LET ME GO MY HUSBAND

CHAPTER 61 Treat Me With Your Warmth

The night is getting late. Nindi and Adi say goodbye to Andhira. Although they actually did not have the heart, but Adi had to go the next day out of town to work, and it made Nindi have to prepare all her needs. So, inevitably they had to leave Andhira alone guarding Daffa.

"You're okay, will you be left behind? Do you need to call Mom to accompany you here?"

"It's okay, Ma'am. Please don't tell mom now. Dhira doesn't want me to worry."

"Okay, honey." Nindi hugs Andhira as a farewell before finally leaving with Adi.

Now, Andhira lives alone to befriend the unconscious Daffa. He dragged a special chair to look after the patient and sat right on the side of the Daffa patient's bed. Her net attached a look to her Husband's face wrapped in bandages on the head.

"Mas, I can't sleep tonight. Don't you want to ask me?" andhira lirih. He was crying in a smile. Feeling the heart-slicing pain in his chest.

"Is that why you forgot your own words, Mom?"

"Wouldn't it be you yourself who said 'never get tired of fighting to believe you'. Then, why after I struggle, even you who do not believe and do not want to hear my words, Mas?"

"Mas, I'm here. I promise you, tonight and the nights that follow, we'll sleep together. Hugging each other for a long time. Isn't that what I want?"

The rain of tears again occurred, after a cloudy cloud that enveloped Andhira's face. Suddenly, he felt desperate. Her hair began to re-emaas hard as usual when her depression phase came.

"Medicine ...," he wrote. He immediately took the details of the medicine in the bag, then drank it.

Not long after, Andhira calmed down again and began to be able to control himself. His mind is too tired. He fell asleep a while after that. Sitting in a chair and head on the side of a Daffa patient's bed. The curvature of the hand and the fingers were curled into the body of the man who was still stretched helpless.

Daffa opened his eyes while moving his stiff hands and feet. He opened his eyes, then smiled looking at Andhira who was loyal to guard him to sleep. Gently stroked Andhira's head with fingers that still feel pain when moved.

"It turns out this hurt to love you, Dhira. I had to be willing to get hurt just to get to the truth. And it turns out, all my efforts were not in vain. I've heard it all."

Yes, Daffa did suffer many injuries including those on his head. About all that Daffa does not pretend. However, his unconscious mind .. he is not entirely right. Because in fact, Daffa was awake a few hours after getting a handler from a doctor.

***

The next morning, Andhira woke up and felt something on her head. "Mas Daffa .. was he conscious? Why is his hand on my head?" andhira looked over Daffa's body, which seemed unmoving. He frowned feeling binging.

"If you don't move yourself then who put Mas Daffa's hand on my head?" andhira was filled with questions.

"Mas ..," said Andhira as she grabbed Daffa's hand from above her head and placed it to the side of Daffa's body.

Daffa pretended not to be conscious. He still wanted to see how Andhira would react next. "Come, Dhira. Say again that we will always be together and embrace each other," Daffa hoped inwardly.

However, after a while. Andhira's voice was gone no longer heard. "Why so lonely? Is he gone?" inner Daffa was still waiting for the beautiful words from Andhira's mouth, but apparently Andhira wasn't there.

He moved to sit. "Aakh," cried Daffa feeling pain all over his body.

Daffa's face continued to grimace. "I don't like this pain, but for the sake of hearing another sweet word from my wife's mouth is fine, I will try to endure it" Daffa said.

"Mas, are you conscious? Thank goodness .. I miss you, Mas." Andhira appeared suddenly from the direction of the bathroom.

Daffa was frozen still. He pretended to be ordinary. Though, his heart dag-dig-dug is not careless. Only, he deliberately wanted to feel those kind of longings, or other sweet words that were present from Andhira's mouth that spoiled the ears.

"Awww," cried Daffa showing the connection. As if asking to be noticed by Andhira.

"It hurts, Mom? Where is the sick?" andhira said with a panic that flattered Daffa.

"Here." Daffa pointed at the chest with his chin, then directed Andhira's hand to touch it there.

"What does this mean that Mas Daffa is still hurt and jealous of me?" andhira asked questions.

"Mas, about that bouquet of flowers"

"Already, Dhira. I don't want to hear about that anymore!" daffa concluded.

"But I don't want you to misunderstand me and accuse me of anything. You know, it feels like being forced to admit what we didn't do? It hurts, Mom." Andhira complained while putting on her sad face.

"Aren't you happy that I misunderstood you, and left you?" lontar Daffa is flat-pitched.

"What do you mean, Mom? You think it's that easy to let go of the people we love?" ketus Andhira's.

"What evidence do you have to convince me? If it's just words, everyone can." Daffa is acting again.

"So my honesty doesn't prove enough? This is so evil, "Andhira said.

"Come kiss me, baby. I want you to do it first. It was always me who kissed you, "inwardly Daffa was hopeful.

I don't know what miracle happened. Andhira, however, seemed to hear the desire that was buried in Daffa's heart. First he looked into Daffa's eyes with a look of love like he missed something. Soon, her soft lips had landed on the surface of Daffa's lips, followed by a very gentle and soul-stirring sip.

Daffa widened his eyes. He had not expected the desire of his heart to materialize so quickly. He pushed Andhira's back head so that their kiss became deeper.

"Shiyit! He always managed to tense my heirloom, even though I was in such a state of pain" whispered Daffa cursing.

The next second, Andhira let go of her kiss. Then, he covered his face with both hands. Maybe he's embarrassed. Her lips felt thick from her hot kiss with Daffa. You guys know no? Feeling after a fight is a very different sensation.

"M-mas, I want to go du-"

"Where are you going, honey? Stay right here! I need you," Daffa pleaded. A beautiful smile rose from his lips.

"Is there a rose petal on your cheek?" ask Daffa while researching the surface of Andhira's face.

"Huh? N-no, Mum. Where's the rose from?" andhira answered nervously.

"Hemm, no, huh? So, why are your cheeks red?" continue Daffa again with a teasing tone.

"Damnah! They fooled me, huh? Wicked!" whinek Andhira spoiled.

"Hihi .. I like to see you misbehaving. What else is ...."

"Well what, Mom? Don't think, yeah!" andhira said, crossing Daffa's sentence.

"Leave it, after all, the same wife herself 'will be able to mess around," ledek Daffa teased Andhira, smiling mischievously.

"This gold! Being sick is still annoying" Andhira said.

Daffa pulled Andhira's arm until his body was carried away to Daffa. "Take me with your warmth, dear."

"Mas, but this is in the hospital. What if someone catches us?" hold Andhira.

"Yes, that's their pain."

"Bad gold!" cela Andhira, leaving Daffa.

"Honey, where are you going?" spoiled Daffa whine.

"Find breakfast outside first, Mas. I'm not sure you'll like hospital food" Andhira said.

Daffa smiled with relief. "If this is the way, it is not in vain that I am injured and my car is damaged" Daffa muttered after Andhira left the room. He was very happy to get all the attention from Andhira.

***

In the same hotel room, Farid still enjoys his company with Shella. He had no idea that his actions brought any happiness to Daffa and Andhira. The man still seemed to be celebrating his victory.

[The phone rings.]

"Farid, your phone is ringing" Shella said.

"Look! Who would dare interrupt my pleasure?" farid said, ordering Shella to see the incoming call.

"Change!" shella said while showing the screen of the phone ringing.

"Siaaal! What do you want, old man?" he dislikes and feels disturbed.

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