Extraordinary Husband (The Awesome Husband)

Keep Smiling

🍀🍀🍀🍀 Earlier I want to apologize for who had read the novel "Help Beloved Trouble Maker" I accidentally released, because yesterday there was a disturbance, because there was a disturbance, the plan will be released after the novel is over.

Therefore, maybe the novel "Hosting Trouble Maker" will update erratically. Until the novel is finished, it will update regularly 🍀🍀🍀🍀

Some kind of food on the table. Frea smiled, releasing her appron, serving her homemade food one by one. Occasionally stroking his bulging stomach.

Tomy sat down, holding his spoon and fork like a child who could not wait to be served food by his mother. Really tempting looking dishes.

"For the first time I ate sister's cooking," said Tomy smiling in a spoiled tone.

Frea tried to smile, slightly glancing at the suitcase that was on the table. As if she didn't want to let her husband go."What's delicious?" tanyanya, looking at Tomy began to eat his food.

But not the first answer he heard, the young man looked at him with teary eyes, holding back his tears that were about to flow, "Very good.." he replied with a full mouth, returning to eating voraciously.

Perhaps for the first time, after a dozen years he felt loved. Eating food in front of him, like a young man starving for affection.

"What's that good?" Frea clenched his forehead, trying to make his cooking.

However, Tomy stopped her,"This was all specially cooked by my wife!! Food for you is being made by the chef!!"

Curiously, Frea slammed Tomy's hand. Grabbing one of the dishes, eating his homemade cooking. Then quickly, drink a glass of water."Stop, it doesn't taste good...!!" said Frea stopped Tomy's hand, eating his homemade cooking that tastes bad.

"It feels good, thank you." The young man shed his tears smiling, went back to eating voraciously. Feeling the warm food made by his wife. Someone he won't be able to meet this week.

All the memories stored in his heart would miss his dream home. With his wife and future children in it.

***

The bright light of the lamp is visible, the patient's clothes have been worn. Fasting for several hours before the operation is now done. Fingers, fumbled at the window of the room that Suki was in.

Missing Frea? Only a few hours went by without them together. However, it wants to feel to embrace the body, stroking his stomach which often moves slowly. Looking forward to their children coming into this world.

"I miss you." he muttered, touching the window before him. It was as if staring at the mirage of his smiling wife with a slightly protruding stomach.

***

The servant's mansion, located on the estate behind the house, was separate from the main house. Two bodyguards stood guard, in the front area of the house, several drunken youths suddenly came, snapping making a mess in front of the house gate. Making the two bodyguards overwhelmed, until they did not realize three of them entered the main house area.

The thing they do? Making a neat death for Tomy who he suspects is still in the house. Sharing tasks, full of coordination.

Starting with turning off the CCTV, the gas hose is scratched using a knife, until the smell of gas fills the kitchen area. Others, stealing house keys, were used to lock all doors and windows. In a big house without safety.

A professional? That's them, the patrolling bodyguards were already crippled, laid under a shady tree.

Using a communication device, they begin to work sharing tasks, shutting off electricity in the main house, along with the person scraping the gas hose, cutting some wires in the kitchen. The two quickly walked out of the house, having tightly locked all the doors and windows. Make sure there is no way out of the house.

While one more person, still in place to control the electric current. Waiting for the gas to fill the entire kitchen room.

Frea began to wake up, feeling hot due to the AC that was not on, and the lights were out. The pregnant woman stared at the window, seeing only the lights in the main house were not lit.

"Is there any damage?" he murmured, with a limp body. Slowly walk up to pick up the flashlight, walk out of his room located on the second floor.

The electricity suddenly lit up, along with the wires that emitted electric sparks, grabbing the gas that filled the kitchen. The first explosion occurred, along with a power outage. The fire began licking the first-floor kitchen.

Smoke spreads, heat is felt. Panic, that's how he is right now, "Please." he said softly, hoping to call the bodyguards who used to roam around the main house.

The hallways looked dark, the explosion occurred again, considering that near the first-floor kitchen there were three 50 kg gas cylinders. Frea emboldened herself, full of despair, stepping towards the side door of the first floor.

Get her hands on her, call the fire department with a phonecell. "Nothing will happen, nothing will happen." he hoped with confidence.

Duars...

The sound of explosions was heard again, two guards standing guard at the front gate had already run, started trying to put out the fire, looking for a way in, checking on the state of his master.

While Frea who had found the side door to get out, coughed, knocking it full of despair. Locked down? True the door was locked from the outside, the fire almost spread throughout the first floor room. Back to the second floor it felt free, some large wooden blocks had covered the stairs.

"Please.." said Frea shivering in fear. His hands moved again to contact Tomy.

The number was connected, but no one picked it up. Only at the end of the day it connects to voice contact.

Frea was still leaning against the door, feeling the terrible heat of the fire before her. As if death would soon fetch him, "Tomy, help me," he said, who was only connected to the voice contact of the call, crying with a trembling voice, now his kink vanished without a sigh. Conquered by his fear, hearing the sound of explosions, the collapse of wood, as well as the breaking of glass many times.

"Aaa.." her screams screamed in fear, staring at the fallen wooden block nearby, Frea coughed for a while, then spoke again,"I'd like to be safe, but if I can't, keep smiling. Me and our son love you," her tears flowed crying as she pleased. Staring at the flames before him that were growing bigger, leaving no way of escape. Closing his call, as if he had finished saying his message.

