A Wound

Chapter 40's

A month has passed. And the relationship between Ara and Ibra is still the same, there is no progress.

Ibra is back at work. And so did Ara, who had returned to college. Every day, Ara to campus with delivered by Ibra. And the return will be picked up by the driver Mama Reta, and not infrequently delivered by Arumi.

These past two days, Ibra's always been coming home late. Because of the many jobs in his office that require him to overtime.

Already a rutiras for Ara, every night before going to bed, he will prepare his own drinking water to keep it on the nightstand. Worried, if only they would be thirsty at night.

And tonight, Ara came down the stairs in a bit of a hurry. To cause his legs to slip and make him fall when going down the last steps.

"www!" peekkik Ara's.

Bi Ija who happened to pass there, quickly approached Ara. When he heard the screams of the son-in-law of his master.

"Non Ara! You okay?" bi Ija asked, while helping the woman to stand up.

"Yes, I'm fine, Bi. Thank you, Bi," Ara replied lying. Although he actually wanted to cry at this moment.

"Really, Non? No one is sick?" ask Bi Ija, worried.

"Yes, there's nothing, Bi. Aunty don't have to worry" Ara said, reassuringly.

Bi Ija smiled with relief. Then say goodbye to Ara to enter her room.

After Bi Ija's departure, Ara also decided to return to her room. But when he started to move his legs, he felt a tremendous pain in one of his ankles. As much as he could endure the pain, he continued his steps to his room.

When she arrived at her room, Ara sat herself on the floor of her room with a fur carpet, and leaned her body on the side of her bed.

With teary eyes, he tried massaging his ankles. And it managed to make her cry break instantly, as it could no longer endure her pain, which grew even more as she pressed on.

"Dad... Dad, it hurts. Ara's leg hurts, Dad.." call her, a hiccup.

At times like this, he really misses his father. His father always took care of him when he was sick. His father always panicked, even though he was only slightly injured.

Now there is no longer the figure of his father. There is no place to complain anymore. Even though he has a new family, but it still feels different. He was too embarrassed to complain to them.

"What's wrong?" asked Ibra, who had currently been standing by Ara's side. A little panicked when he found his wife crying.

Ara looked up her head at her husband. He was not even aware of the man's arrival.

"Sick.." adunya, who still continues to hiccup.

Ibra quickly sat down crouching, examining his wife's body. "What's sick?"

"My leg is sprained" he said, pointing at his slightly swollen legs.

"How can it be like this?" tanyakanya. But Ara just shook her head, while continuing to wipe away her tears that kept falling.

Ibra shook his head, regretting his wife's carelessness. Then lifted Ara's body up onto the bed.

Slowly he pressed down on Ara's ankle. Then walk into a drawer to pick up the massage oil. He then applied the oil to Ara's aching ankle and began to massage it.

Many times Ara groaned in pain, as Ibra pressed right at the source of her pain. He kept holding Ibra's hand to stop what he was doing. But Ibra did not care and instead brushed Ara's hand not to hold him.

And Ara, following her husband's orders, quickly shook her ankles. Turn it to the right and to the left.

"It doesn't hurt so much" she said, smiling slightly.

"I'll compress it, to remove the swelling." Ibra then came out of her room and went to the kitchen.

Ibra came back with a bowl of warm water and a small towel in her hand.

"You can just lie down" he said, while compressing Ara's legs.

"No, this is how it is.... Sorry to bother you, Brother."

"This is my job." Ibra then put the towel that she had brought on Ara's ankle, after previously soaking it in the warm water in the bowl. "Said Bi Ijah, you fell down the stairs?" he looked at his wife's face.

Ara nodded then lowered her gaze. Embarrassed as Ibra looked at him so closely.

"Be careful when going down the stairs."

Ara nodded her head again, "yes, thank you."

"Yes. Then rest" said Ibra, stroking his wife's hair. Then stand up from his seat. "I want to clean myself up first."

"Yes, thank you." Ara nodded small. Feeling awkward, getting such treatment from her husband

"Stop saying thank you" Ibra said. Which then goes into the bathroom.

***

In the middle of the night, Ara woke up feeling very thirsty. He slowly sat himself down, then lowered his legs one by one from the bed. Intend to go downstairs to get some drinking water.

But his intention was to undo when he saw a glass of water on the nightstand. Feeling unable to take drinking water overnight, he concluded that it was the man who prepared the water.

He then grabbed the glass and immediately gulped the contents, to separate the half.

After not feeling thirsty again, Ara again laid her body and covered half her body with a blanket. Then turned to her husband.

Ara had just closed her eyes, but a burly arm was holding her from behind. To make him slightly jerk and re-open his eyes.

This isn't the first time. Ibra hugged her very often while she was asleep. And that's because her husband didn't realize it. Might as well.

If usually Ara always move her husband's hand when hugging him, but times he just let it go. It seems like he has to get used to all that. Or maybe because he enjoyed it.

When feeling that Ara did not move the position of her hand. Making Ibra who was behind Ara's back, smiled widely. Could it be that the woman had accepted him as a husband?!

.

.

.

Don't forget to like and comment yes brother 😙♥