Eight Years of My Marriage

Eight Years of My Marriage
Happy Ending's



Haris who could not bear to see his wife with a pale and limp face was finally carrying and down the stairs with a small run. " Kids, Echi's mother's father, yes, to the hospital. Take care of your sister for a second. I'll be back later, to take you to school."


" Good dad."


" Smart kid."


Haris was nervous and looked panicked. He only remembered the events of Sylvia which he considered trivial at that time. Haris is afraid that the event will also happen back to Echi. Therefore Haris tried to be a husband standby and not underestimate the slightest thing.


Haris was carrying the car at full speed. After twenty minutes of travel, Haris and Echi arrived at the hospital. Echi's face did not improve. Looks pale and not powered. Haris carried him into the ER room.


" What's the complaint, sir?" Ask a doctor to Haris.


" My wife is nauseous and now looks limp like this doc."


" Okay, I'll check first, please wait outside."


" Nice doc."


A few minutes later, Echi is seen exiting in a wheelchair pushed by a nurse into the bathroom. Haris approached but the nurse spoke to him, "At a moment, father. We haven't finished the examination, please wait patiently."


" Good mbak." Haris sat down again.


A few minutes later, the Doctor came out and Haris approached him. " Please sit down, SIR, CONGRATULATIONS ON BEING A FATHER."


" I don't like it, I'm going to be a father."


" Oh, no, that's not what I mean doc. Almost thirteen years, my wife and I are waiting for the presence of a baby. I mean, is this true?" Haris who still does not believe and hard to believe the miracle that happened.


" O, that's what a miracle is called. You should be grateful because after a long wait, finally your prayers are heard by God."


" Yes, thank you doc." Haris is hard to believe but he tries to believe with teary eyes, then goes to see Echi who is still infused.


" Dear." Haris kissed the area of his wife's face. They were both drowning in a happy atmosphere and blue haru. The two eyebrows are linked in the newness created.


While in the living room Venus created a happy atmosphere. God, always give me happiness in my little family. Today is the eleventh of August for the Eight Years of My Marriage. Hopefully Lion will grow up and be more responsible again to be a husband. Not only as a smart boss when in the office, but also can be a husband and father for wiser children. Understand his duty to be a husband that guides his wife to walk in goodness. No longer selfish and more concerned for his small family. And grant me abundant sustenance of material that I do not know from which is changing the economy of this family, so that I may not be financially dependent upon the Lion. Lion who never attention, hopefully be more attention. Lion who never cared about his wife's feelings, hopefully more care for others and their surroundings. Hopefully the characters I know are hard to change by him slowly starting to erode bit by bit. Amens. Before cutting the Happy Anniversary cake that Venus accidentally bought to celebrate her eight-year wedding. " Yeay." a hoarse voice of tone with teary eyes moved for the first time Venus gave Lion a wedding birthday cake.


" I know these eight years, it's not easy for us to get through, I don't know what's going on in front of him. Hopefully our next chapter will be stronger to deal with the storm in our household."


Lion smiled with a sigh. Confused by the attitude of Venus who slightly changed asking for a divorce, ask to go home to the parents and will bring the children. " Oh, I hope you don't keep threatening me with the word separation."


Venus smiled faintly. " Yes, just so long as you don't look for me because of me."


Both of them enjoyed the new cake once they celebrated their wedding day. They never celebrated it before. The kiss landed onto the Venus forehead of the Lion with a feeling of being moved. Although Venus is confident the Lion will remain the same and will not change. He will only be stronger than his old self.


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