In the Name of Love

Helping you

Bagaskara blinked his eyes squeakingly adjusting the light around him. A momentarily opening briefly closed his eyes, after which he stared around his. Lonely, there's a man sleeping across from her. On the sofa waiting room one room with her, "It wasn't Larasati, turned her back.

The male body is clearly visible, who? His mind stared at him unblinking. "Maybe he's Akbar? Yeah, well, he and Larasati must be home." Inner Bagaskara.

Clamps. The door opened, someone entered the room. "Hey, Dirga's awake! You buffalo!" Hardik Akbar kicked the sofa with his foot.

"Body,. Aren't you awake? Clean up the prayer!" The man put two food stereophomes, took off the jacket and kept the pecans in his bag.

"Sir Bagaskara!" Akbar sped up close to the man and reflexively pressed the emergency button for the nurse.

Dirga who was lazy immediately moved to follow him. With footsteps approaching them, doctors and nurses ran to them to check on Bagaskara's condition. Both gave the medical staff space.

"Ten minutes ago I checked it there was no sign he was aware. Doc." The nurse explained about the situation nervously. Fear of being blamed by his senior doctor.

The doctor nodded while examining the motor of the eye, the following others. "It's good you've woken up from a long sleep. We see the physical changes are good, everything is normal. May I heal and go home? Act as usual." Said the doctor.

"Amen." Akbar said quickly, Bagaskara only nodded confirming he was still weak.

After finishing checking the doctor was resigned, before long Larasati entered carrying a paper bag with Cicilia, Galuh. "Mas Bagaskara." Larasati cried stifled to hold back her need to step closer.

The woman took over sitting next to Bagaskara, Akbar went aside to sit on the sofa followed by Galuh Cicilia. Dirga stared softly at the two with no intention of covering up her feelings.

Galuh and Cicilia followed him from behind, Akbar just clucked at Dirga's nelangsa expression. Akbar chose to stand by his friends' side.

"I'm happy, thank God you're sober. I'm happy, you're able to get through it." Isak Larasati hugged Bagaskara's arm. Bagaskara rubs smooth, slow movements almost tasteless. Larasati understood that her husband had just regained consciousness after a night he had not been awake.

According to the doctor he should have been awake after surgery, but he has not given any signs of consciousness. Even if it shows he's past his critical time. And all health checks are progressing but Bagaskara is still unconscious.

"I'm worried about you, though,. What the hell are you thinking? Don't you love us?" Larasati only sobbed while stroking Bagaskara's arm.

"Alhamdulillah, you are saved." Bagaskara lirih's reply was barely audible. But Larasati understood her husband's intentions. She stood up and put her husband's hand on her stomach.

"We're not hurt, it's all thanks to you. You've done a great job as a husband and father. I just fainted from the shock of seeing that and your blood."

"Baby's well he's not hurt, we're worried about you." Obviously Larasati faltered in between his soft stuff.

"I'm sorry, it worries you. Thanks." Bagaskara rubs the smooth belly of the distended Larasati. Also staring at his friends Larasati.

"I deliberately did not tell father, he was old kasian if back and forth long journey to here." Larasati.

Bagaskara blinked and said, "Thank you.". "Get well soon, I hope this is the last time you're sick. O, yes the woman is under more investigation. And Papa took care of everything, and demanded it. He's been helped by your assistant." Dirga is further away. Everything was silent for a moment, awkward and stiff.

"I say goodbye, hope you recover quickly and go home and move as usual. Bye everything." Dirga stepped out in haste as soon as he left the room.

Wanting to get away as soon as possible so that no one sees her slumped, she's terrible because her first love was broken before it developed.

The man was crying behind the wheel of his car. Sobbing while drowning his face in his wheel. "I don't deserve to be happy because of Papa's karma for doing evil to him. "

"I'm sorry, Papa, Auntie. Forgive her, may you be happy in heaven, I promise I'll look after your daughter like a sister protecting her sister. "

"Even though he hates me so much because of Papa's actions towards you. Mama also regrets what Papa did, forgive us." Jerit Dirga pilu. Crying in his car.

It's too late to fix everything, if Papa doesn't take his hands off and doesn't hurt him. Dirga was pessimistic with all his efforts to approach Larasati.

"My sister suffered too much to be treated like it was also used as her tool, it's only natural that she hated us all." Mumbled Dirga.

The man straightened his body and rubbed his face with the tissue box staring straight, blankly. After he was ready, he moved to drive his car away from the hospital.

In the hospital room Bagaskara had started drinking milk and diluted porridge, Larasati served him painstakingly. While his friend came home leaving a couple of husband and wife were both past their time together.

The three left the place half an hour after Dirga's departure, and will return later in the afternoon and of course Akbar will accompany at night while his two colleagues accompanied Larasati in his apartment.

"Thank you, you're in times like these." Bagaskara lirih. "I'm your wife. It's my duty, you also give me my freedom. I thought it would be like a nightmare to marry you."

"I thought it would be like in that flying fish soap opera.." In Larasati's words, Bagaskara smiled as he played his fingers. Not to be separated from the smile Bagaskara said.

"You're beautiful, but what happened to you is against your will. I'm sorry, you were made as a debt repayment tool. I honestly don't have anything I can offer you in exchange."

"I don't even act fair to you, I always make unilateral decisions without asking you. I'm sorry I hurt you too."

Bagaskara looked at the wife's face fixed unblinkingly, Larasati just fell silent teary-eyed reply to Bagaskara's eyes.

"I need more humanely when I'm on your side. You never yell, or say rude things. How can I hate you. Even if you're not fair ... And yet you make me live comfortably, what can I do.."

Larasati sobbed his face, Bagaskara only sighed at the wife's sentimental behavior.