***

In the front area of the house the bodyguard tried to enter through the main door, picking up the crowbar recalling the locked door."Madam.." she called, but found no answer, found no way in, the living room was almost burned to the ground.

The bodyguard coughed, "We tried to get in from the back or side door" said one of the bodyguards.

Running quickly, up to the side courtyard but a huge explosion suddenly occurred. Perhaps the fire has struck two other gas cylinders. There was nothing left of the first floor. The two bodyguards were injured, trying to get up from the grass, along with the arriving fire engines.

***

Hospitals...

Tomy began to sigh violently, with the infusion needle still stuck on her wrist. Three hours after the operation, he had just finished undergoing the initial observation period after major surgery.

Miko hesitantly entered, sighing violently downcastly, not knowing how to say it. "Young master, your house is on fire" he said, receiving a call from Tomy's bodyguard.

His fingers trembled asking in a weak tone, "Fire? How's Frea doing?" tanyanya expectantly.

Miko bowed down not answering, her face seemed to describe the words she was reluctant to say.

"Young master, your situation." His words stopped, Tomy stared intently at him.

"If my wife dies, are you willing to exchange for your life!!" he said in a high tone, walking a step, but suddenly collapsed, feeling a tremendous pain sensation in the area of the former surgery he just woven.

"Young master, think logically!! Firefighters will try to save your wife!!" he said, trying to help Tomy get up.

"If your child and wife are trapped, can you still think logically!? Move!!" Tomy brushed off Miko's hand.

"I'll take the young master. But we have to ask permission to use an ambulance and bring a nurse," he said, not looking at the condition of his young master.

***

On the way, Tomy is only speechless, hoping to see Frea and their future child safe. Standing to see him full of smiles.

Until the ambulance stopped in front of the residence of his dreams. The house he built by raising money little by little. Designing his own building structure from scratch, imagining himself going to live to age with the woman of his dreams.

Miko picked him up, a wounded bodyguard approached Tomy, "Master, sorry the lady hasn't been out yet." he said bowed.

The young man gathered all his strength, staggered, enduring the pain,"Aaagghhhh!!" two firefighters tried to stop him from approaching.

The fire had licked to the front, there was nothing left, knocking down the large logs that were the foundation of the roof of the building. His eyes reddened, slowly finally the tears could not be held back. Flowing from his cheeks to his chin.

His legs were limp, the nursery, the woman he loved, all vanished in an instant.

Still wearing the patient's clothes, with wounds on his wrists, as a result of forcibly removing the infusion.

His eyes changed, smiling with vengeance, eyes that seemed to tear apart one by one, unstoppable. Not caring about the postoperative stitches that may be released, blood looks to wet the patient's clothes worn.

"Young master..." Miko looked at pity.

The young man sitting on the ground started to lose his consciousness. Falling on the ground, his eyes were still staring at the flames licking his residence. His body was still too weak after the operation.

Frea, sorry...

There was nothing left of his simple little dream. Only the ruins, which were burned, the consciousness disappeared, his body was lifted up by the nurse using a stretcher, a breathing apparatus was put on him. Bringing the weak body back into the ambulance.

***

Three days later...

Even his wife's funeral cannot be witnessed by him. Tomy was speechless with a pale face, using a black umbrella, staring at the still wet burial ground. Bouquet of flowers. A smile on his face.

Smile? Isn't that what Frea wanted? The young man was smiling.

"I'll tear them apart one by one. After that I will accompany you, be patient." he said without a single drop of the tears flowing.

The antagonist? Where does the antagonist come from? The place it came from was at the base of a sense of despair.

The best people can be the worst antagonists. The wounds of his heart, the pain of solitude, piled into one, covered in a mask of forgiveness.

However, when the mask broke, the most virulent demon would appear. Smiling, laughing at the suffering of others. The suffering of others is not happiness for him, but a satisfaction.

Satisfaction when avenging the fear of death felt by his wife, until finally had to be buried in the ground in pain.

***

The young man fell silent, replaying the footage as his brave wife was frightened. The last voice recording of the call that he could not pick up.

'Tomy help me.' a paused voice sounded a terrified scream, followed by a coughing voice, 'I want to survive, but if I can't, keep smiling. Me and our son love you,'

"Me too, after this is done, we will gather together. I'll catch up with you guys..." Tomy smiled, covering up her loss. Not being able to give up everything, exactly will never give up everything.

***

One week later...

Elsewhere, a young man scrunched his forehead."What's he asking for?" tanyanya.

"Es candle, taste good," the waiter sighed harshly.

"Why not go home to your husband!!" he snapped, with a completely twisted rage.

"I don't want to experience similar events. So I'll stay here, so we're safe," the woman smiled, stroking her stomach.

"You!! I'll tell Tomy your whereabouts!" the young man returned.

"Can you let me go back to the battlefield?" said memelas.

"Had it been." the young man gave up, given the trauma the pregnant woman had experienced, to the hysterics of a few days, even difficulty sleeping. A sense of trauma that can interfere with the development of the fetus.

Psychiatric treatment has indeed made the pregnant woman better.

"I'll fulfill your crazy request, how much ice?" tanyakanya.

"A lot of it," he answered, staring at the young man's departure.

The woman fell silent, smilingly stroking her stomach. Tomy, sorry... I don't want our son to get hurt...

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