the food section.

"Icha wants that, Pa!"

"Awhile, Deck. I'll take Icha first!"

I drove Icha to pick her favorite food. After choosing, I saw Cella approaching Niar again.

What the hell is that guy doing near my wife?

"Cella, what are you doing near my wife? There you go from here! Don't ever bother my family again!"

Niar approaching.

"Already, Bang! He helped me get the food on top of that."

"Eh, really?"

"Yes, Bang. Apologize to Cella!"

"Eh, sorry Cella. I thought you were bothering Niar."

"Yes, Den. I understand. I even sings you so considerate of your wife. Rarely a male model of you. I hope I can get to a part like you later" he said.

"Yes, hopefully. Yuk!" I invited Niar and Icha to follow me. While Farhan sat sweetly at the stoller I pushed.

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