Loyalty of a Wife

Loyalty of a Wife
Ghina Sick



Aris held her meeting this morning in the company meeting room. Ghina struggled with her stomach pain which was very painful.


'Honey sick' reads a message Ghina sent to Aris.


Aris who already knew about Ghina's condition when she had the first day of menstruation has not concentrated in meeting this morning.


Aris sees his phone on and there is a message coming in from Ghina. Aris read the message. Without thinking for a long time Aris stood up.


"Bimo, Budi please continue the meeting." said Aris with a hunting tone.


"I'm sorry Mr. Hans. My wife was holding back pain alone in the room. Excuse me for going there. Go ahead with Bimo and Budi. I apologize and understanding from Mr. Hans." said Aris who immediately put his cellphone into his pocket.


"It's okay Mr. Aris." replied Mr. Hans who really knows how dear and love Aris to his wife.


Aris immediately exited the meeting room in a hurry. He entered his room quickly and did not answer Jero's greeting.


"Jero made warm tea to the pantry." cried Aris from inside the room.


Jero who understood the situation just went straight to the pantry without asking much. He doesn't want to be sprayed by Aris in a situation like the present.


"Honey." said Aris while removing his suit and draping on the chair.


Aris took Ghina into his arms. Ghina curled up to endure her stomach pain.


"People hurt." replied Ghina.


"Would you take the medicine?" ask Aris again.


Ghina shook weakly. He did not have time to buy medicine because it had been a few months back Ghina did not feel pain anymore. Aris also forgot to ask Jero to buy the drug.


Tok to tok.


"Excuse me Mr. warm tea" Jero said from the front of the room.


Aris opened the door. Aris took a cup of tea brought by Jero.


"Jer, please buy me some medicine" Aris said.


Aris whispered the medicine she asked into Jero's ear.


"Oh good sir." replied Jero.


Jero then went down to the office lobby.


"Hay sweet can this handsome Master ask for help?" ask Jero to the receptionist.


"Can Mr. Jero. What's up?" ask one of the recipes.


"Please buy this medicine to the pharmacy. Mrs Ghina was enduring the pain above." continued Jero while giving a paper containing the name of the medicine she had to buy.


Jero then sat waiting for the receptionite on the sofa in the lobby. He deliberately asked the receptionist to go buy because Jero knew what medicine he would buy. Drugs that will embarrass Jero when buying to the pharmacy. Jeri does not want to enter the same hole as his young master.


"Mr Jero this." said the receptionist while giving Jero the medicine purchased and the excess money.


"Take the change. I just need the cure." replied Jero in a cold and unsociable tone earlier when asking for help.


Jero took the medicine and headed back to Aris's room. He did not want his mistress to endure the pain any longer.


Tok to tok. Jero knocked on the door again.


" Mister" said Jero while giving Ghina the medicine.


"Makasi Jer." replied Aris.


Aris went back into the room. Jero sat on the sofa in Aris's room.


"Honey, take the medicine first" said Aris while opening the medicine.


Ghina sat down hard. His head was heavy to sit on. Aris helped Ghina take her medicine.


"Rest first yes. Later if you are not able to go home let me call Ivan to go home first." said Aris.


Ghina nodded. He returned to the kepalanga by making Ghina's thigh as a base. Aris rubbed Ghina's head gently. He continued to do so until Ghina fell asleep.


Aris looked at her fancy clock.


"Pas Argha break" said Aris.


Aris then took her cell phone. He made a video call with Ivan.


"Sir, how can I help you?" ivan asked Aris.


"Is Argha with you?" ask Aris.


"Everyone is a Master." replied Ivan.


"Hallo Daddy, what's wrong?" ask Argha who was surprised his Daddy called at school hours.


Aris then pointed her camera phone at Ghina.


"Why Mother Daddy?" argha panicked.


"Mother is sick dear." replied Aris.


Argha stopped bribing his food. He looked towards Aris asking for an explanation.


"Yes Argha. Mother's sick. So now Daddy is asking Argha, if Mommy is not cured before Argha school. Can Mother and Daddy just go home without picking up Argha first?" tanya Aris with a series of words explains the condition of Ghina to Argha.


"By Daddy. Bring your Mother home when Mother can walk. Don't force Mother. Our mother will be sick." replied Argha.


"Makasi darling." replied Aris.


"Argha continue to eat yes. Daddy accompany Mother first. A diligent school is a child." continued Aris


"Same Daddy. Take care of Mother Argha." replied Argha.


Aris put her head on the pillow. Ghina's head rests on her arms. They both chose to rest.


Long enough Aris and Ghina sleep in Aris' private room. Jero was still faithfully waiting on the sofa room while playing his cell phone. While Bimo and Budi have gone to the next meeting.


Aris rubbed his eyes that felt very heavy to be invited to wake up. Aris looked to his right. Ghina seems to be sleeping. Aris did not wake his sick wife. His stomach was actually asked to be filled. Aris closed her eyes again.


Jero who also turned out to be asleep on the sofa because he did not know what to do again was suddenly shocked to hear the sound of the door being knocked from the outside. He walked towards the door and opened the door of Aris's room.


"Young master?" jero asked in surprise when he saw who had come.


"Where are Daddy and Mommy, Om Jero?" argha asked as he walked into Aris's office.


"Still in the break room." replied Jero.


"Is Mother still sick?" ask Argha back.


"Yes." replied Jero.


Argha then sat on the sofa. He will also wait for his parents to wake up. Actually Argha wanted to go into the room, but considering Mother was sick, Argha undoes his intention.


"Since when did you get sick, Om?" Argha opened his conversation with Jero.


"After home. Suddenly Bundaa was sick." replied Jero.


"Well now you can come here instead of going straight home" said Jero who stared at the wonder of Argha who came to the office instead of directly returning to the main house.


"You look at Mother" replied Argha while staring at the door of Aris's private room which was still not open.


"Attention is also coming out Young Master" replied Jero who understood what the head of Argha is currently.


Argha was seen playing on his cell phone. Jero and Ivan discussed a few things. While they were busy with their respective activities, the door of Aris' private room opened from inside.


"Mother" cried Argha as he looked at Ghina who was walking slowly and with a pale face.


Argha threw his phone at the sofa, he immediately ran towards Ghina.


"What's sick mother?" argha asked as he hugged Ghina tightly.


"It hurts dear woman." replied Ghina replying to the embrace of her child who was in anxious mode.


"What pain is that? But didn't you make it worse?" argha asked who was astonished to hear the sick name Ghina.


"Not what. Tomorrow too will heal. How come Argha can come home from school? Not to the main house?" ask Ghina.


"Argha was worried about her so Argha came straight here" replied Argha, taking Ghina to the sofa.


"So Daddy was diced?" asked Aris protesting to her youngest child.


"Daddy is not sick so it can be alone" replied Argha ketus.


"Mother, Argha buy lunch for Mommy. But I think it's suitable to be an afternoon meal." said Argha sadly looking at the wall clock of Aris's room.


"It must have been cold and not good anymore." continued Argha still with a sad face.


"Not what dear. Mother will still eat it." replied Ghina with a smile to her youngest child who accidentally came at the time of school to deliver lunch.


Ghina ate food brought by Argha. He ate that food very well. Argha smiled happily at how greedy Ghina was to eat her lunch.


"Honey to go home. I have been dying since eating the food our dear son bought." Ghina told Aris.


"Haha. If you know that from earlier I asked Argha to bring you food dear." said Aris with a happy smile.


They then returned to the main house. Today was really a hard day for Aris because Ghina had a sudden stomachache