Duda Boss

Chapter 43

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Doni pushed one of the two doors in front of him. After the door opened there was a worried face Sinta who was waiting for Doni's return.

"Darling ...."

Sinta looked up, walking quickly to her husband.

"What's going on?" his voice vibrates. His eyes looked at Doni.

"We sit down first." Doni took his wife to sit on the sofa.

Sinta wrote Doni's orders. He seemed to breathe out many times. It was obvious that he was calming down.

"Where are you from?"

"People," said Doni.

"For." Sinta's eyes were rounded anxiously.

"You know I've been a little forgetful lately? I checked my senile too early."

Doni smiled broadly at his wife.

Scanning Sinta's pretty face, making her chest feel tight. What if he can't see his wife's face anymore.

Doni clasped Sinta's shoulder carrying her in a hug.

"I'm fine," Doni gently rubbed Sinta's head.

"I'm so worried about you." Sinta buried her face in Doni's chest.

Sneaking, her shoulders trembling.

"I'm afraid something bad happened to you."

 

Doni felt his shirt wet with Sinta's tears.

Doni's hand moved to rub his wife's back. When feeling Sinta was a little calm Doni unraveled the embrace.

"Have you?"

Doni cupped Sinta's face. Doni's heart aches when he sees the tears of love that are still flowing. What would happen if Sinta really knew about her illness.

"You're so ugly." Doni chuckled at Sinta's haphazard face and flushed nose.

"Ish," Sinta throttled because Doni teased her.

"I'm hungry" said Doni.

Sinta immediately patted her forehead. She forgot to make dinner for Doni because she was too worried about her husband.

"I forgot I haven't cooked yet." Sinta looked at her husband with an apologetic look, "what if I make it a little while."

Doni nods.

Sinta flipped her body stepping towards the kitchen. He opened the fridge and prepared everything he needed.

"What can I help you with."

Sinta looked up to see Doni. Her husband was standing at the refrigerator door. The suit that Doni was wearing had been removed, wearing a shirt that was rolled up to the elbow limit.

Sinta stood up to pick up the flour.

"Please pour the flour into this bowl."

Doni who had never been in the kitchen was a little stiff while helping Sinta. The man opened the flour with his hand, thus making the flour scatter everywhere, because the donny tore the plastic by force.

"Ukhuk," Doni patted the chest. There was flour coming into his mouth.

"Geez! Why is the flour spilling all over?" sinta asked, looking at the kitchen table that had fallen apart.

"The plastic was torn, when I opened it by hand."

Sinta grabbed a tissue, wiped Doni's face full of flour.

"There are scissors. Why do you have to work so hard?"

Doni Shut up, he's thinking of judging Sinta.

Her fingers moved to poke Sinta's cheeks. One scribble of flour landed there.

"Hey!"

Sinta glanced sharply at Doni.

Put your palms on a bowl that contains flour. After that he put his hand right on Doni's face.

Doni alan replied but Sinta first ran to the second floor, he was waiting for Doni to chase after him. However, for a while Doni did not also appear to catch him. Sinta begins to be curious and walks to the first floor to find Doni.

He was anxious, afraid that the events in the office would repeat themselves. But the anxiety goes away as Doni hugs her from behind.

Sinta flipped her body looking at Doni worriedly. I don't know why he's so scared of losing Doni.

Without saying a word, Doni grabbed the nape of her neck to land her lips on Sinta's lips. Circling his hands on his wife's back and waist, Doni clasped Sinta's body tighter. He was afraid that tomorrow he would not open his eyes again.

"I have a dream .. where I will live happily with my wife and children. Gently grip the hands of the woman I love until she ages. Even though I know ... My life won't be long, I won't give up. Maybe I don't normally live a hundred years, but I'll spend the rest of my life making my loved ones happy."

The narration of Doni in the heart.

***

News of Doni's disease has reached the ears of his two parents.

They're shocked. Not much different from Sinta. Sinta doesn't believe that. But Bagas' remarks and evidence from a neurologist make him unusually evasive. Her husband is not okay.

"There's a tumor in the brain, Doni Boss," Bagas said.

Suddenly Sinta's chest felt tight. He crumpled the bag that was in his lap. And thought Bagas was joking.

"Lied!" Sinta holds Bagas sharply.

Bagas. "I also wish that this was just a lie."

"Is it because of that, remember it's starting to weaken?" lirih Sinta's.

Bagas.

"Will he heal?" Sinta asked expectantly.

"I don't know." Nagas shook his head. "She's met a neurologist yesterday."

"Why are you telling me now?" Sinta looked at Bagas not like.

He's like a useless wife.

"I don't know either. He just complained his head hurt. When I told him to check himself, he always refused."

Sinta could not blame Bagas who had just given her the news. They were all equally unaware of Doni's disease, because while at home Doni did not have the slightest complaint.

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Doni was sitting in his study, while Bagas was standing by Doni's side. After the doctor gave a verdict that his life was only three months away he decided to rest at home.

"They all knew, already" Bagas began the conversation.

Everyone in the office felt sympathetic and wished that Doni could fight his illness. Most of them were crying, remembering Doni's kindness.

Doni just nodded.

"Don't say much if you work with Papa, later," said Doni, "I'll pick them up."

Mr. Diharja will take over the company again as long as Doni is on medication.

"Don't talk like that. It's like you're going to die, "sold me.

Doni smiled, "I'm going to die."

Bagas placed the map on the table and passed away leaving Doni's room. He chose to leave instead of continuing the conversation with Doni.

Bagas leaned against the wall after exiting the room. His eyes were red withstanding the cries. He tried to be normal and thought that Doni would be okay, but he couldn't.

His eyes were still focused on the ceiling. There was the sound of a slashing sobbing across from Bagas.

Nida and Gea were crouching in front of Doni's room.

"You don't have to see, Boss, if you can't hold back the crying" said Bagas with flushed eyes.

"It doesn't make sense. Mr. Doni is very young." Gea sobbing. "This is very unfair" Gea continued.

Denying the sentence Gea, Bagas' body that had been leaning, immediately slumped. They cry sad.

Seriate...

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