I'm Not a Wingless Angel

ILL

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Dimpled

The transfer show is over, a little jaded, but the antidote I got straight away. From the smiles and laughter of Di and the children, I am truly grateful for all the favors He has given so far. While breastfeeding the twins in turn, accompanied by mama Sandra and mama Di. I lay down my body in front of the television, enjoying all the laughter of happiness from the people I love.

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" Your head hurts again Dim?"

He seemed to be watching me from earlier, grabbing my hair.

" Slight yank."

But I did not hold my hair, restless with the pain.

He approached me who was lying on the bed, then replaced my hand with his hand, grabbing my hair. I shifted my body closer to her, making her thighs a crutch for my head and Di just kept quiet while continuing to grab my hair.

" We'll check out Dim... You've been sick like this a lot."

" Maybe just soy sauce yank... I still have the strength to endure the pain."

Reply refused. Actually I also often ask - ask, what happened to me in recent months. These headaches often appear, especially if I am stressed or smeared. But I refuse to check it. Afraid that - if my illness is severe and I can't take it.

" Let us know quickly and be able to treat Dim... I'm afraid of why - why and late to treat."

I just shut up, closed my eyes trying to fall asleep. But it can't.

" Dimass..please..."

I'm still quiet, though,

Being silent, like understanding that I don't want to talk about this.

" If I die first, will you marry again?"

He stopped grabbing my hair, kept quiet and drowned with nature his only thought.

" If I had died first, would you have remarried?"

When I asked back, I was not excited to talk about it. Finally we both just kept quiet, immersed in each other's thoughts.

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This headache does not disappear, even though it has been 3 days. I started to get more restless with the pain. Andi who was always with me began to fret also seems. Time and time again I found him glancing at me, then quickly looked back at the street in front of him.

" If I have a headache like you, what part can I take for granted - think Dim?"

The joking rattles me and my head hurts more.

" You're just grabbing the hair in your armpits, or in any other part you think is hairy."

He laughed out loud - hearing my answer.

" It's been 3 days that I've seen you've been busy pinching your hair, my head has become dizzy with Dim."

" Don't you see then, baldy!"

Andi again laughed out loud - bahak, I threw away my face, annoyed with his question and also his laugh.

" You check your pain first, let you know your illness. Fortunately - fortunately if it is only the influence of your eyes that have been minus and must wear glasses. If it turns out to be a brain tumor or brain cancer, it's pity you Dim."

My fear grew to hear the words of the bald man beside me, damn him.

" You should have pityed Di, not me. Because he's the one who's gonna be left."

I answered the origin - the origin, again - again he laughed

" You're the one who should be pitied, not Di. He can find a new husband who is more handsome and young, because he will have a lot of money after you die. Who can resist a rich and sweet widow like Di."

I quickly moved to give my fists in his arms.

" Okay.. Dimas's pain."

" You're crazy Dimas."

Andi squeezed - squeezed his arm that hurt from my fist, but I didn't care.

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Andi's words yesterday, never mind making me restless. What if there is cancer or a tumor in my brain? That means I'm going to die, and Di will definitely be very sick when I leave him. I'm scrambling - random my hair. Did Di have to take any more pain? Abandoned again? But I don't want to leave him, "God, be kind to him, he's suffered enough. Let him be happy." I asked in my heart.

" This is your tea yank. You why?"

Di looked at me confused, looking at my random hair - scrambled by myself.

" No yank, no pa pa."

I quickly straightened my hair

" Your head still hurts?"

He still looked at me strangely, I quickly shook my head. So that he does not follow the stress, even though my head still feels pain even if only a little.

" No, it's been light. I'm healthy."

I raised my hand, demonstrating a bodybuilder who was showing his muscles.

" Stop doing that Dimas, your muscles are already piling up in the stomach all over."

In passing go to the kitchen, leaving me who looks at my distended stomach.

*****

Fetish

Dimas so more frequent headaches late - this end. She also often wakes up in the middle of the night just to grab her own hair. I've been persuading her to check up a lot, but she always ignored my requests. There's no other way, Mama Sandra should know about this. I had to tell Sandra's mom, so Dimas would understand that we wanted her to be healthy.

I was surprised to see Dimas enter the room and quickly hide my phone. The plan was I wanted to call my mom, but she was in the hunt. I smiled to welcome her arrival.

" What are you doing?"

Dimas stopped his steps and looked at me who was smiling at him.

" Why - why. Why me?"

I asked back, but only she answered with a short look, then continued her steps back to the bathroom. I quickly put my phone in a drawer next to my bed.

******

Mama decided to force even if it was necessary to pull Dimas to the hospital to check his illness, after I told him all my anxiety.

Mama then asked me to give Hafiz who was in my arms, to her. The twins are fussy all day, and so is Zya. They demanded me to pay attention to them. My baby sitter was not able to calm them down their fussy ranking today.

My phone lying on the table suddenly rang, I saw it for a while, Andi's name was on the screen. I quickly grabbed my phone and shifted the screen.

" Hello Ndi."

" In, can you go to the hospital**not now?"

His breathing was stingy, but he conveyed his meaning very slowly, but my heart suddenly turned anxious.

" Dimas, Dimas why Ndi?"

" Here we go, Di, we'll talk here."

I moved quickly once the phone connection was disconnected, handing the twins and Zya over to the baby sitter, heading straight for the hospital with mom.

My mind and heart were instantly unsettled" What happened to Dimas to be taken to the hospital? Does this have anything to do with his headache?" I keep asking questions in my heart, as well as offering prayers to God, so that Dimas is always guarded, may Dimas be good - fine.

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