55. The Next Steps of Concern

"Mom, this situation is really urgent! Farah will return it later!" "How can you pay? Your husband is just a motorcycle taxi driver!" Septin snapped at Farah who was tearfully begging for money. Athaya's condition continued to deteriorate and chemotherapy had to be done as soon as possible. The cost was not small, plus the previous cost of staying for a few days was also increasing. "Farah must sign the payment agreement, Ma. If not, what will happen to Athaya? Don't you want your only grandchild to die?" Septin gasped. She had never heard Farah this vulnerable during Athaya's illness. As a mother, she would also do anything to keep her child safe. When Farah was young, she had an accident when she fell off her bicycle with severe injuries. Farah fell off her bicycle and a motorcycle struck her body. Septin begged the doctor to save Farah, exactly what Farah was doing now. It broke her heart to see her beloved daughter crying because she needed money to save her child. "But mom doesn't have any savings anymore, Farah." "Mom, don't lie! Farah knows you still have deposits. Please let Farah borrow the two hundred million deposit first." Septin shook her head sadly. "My deposit is already gone, Farah. I used it for a business with my friends, but it didn't work out. My friends and I wanted to build a restaurant, but we just finished building the house. Now the building is abandoned." "Astaghfirullah." Farah held her chest, which felt very sore. Farah thought that her mother must have been influenced by her friends who were always here and there. Without careful calculation, she acted on her own, which ultimately harmed her mother like this. "I'm afraid to tell you. So now I don't have any savings anymore." Farah closed her eyes, shaking her head in disbelief at what she had just heard. Although not directly, Dayyan always tried to make her realize that her mother's hobby of hanging out with rich women was more mudhorot. Dayyan's words proved to be true. "There's still a house I can sell," Farah said after thinking for a moment. "Farah," Septin whispered. She didn't expect Farah to say all that. The house was the only thing she had left from her husband. "Farah owns the house too, doesn't she?" Septin gasped again. Farah was so different now. She didn't seem to recognize her daughter anymore. "Mama can stay with Farah. Now if you're sick, and Farah is looking after Athaya, Farah still can't look after you. So it's better for me to stay with Farah. Yes, this is the best decision, because Farah loves you both." Septin was still pensive thinking about Farah's words. Come to think of it, she had a point. She now has to worry about the costs of maintaining the house, even though she lives alone. If she wasn't feeling well, Farah couldn't stay at her house either. Septin would have to visit Farah. "Alright, if it can save Athaya's life, I'll do it. I'll contact a friend who used to be a realtor for buying and selling houses." Septin finally let go of the house, to make up for the guilt she felt over the deposit she lost due to her silly business. Dayyan, who heard the plan, was speechless. On one hand, he was happy to have a solution to his biggest problem, Athaya's medical expenses. On the other hand, his pride was getting trampled before his in-laws. "Did mom really agree, or did you force her?" asked Dayyan. He knew Septin was very stubborn. Why would she suddenly change her mind and even want to sell her only house? "At first I insisted. But maybe mom thought what I said was right." "What did you say?" "I still have some rights to the house, and it's also impossible for me to continue living alone in the house because I have to take care of Athaya. There is a time when you will grow old, and as her only child, I want to be able to take care of you." Dayyan stroked his wife's head. Farah was indeed his chosen woman who always knew what she had to do. In an urgent situation like now, Farah made decisions without involving him, but Dayyan was not hurt. He knew Athaya was Farah's biggest reason, and the good intentions of taking care of the elderly, used to be Dayyan's advice to his wife. "You know best that I've always had disagreements with mom. When we got married, mom was very against our marriage, because she had set me up with another man. But you always told me to be patient with her. When we bought this house, you also told me to keep my eyes on her. Pa, I learned all this from you." Dayyan let out a long sigh. For him, Septin's presence in their house was also a blessing, even though it also meant he had to prepare more stocks of patience. But whatever it was, as long as Athaya was healthy again, Dayyan could handle it. He was used to hearing his in-laws' scathing words. Since losing a job, for a man, it also means losing self-respect. Luckily, only his in-laws who insulted and cornered him, Dayyan still had Farah who always supported and strengthened him, and Athaya who he always wanted to make happy. Not waiting long, Septin's house was finally sold. She saved some of it for her needs in her old age, and left the rest to Farah to take care of Athaya's return. "Please come in, Ma." Dayyan kissed Septin's hand as she stepped out of the online taxi carrying a suitcase. Her belongings had been sold. A buyer had asked for the house to be sold along with its contents. "This is mama's room," Farah said. Septin was stunned. This room was previously occupied by Farah because it was the largest of the two rooms. "Why did you give this room to me? Put your things back, I want the room at the back. It's small but cozy, and I prefer a room near the bathroom." Farah glanced at Dayyan, who only pursed his lips. She was still tired of cleaning up Septin's room, but her in-laws wanted to stay at the back. "At least we've given them a choice," he said, and Farah nodded her head. "Grandma's staying here? Mom said she wanted to stay with Athaya, right? Thank you, Grandma. Athaya has a friend. But don't get angry if Athaya likes to snack." "I won't get angry if Athaya keeps her snacks clean. Don't eat food with a lot of sauce and micin, it's not good for your health, okay?" Septin knelt down and kissed her granddaughter's cheek. "Dad, I hope our decision is not wrong, okay?" Farah walked into the room hand in hand with Dayyan. "There's nothing wrong with the good intention of honoring your parents, Ma." "That's not it. I mean by having you here, I hope it doesn't add to our problems." Dayyan still didn't understand. "By us, I mean my relationship with you, the relationship of a husband and wife who live in the same house with their in-laws." "Ohhh... I wonder what the problem is. Take it easy, Ma. I'm rarely at home, you're the one who has to learn to restrain yourself because you're often face to face with mom," Dayyan replied a little hesitantly. He wasn't sure but at least these words could calm his wife's heart.