Love Shielded Risue

keikhlasan Akhri

Since the verdict of Cancer. Nia's life is no longer the same. Full of sadness that sometimes leads to a bad mood. Frequent irritability suddenly, or even more jealousy that sometimes drains patience.

Akhri tries to understand, but sometimes he gets out of control too. So inhabiting Nia for a moment became an option.

However, it is not a good thing that is the end. In fact, it is the children who are affected. As of this moment, Nia spoke while crying to the youngest if the child would soon be staying with Nini because of her imminent Ummi age.

That obviously made Akhri regret Nia's attitude. Why say something that makes your kids sad. Fortunately the youngest did not understand so much, he only whined asking to stay here with Ummi and Abinya.

His afternoon...

Akhri opens the door of his room with Nia. That made Nia who was already near the door a little surprised. Because of his heart intent he wanted to lock the door of their room before clearing his wound.

"Why did you come in?"

"Yes, I want to go to the room, I want to keep you."

"No need. Brother's mending out first, I want to clean my wounds."

"It just so happens, let me help you clean up."

"No need! I can do it myself."

"Dik, don't dong. Brother, I'm sorry, don't keep sulking."

Nia turned her face away, walking away and sitting at her dresser. Akhri himself locked the door and approached his wife. After that reach for the wound cleaning fluid and gauze.

"Here let you clean up. If you yourself must be in trouble."

"Nia said no! Then you'll be disgusted by it." Nia snatched the gauze in the hands of her husband. "Here's the wound cleaning fluid."

"No, you will not love." Akhri.

"What a hell, I need that Bang!" He snapped, but immediately turned his face when he found Akhri's gaze on him.

"Bik, you want me to be softer. Try not to get angry like this."

"Ck!" Nia left Akhri and moved to sit on her bed. The man sighed, he grabbed the medicine box on the table then brought it near Nia.

"Here you clean it up first." Akhri touches the shirt button on Nia's chest but is held back by the owner. "Dik–"

"No, Nia was ashamed that she had hurt Nia" he whined.

"Ngapain ashamed, have you ever seen what his wounds look like." Akhri intends to open it again but the intention remains to hold it.

"But today is more disgusting. Nia herself was disgusted by it."

"Not going to disgust you, Sister. That's why you see first."

"No want! Shrimp Abang out there," Nia pushed her husband's hand slowly. At that moment, he even got a warm embrace from Akhri.

"Don't be like this, brother. Brother really sincerely wants to take care of you."

"Figure lies!! She has been willing to divorce Nia many times. Now you should let Nia like this come home soon."

"Astagfirullah al'azim, Nia."

"Udah Abang and Nia Abang, get out there." Whining, but not taken care of by the husband. He actually kissed his head long enough, trying to dampen Nia's emotions at this time.

If you can be honest? That brother is already impatient with your attitude like this. But I don't want to hurt you anymore. You will try to be patient, take care of you until you recover. Hope you can show proof of your love for your brother at this time.

Akhri let go of his kiss and lowered his head, raising his wife's chin. Nia's nervous look was directed at him. Along with Akhri's sincere smile.

Bang Akhri smiled so beautifully at me? Never been like this before. The smile that he always directed to his former first wife was now directed to me. (Name)

The woman took off her husband's hand and turned her face away.

"Dik, would you mind if you were the one who treated me?"

Oh my God, it's getting worse. Your kasian, brother.

"Disease right? Brother must have changed his mind. I'm mending no need, even brother is not willing to eat." Nia released the hand of the husband who was still holding his clothes, but Akhri actually kissed the upper part of his chest that was experiencing swelling. Suddenly it made Nia surprised, but moved as well. He bit the tip of his own lips feeling uncomfortable because he was worried that Akhri must have smelled an unpleasant smell from his wound.

His heart seemed to be pounding more and more. His heart was throbbing again. Nia shed tears.

"That's not disgusting, really," he said later. Nia herself could no longer answer, and she let Akhri carry her clothes to her shoulder. After that reach for gauze and a bottle filled with wound cleaning fluid.

"Slow down, Bang," he muttered.

"Yes, you slow down." Akhri started touching the wound with his cloth slowly, occasionally glancing towards Nia. "It hurts, doesn't it?"

"A little bit, but not papa," he answered. Akhri smiled and continued his work. Meanwhile, Nia's gaze was fixed on the husband who only visible part of her hair. Because his head was slightly bowed.

With a smile published, Nia was glad her husband was now acting sweet. But sad too, because the disease makes his body may be more not beautiful in the view.

After cleaning the wound, Akhri rearranged. "You want to change clothes, right?"

"Later on. Then change clothes will also be dirty again to nan*h."

"No papa, it will be wet if only change again. You should always change your clothes so you don't get bacteria, huh?"

"Yes, Bang."

"Pick up the shirt first." Akhri moved to the wardrobe. He grabbed one of Nia's clothes after that helped remove the clothes his wife was still wearing, before replacing it with a new one.

Not only that, he also took a comb before removing the hairband on Nia's head. Her long hair is decomposed, but a little tangled because since Nia is sick rarely clean the hair and comb it.

"It's hard, Bang?" Nia asked, as she felt once her feet the man combed her hair.

"No, really. This brother can." Akhri kissed Nia's head with tenderness, making the one treated like that smile.

"dude? Brother must be good with Nia because Nia is sick, huh?"

"What do you ask? Definitely not, Sister." Akhri is still focused on combing.

"If not, why is it that you are now paying attention like this? It's cheating I just feel brother's affection for a minute."

"Nia. My brother doesn't like the horror. You must be healed, I'm sure. Just so you want to talk to brother. We will do what the doctor recommends for you. Don't delay any longer."

"I'm afraid of getting ugly in front of you" he replied.

"Love does not look at the physical. Especially if your love is for God... I'm sure you will never decrease, even increase," he said while focusing on re-binding Nia's hair that he had combed neatly.

Nia was just silent, her heart was feeling a sensation that she herself brushed it off. Thought it was no use anymore to be flattered. Because she thought her husband must be lying. His words were just sweeteners.

"Tomorrow a haircut, huh?" Akhri said. Nia nodded her head giving a sign of rejection. "Why?"

"No, I don't want a haircut. After all, if chemo, then my hair will also run out. I just want to keep my long hair even for a moment.

Akhri was silent, He came back down from the bed only to crouch down to face Nia.

"Would you like some chemotherapy?"

"Abang has been persuading me for weeks. And I'm tired of hearing it."

"MashaAllah..." Akhri.

"Abang looks happy I want to be in chemo? Want to quickly see me bald?"

Akhri chuckled softly. "No, my brother is happy. Because the sooner you're treated, the greater your chances of recovery, sister."

Nia pulled half her lips, smiling faintly. But after that Akhri moved only to hug his wife. While whispering that he wanted Nia to heal and accompany him to age together, it also made his spirit to heal appear. Yes, for the love of Akhri who wants to feel longer, also children. He must be able to heal.