Marriage Becomes Love

Chapter 117 Conscious (2)

"A-ashila…"

The deg!

Hearing a very familiar voice calling her name, Ashila raised her head, she immediately pressed a button that could contact the doctor quickly. After a few minutes, the doctor arrived.

"Dok, t-so my husband held my head, Doc. He called me too."

"I'll check. Ma'am please come out first."

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After waiting for the doctor to examine Rayhan, the doctor finally came out.

"How, Doc?" ask papa Yahya.

"Thank God, praise be to God, the patient is really past his critical period, maybe soon enough."

Degh's!

Papa Yahya was silent for a moment, his sense of sadness just disappeared. The middle-aged man turned around and immediately hugged the body of the wife who also smothered his mouth in disbelief.

Kayla and Ashila embrace each other. Kayla was very happy because her sister would really come to her senses. While Ashila cried out in tears, the girl stroked her still flat stomach lovingly. "Honey, soon you can meet with dad," he said berbatin.

One of the nurses came out of Rayhan's room. "Alhamdulillah, now that the patient is aware, the patient continues to call Ashila," he said.

"Thank you, Sister. Thank you, Doctor."

The whole family immediately went into Rayhan's ward. As for Ashila, the girl just froze, digesting the doctor's words. Until she finally realized and immediately ran in a hurry to get into the nursery of her husband.

Her happiness could not be expressed in words only when Ashila saw Rayhan was conscious with his body slightly leaning against the wall of the cage, even though his body was still lying. The breathing apparatus that was always attached to his nose was now released. Revealing Rayhan's face that still looks pale, but does not reduce his good looks.

One by one the family members hugged Rayhan, they were so grateful that the man finally opened his eyes after almost two months.

Ashila walked slowly towards Rayhan's cage. His eyes were not shuffled from Rayhan. Really, she misses her husband.

"Yes…"

Rayhan let go of his embrace from his mother when he heard a very familiar voice calling out to him, a voice that he longed for so much. The man looked.

"Silk…"

Rayhan's weak voice softly passed through the wife's ears. The voice that made Ashila's heart craze inside there. Ashila quickly imprints herself on the man. Hugging him tightly as if he did not want to be separated.

"Mas, hicks…"

Ashila returned to her tears, she was truly grateful and happy that God had returned her husband to her.

"Syutt. Don't cry, I'm here."

Rayhan's hand gently rubbed Ashila's back, his lips peeked at Ashila's head wrapped in a pink veil.

"I'm grinning. You finally realized it too."

Ashila let go of her embrace for a while, looking up at her head, looking at her husband with love and shade.

Slowly Rayhan kissed Ashila's forehead lovingly. Then the man pulled the nape of Ashila, fused his forehead and Ashila's forehead, and even the noses of the two met, thus clearing the distance between them. While Ashila just smiled while closing her eyes.

Both of them seemed to be unaware of the situation, where not only the two of them were in the room. However, Deheman's voice made the two flinch, Ashila immediately distanced her face from the husband. While Rayhan only rubbed his nape while chuckling softly.

"Euu–"

Rayhan's speech was interrupted because Dadya's father cut him off.

"We'd better get out, we'll give Rayhan space to Ashila to let go of each other."

Rayhan chuckled softly. "Actually I was gonna say that, Pa."

Everyone laughed at Rayhan. Then one by one started out of the room to leave Rayhan and Ashila alone in the room.

"Dear, here."

Rayhan patted the side of his bed to the right. She shifted her body to the left to make room for Ashila.

"What are you doing? A loader?"

Ashila exhaled slowly. Then she immediately took a position lying next to Rayhan, making her husband's right hand into her cushion.

"Mas."

"Hem."

Ashila touched Rayhan's head covered in bandages. "It still hurts?"

"A little dizzy, but no papa really."

Ashila nodded then looked at Rayhan wistfully.

"Why?" ask Rayhan.

"Sorry, yeah. Because of me you get hurt like this," Ashila said guiltily.

"Syyuut..You said what the hell! I should be the one apologizing, because it's already hurt you a lot in our marriage." Rayhan stroked Ashila's head. "Sorry, yes, because I'm not a good husband to you yet" Rayhan continued.

"I'm the one who's sorry for not being the perfect wife to you."

"I'm the one who's sorry" Rayhan said.

"I."

"I."

"ah! Be stuck. Anyway, we both apologize to each other, if not stopped now, surely the end will be debate" said Ashila ended the debate.

Rayhan smiling. "Judah yes, but..."

"But what?"

"I miss the same debate with you. The most famous is playing wars with you." Rayhan grinned devil. "Or we play the war at sin–awww! It hurts, Yang." Rayhan complained of pain as Ashila pinched her chest.

"Who's perverted. Just realized from the coma, you are already perverted, astonished," said Ashila while turning a lazy ball.

"Hehee. sorry, deh. His name is also a kangen right," said Rayhan while stroking Ashila waist plan.

"Oh, yes, Mas. I. There's good news for you."

"What happy news?"

"I'm…"

Rayhan frowned then repeated his wife's words. "I…? What am I, darling."

"Here, I can whisper."

Ashila put her head close to Rayhan's ear while whispering. "I. ha-mil."

The man widened his eyes as the words came out of Ashila's mouth. "What's? Are you serious, honey? You.." Rayhan turned his gaze to look at Ashila's flat stomach, "...are you really pregnant?"

"Yes, Mas, I'm pregnant, soon Mas will be a father," Ashila said with a big smile showing her neat teeth and clean white.

"Subhanallah, darling. I'm finally a dad." Rayhan immediately rushed to embrace Ashila tightly, then the man kissed his wife's face all-out. Her happiness can no longer be contained. Rayhan's heart was very flowering when he heard Ashila was pregnant, the result of her own seed.

"Mas, I can't breathe, one second." Ashila looks upset.

"I'm sorry, honey, abis.I'm so happy" said Rayhan. "Oh, yeah, how old is it, baby?"

"About 10 weeks, Mas."

Rayhan touched Ashila's stomach. "What a girl is this, huh? What's the baby boy's name, huh? what's the name of the woman, huh?" monologue Rayhan.

Ashila just smiled looking at her exuberant looking husband.

"Oh my goodness, my. Still far away." Ashila shook her head with a slow throb.

"The call will be father-mother, yes," said Rayhan enthusiastically.

"Yes, it's up to you."

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