Me VS Crazy CEO's

Don't apologize

The anesthetic drugs in Ica's body have been exhausted. His eyes closed, not knowing how long he had been asleep. His throat was dry now.

Ica saw no Jihad beside her, she thought it would be like a novel or a tv soap opera. When the couple woke up unconscious, the person waiting for him would be beside his bed until the patient rubbed his head.

"Wake up ?!" Ica was surprised by the sound of bass belonging to Jihad. apparently Jihad had just performed his night prayer, let alone to be able to sleep soundly while sitting down. There he can't sleep, if Ica isn't conscious. Ica almost 6 hours unconscious, either a drug reaction or indeed continued with sleep because tired.

"Hey, are you awake ?!" ask Jihad again.

"Not yet, still sleeping !" Ica chuckled as if not showing that she had just lost something precious.

Jihad instead of sitting in a chair, he chose to lay down beside Ica, holding her.

The two face each other, "thank you, the clock will keep kupake, and will be my favorite clock !" say Jihad. Ica smiled sweetly, her hand still wrapped in neat plaster attached to a hose felt the tip of the hair up to the tip of the Jihad's chin.

"Pibesdey" added Ica.

"Hugs can't you ?" jihad asked, Ica giggled, but Jihad held her mouth by sticking her index finger in front of Ica's mouth.

"Shutt ! can not ngik malem malem, later dikirain me again hug the same old, "jihad sloroh.

"Don't laugh, my stomach still hurts, "Ica held back her bitter laughter.

"Well, " lamented Ica, Jihad soon arose.

"Drinking can't be much first, not because I'm stingy, but the doctor said because of the old fasting abis, continue surgery so drink it little bit first !" jihad said as his hand took the cup and the spoon.

"Yes, doctor, just let my throat not dry, "Ica replied rasping.

Jihad turns the lever on the side of the bed so that the top of the Ica can be slightly lifted.

A little bit of Ica drink from a spoon.

"How long haven't I been conscious ?" ask Ica ?"

"Ga realize what used to be, do you realize I love you do not realize if it turns out your husband is a handsome kebangetan?" Jihad lowered his eyebrows.

"Do not start fighting, I'm still sick this.kalo has recovered anyway let's go !"

"In the hot bed ?!" Jihad blinked his eyes.

"Yes, the bed on the stove, while shining coal ! let's have more polll heat up !" answer Ica wryly.

Jihad approaches and holds Ica," I'm cured dear.I don't have a tough fight, I can't fight with Kara, Milo is glaring !" for Jihad, Ica is the friend of everything, the friend of life, the friend of sharing, the friend of quarrels, the bedmate, and the friend of life.

Bughhh !!

Despite being recently conscious of the anesthetic, despite having just undergone surgery, Ica's power was strong enough to hit Jihad's chest. His eyes stared at the memicing.

"You're a bitch, you're a bad guy !" then the manyun.

"I why me?"

"Everyone is told but I'm interested" Ica protested.

"I'm sorry, bakwan. I don't know how to let you know, but it doesn't make you sad. I can't see you fall, "he said.

"But the one I forgot, if my wife is, this brother is the toughest woman" he added, putting their noses together.

"I'm sorry, "granddaughter of Ica.

"Sshhhhhh ! you're not wrong, apologize. You know I don't like it the most if you apologize to me?!"

Ica smiled obliquely, "from a long time ago.."

"Yup ! from the past !!" reset Jihad.

"Because of your apologies, always tell me the same farewell, "Jihad replied.

"This way I want to make a mistake, just don't apologize !" exclaimed Ica who was rewarded soul in her nose.

"By the way, I've pesen tart cake. It's no birthday to blow up the candles ! I want to be loved but it's just you, both !" jihad sat on the bed beside Ica.

"Yes, later I pesenin, if at this hour kang satenya still dangkep chicken with cow !" answer Jihad.

Their tests have not ended enough to arrive at the Ica curettage process, their efforts are still long. Doctors say after Ica surgery there is an effort that they must undergo, namely follow-up recovery, lowering hCG levels in Ica blood. And it is not a moment to pass it, the loyalty of Jihad and Ica deserve thumbs up if for the third person, there is no gap for them to enter. But God gives another test for the relationship of both.

Ica again held her tummy in pain, and beat Jihad whenever she made Ica want to laugh.

"Hit me yank ! hit !!! mentang mentang rich samsak, a great opportunity, " complained Jihad.

"Want to pee !!" her laugh.

"Now, take this !" Jihad gives a potty. Ica shakes unwillingly.

"Feel pee in his vegetable pot mamah !" Ica replied, Jihad shook his wife's head slowly.

"Let me take the lady to the toilet, "the jihad is shuffling from the bed.

"Why aren't you going to do anything, right ? I ain't gonna jorokin you to the closet, am I ? " ask Ica who put her hand on the neck of Jihad as Jihad lowered her.

"Thank you, I leaped to the bathtub the most, "Ica grimaced with her laughter. It is the most exciting to marry a fight friend.

"Not sick? or do you want to use a wheelchair?" asked Jihad, Ica shook her head while being helped by Jihad.

"Still, "Ica replied, as she sat in the sitting closet.

"I'm helping ?!" he asked, Ica nodded even though her face was red, she also shed her tears so moved. Until Jihad takes care of it.

"I should have taken care of you, but instead went back !" Ica.

"Hey, you cry ?! shhhhh !" Jihad grabbed Ica, rubbing her head.

"Who is more entitled or more obligated to take care of whom, we are married together, we should take care of each other..you humans, who can be sick, can be fragile and my obligation to take care of you..inget ?! I promise to God !"

Ica further hid her face in the belly of Jihad, her shoulders shaking a sign she still did not want to end her crying.

"You still want to cry I'm not forbidden, but can't not be here ? my feet pegel, over time stand !" say Jihad.

Ica again lays her blows on the waist and back of Jihad.

"You're a melow too !" Ica protests.

"You push this pole, I carry ya ?!" pinta Jihad, Ica nodded.

The nurse came with the doctor to check. Ica must come to the Hospital every 2 weeks or 4 weeks, until her hCG levels are normal again, during which time she will feel various complaints, Ica and Jihad glanced at each other.

Jihad clasped Ica's hand, bracing.

"We fight the same, "

Hospital food at all he did not touch, he prefers to eat the taichan satay as he wishes.

"Because you have to recover and need a complete break, I'm forced to ask you to leave college for a long time, you can still continue in semester 2 dear..." Jihad is sorry for that.

Ica nodded her head in understanding, her efforts to die for college must be delayed again maybe 6 months to one year.

"I'm sorry, "Ica shook her head.

"What ga what, the important thing I can nerusin college !" exclaimed Ica, Jihad smiled, lucky he had Ica, a woman who was tough, cheerful and not discouraged.

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