Marriage Ends in Love.

CHAPTER 44 THE INNER WAR

"You... You why Ran.., you catch a cold?

Just spit..." Mas Tama opened a door in the corner of this room like his bathroom.

Without thinking I quickly ran towards the door that had been opened mas Tama and I immediately vomited my stomach contents but nothing came out but the nausea that I felt more so. And mas Tama without me asking to massage my arms slowly with eucalyptus oil.

For a few minutes I tried to vomit all my stomach contents due to nausea but still only clear liquid came out. Instantly I felt nauseous almost sitting in the bathroom sinks.

Mas Tama quickly grabbed my waist and swiftly carried me back to the room and gently placed me on the bed and quickly opened one button of my kebaya shirt and smeared with oil white wood on my neck and chest. After waking up to the action of his hand because of panic mas Tama reflex pulled him. I was also surprised to close the clothes whose buttons were opened suddenly by mas Tama.

"Sorry Ran. I'm sorry. Call mom" he said, turning his eyes toward the wall.

"No need to mas, maybe the stomach acid is already past one hour. Like in the cover of Rana bring her stomach acid medication"

"Yes let the mas get it. then get warm water yes let's enjoy the stomach"

I just nodded slowly because my body was completely limp instantly due to vomiting clear liquid.

Not long ago mas Tama returned with a tray filled with warm water and a plate of rice. Followed by a mother who looks panicked.

"Aren't you all right, Rana? Just call the doctor, okay?" Now buk Tatik is sitting next to me and checking my forehead and stroking my hand.

"Ndak papa buk. stomach acid is possible recurrent"

"Yes, you don't have to go out anymore. In the room only yes. Just wait for Rana. Later if there is a guest you just call ya"

"Yes ma'am" replied Mas Tama who was now following mother and locked the door.

"Eat first Ran, again made the same porridge buk le Cahya later now eat first a little for the wedge of the stomach" Mas Tama handed over one plate of rice with one slice of tempe bacem as well as half-cooked fried eggs.

"Newly there is this menu is afraid that others there are spices fear your stomach acid is getting worse"

"I took a plate from Tama's hand"

"mas Tama ain't eating?" ask me because he hasn't had lunch until now.

"Here eat first though a little, it's past lunchtime mas. Rana's not finished with this portion, we're a plate of both huh?"

Mas Tama sat back and faced me. I also scooped rice and tempe bacem and I thrust it towards mas Tama. Mas Tama was still glued as if astonished by my actions. A few seconds later Mas Tama opened his mouth and chewed a mouthful of rice that had landed gently in his mouth.

The sound of mixed music outside sounded so clear and loud but not in this room. I finished a plate of rice brought by Tama mas by feeding the contents alternately to Tama mas and my mouth. The atmosphere as if the terrace was so quiet with the clumsiness of the two of us with the scene of eating one plate together.

"Thank you, Ran, you know this little attention you'll have this much later this week and today you're giving it. Mas like a man breaking his fast in the month of Ramadan hehe..." Mas Tama looks happy. Her happiness emanated clearly from her eyes and face.

"What do you want to change your clothes for?" ask her back

"Just go first"

It looks like Tama opened the closet and pulled out some basic black pants and navy shirt. Then mas Tama opened the maroon red cover with my change of clothes. she picked up a matching colored gown with her shirt and and a silver-colored hijab and that made me round my eyeball Mas Tama took the complete underwear that I kept in the most part of the bag small in front of cover.

"Mas... let Rana ready herself" I said embarrassed after mas Tama put my change of clothes on the nightstand next to our bed.

"You are still weak.your face looks pale Ran, if you want to shower in the bathroom there is a shower that can directly warm water. but I'm sorry there's no Bathtub room like in a Korean drama, because your husband isn't the CEO hehe...." mas Tama passed and disappeared behind the bathroom door and not long heard the splashing sound of water.

For a class of people like me, I feel lucky and happy, considering that I am just a person from the village and have a family that struggles to live and lectures from gardening that only has a few hectares to get a husband like you, he said, in-laws are like buk kades and now your house is even more comfortable than mine. Where there is air conditioning in each room and the bedroom is equipped with a bathroom.

Before long mas Tama has appeared with his full outfit and combing hair and wearing a fresh citrus-scented perfume.

"Mas out yes. if there is any phone only his mobile phone mas make vibrating mode"

I nodded my head and stood up to clean myself and change the traditional Javanese dressing clothes I was wearing now made me a little difficult to stand. Mas Tama made me stand up.

"Mas loves you Ran..... Don't be too shy with me. Your husband shows you your side of indulgence. Do not be ashamed let alone ask for help even though you know you have not wholeheartedly accepted your heart" Mas Tama is now standing in front of me and holding both my shoulders and peeling my forehead long enough then out of the room died myself.

I sat back down and now I clasped tightly to wear the dressing that was prepared mas Tama earlier and I felt tight in the chest and a sense of wanting to cry.

"Come on Rana... open your heart... throw away your ego...he is a good man and is waiting for you.... should you continue to keep a distance with your current status....." my mind is at war with my logic and ego As soon as I cover my face with the clothes and hijab that I held tightly.