Look at Me, My Husband
S3. Bag 19
Spending three days in the hospital, Naina was able to breathe a sigh of relief when she was allowed to return home. No more flecks that create panic, he and Wira can be a little calm. However, Naina still has to be able to take care of herself and is not allowed to work too much.
"Mas, in the nightstand drawer is my sanitary pad."
"Yes, just a minute." The hero was busy tidying up Naina's clothes and stuffing them into a bag. There was no one in the treatment room, the man had to take care of everything by himself. It was impossible for Naina to step in.
"I hired two ARTs to cook and clean the apartment, so you don't have to do it anymore. And they'll stay with us." The hero explained while arranging his wife's underwear into a bag.
"Old assistant, Mom?" Naina took her seat, listening.
"I replaced. We need a live-in assistant, Nai."
Naina nodded. A few days locked in the treatment room, Wira took care of it painstakingly. Even her husband left work and did not go to the office at all.
"It's ready." The hero walked over to Naina who had changed clothes with a floral patterned pregnant dress. Naina looks much fresher with a pink lipstick finish, hiding her pale lips all along.
"Here you go, my mom."
"You haven't said it this afternoon." The hero reminded, tidying up some of Naina's hair strands that were scattered and tucking them behind the earlobe.
Naina stared at the clock on the wall, the time was 13:30 p.m.
"I love you, Mom."
That piece of love slid smoothly from Naina's lips. Compared to three days ago, now he was starting to smoothly and get used to it. Not awkward and timid anymore like the first time I said it.
"Thank you, Nai." Wira smiled, even wanted to laugh with the drama they were doing. If this wasn't a show, he'd be so happy.
Since the mutual agreement, the heroes changed a lot. His usual cold attitude suddenly faded. The wall that once stretched high between the husband and wife collapsed in a matter of seconds. Circumstances turn. Naina can be a little relieved, although the word divorce from Wira still floats in her mind at all times.
Pregnant women are not ready and never ready for divorce. However, if Wira forced, Naina could only accept with a chest of air. In life, he is just an actor who lives everything according to the scenario of God. Cannot resist or force. Fate was written for him, even before he was born into the world.
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William's car sped up, ripping through the streets of the capital, ready to take Wirayudha's husband and wife back to the apartment. The sun began to fall towards the western horizon, not as bright as when still at the top of the head. The hero is seen leaning back in the back seat while closing his eyes. On the left side of the man looked Naina who was staring at the husband unblinkingly.
"Grad ...." Hero cleared slowly. Her lips were still open with her eyes closed.
Naina jerks. The voice of the Spirit made him realize that since then he only looked at the Hero.
"Shameful." Naina bathes. Hurriedly tidied up his seat, refocusing his attention to the streets. He was wrong when he was caught by the hero.
"Why, Nai? You admire your husband?" tanya Wira opened her eyelids slowly. That smile had not disappeared from his handsome face.
"No, Mas." Naina shook her head, covering her embarrassment.
"Yes .. is okay too. Am I not your husband. It's your right to look at me at all times." The hero chuckled, turning to look at Naina who was throwing her eyes at the highway.
The laughter was still heard as Wira grabbed Naina's hand and linked her fingers to her wife's fingers.
"Come, what do you want to see. Now you're free to look at him, Nai."
"No, Mom." Naina said slowly.
Hero relented. He does not want to force. Instead, the man shifted his seat and laid his head on Naina's shoulders. She was enjoying the feminine scent coming out of Naina's body. Three years apart, things change in Naina. But the smell remains the same. The aroma that the hero always misses. Being able to calm the concussion, able to strengthen his fragile soul.
"Maas ...." Naina turned her head as she felt a puff of Wira's breath feel close.
"I'm fine, Nai. I'm enjoying our time together which is a while away." The hero said spoiledly.
"Maas ...." Hesitating, Naina patted the head of the Hero who was now infiltrating the niche of her neck.
"Let me hug you. I haven't hugged you in a long time." The hero muttered softly as he wrapped his hands around his waist and the wife's rounded belly.
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"Dad!" Vienna ran, hugging the two legs of the Hero as the apartment door opened.
Since learning of the return of her father and mother, the little girl was already impatient. There are many misses that he wants to share with his parents. Three days already, he was only accompanied by Rima. I went to see Naina in the hospital, but not for long.
"Oh, Daddy's daughter." The hero grabbed the body of Vienna and carried it.
Looking behind, Naina and William who brought in her master's clothing bag followed in.
"Mom, where's this put?" William asked.
Naina's confused. Inside the bag were his clothes and equipment mixed with the Wira's.
"Em ... just put it in the guest room, Will," Naina broke up.
"Good." William according, glanced at the Hero who was joking with his daughter.
Before long, William was seen saying goodbye after completing his task. Likewise the Hero who rushed into the room to clean himself. Naina, Vienna and Rima are left to exchange stories in the living room while enjoying a television show.
Vienna, which has not been spoiled for a long time, rises on Naina's lap. Her tiny hands were unceasingly stroking her round stomach.
"Mother, are you healed?" ask her with typical children's speech style.
"Yes, Honey. It's just that you can't be tired, you have to rest a lot." Naina explains. The cute face of Vienna that looks adorable.
"Tonight .. bobok with Mommy, yes. You miss you, son." Naina cradles her daughter's tiny body in a hearty manner, paying for the homesickness she held while hospitalized.
"Yes, Mother. Bobok cama Vienna, cama adek," exclaimed Vienna with a happy hue. Sitting while moving his body left and right, expressing his happiness.
"Mother misses you, son." Naina clenched and kissed her daughter's puffed cheek. The little girl's laughter echoed, filling the living room that had been silent for a few days.
The mother and son are enjoying their togetherness when the Hero who has finished cleaning the body appears and calls Naina from behind her bedroom door.
"Nai, prepare my clothes," Pinta Wira, standing in the doorway with only a towel wrapped around her waist. The man's hair was still wet, dripping on his shoulders and chest.
Naina is surprised, trying to digest back what Wira wants.
"My clothes, Nai. Isn't preparing my clothes your job?" The hero is still waiting.
"Yes, Mum." The pregnant mother dropped her daughter off her lap.
"Mother will prepare your clothes first, dear. We'll play again, yeah." Naina rushed towards the room of the Hero.
The hero gave a smile as Naina stepped into the room. "Nai, make me some fried rice as usual, yeah. I miss your fried rice."
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