MY 250 MILLION PEARLS

18. Meiska Contacting

"Are you sure you're okay?" Unexpectedly Hana the husband knelt in front of her chair. Giving elusan to his arm, as well as a gentle look through the still sad eyes of the man. And the voice asked a little raspy leftover sniffled.

Hana nodded without any hesitation. "...but it's quiet again." the news, back to look at the face, especially Luke's eyes.

Luke, who seemed hesitant, raised his left hand and opened his palm, touching and gently sweeping the passage to the surface of Hana's large belly. Just making Hana secretly stung like a fine-grained stun, 'shock' received Luke's first sweet treatment on his stomach that was rubbed.

And impact? Instead of calming even make a bristling. Thrilling at once. Infused, while being stared at...

While some distant families who were previously outside the ICU room then one by one allowed to enter visiting.

Luke did not pay attention to them. Only on Hana did he pay more attention.

As if for a moment forgotten the body of the mother, which then has begun to be taken care of by various parties.

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Perhaps this is the impact or influence of being left forever by his beloved mother, after Luke turned quiet and withdrew within a few days after his return from Solo, this morning Hana found that the man did not wake up from his sleep. Even though the time has shown at 6:45.

Getting up from those sleepings, because it had been since 1 hour ago the man opened his eyes but just kept silent, turned back to Hana with a pillow roll. Look lazily at the clock on the nightstand near the head.

While behind in a position facing the open wardrobe, Hana noticed while pretending to busy herself choosing a change of clothes, which will be worn after bathing later.

Poor Luke. Still sad and sad. More strike talk. And now reluctant to get out of bed to go to work.

This is how the man came back from Solo this Monday night. He left the office for almost 2 weeks.

Of course Hana is very understanding and understanding.

10 Years ago he was like this Luke after his father died. Sad, as if lazy to continue living. More want to be silent with nothing to do even just talk one word.

His world felt empty and desolate. No longer the figure of the father who used to cook the side dish for his provisions at work...

A hobbyist father and adept at cooking many types of local food. The father who treats himself with love is like a child at once like a sister only. Father who never tired of driving him motorized every time he wanted to the car park work invitation, either during the morning shift or at the midnight shift.

But fortunately, as time passes, although slowly, gradually Hana can also eliminate grief. Moreover, 10 years ago he had to refocus himself on the work dealing with high-risk import machines at the factory where he worked.

In the end, he let go and pushed as well.

As for Luke, it was clearly unable to accept that. Of course, it still takes process and time.

While flash-back memories of grief Hana continues to fiddle with the pile of clothes on the closet shelf, not mind caught Luke also with Hana lingering in the face of the closet opening.

"I'm on leave again today, Hana. Not feeling well." Luke finally gave an explanation to answer the heart wondering Hana.

"ill? Shall I make you some porridge? Or do you want porridge sold outside?" Hana closed the closet, stepped to the end of the bed and slowly sat down on the edge right near Luke's feet. With a pile of clothes she put into her lap and watched her husband.

"That's it," said Luke without passion, "You cook."

"OKAY. I'll cook it for a second. You rest again first. Or go down." Luke had a fever, Hana made him porridge and the man liked his porridge quite a bit, "Oh yeah, sorry, if you don't mind, if you remember...you used to propose that our bedroom is just downstairs. But I say it's more comfortable in the room above.

Sorry, may..if now I, we...roomed below? I over time.ngg, not strong also often-frequently up and down stairs. Pretty make cape..pegal, heavy too.

But it's up to you anyway what this is for a while or so below. Which is clear now-"

Luke rolled his body upside down, making Hana hang a remark as soon as he met his sight.

The smile that the woman then gave off... Lukas knew his wife had to smile. Also feel the need to expose at length... Maybe just to cover up the feelings of a shy heart and reluctant to allude to the theme of exchanging rooms, because his wife had once rejected a similar proposal that Lukas proposed.

"Thank you. No need to rush today ! ... You're still not feeling well." Hana said the sentence 'not feeling well' slowly almost inaudible, while grinning a smile, realizing it is not appropriate to make a request when Luke's condition is not fit. "I'm sorry... Yes, we will talk about it again. I'm going down now. Wait a minute, I'll just cook."

Now, lately, Hana has to gather more energy to get up from sitting and standing. Her husband had started to understand that so sometimes he helped Hana too when she was about to stand up.

Indeed it seems that by the 7th month, the pregnancy of the woman is experiencing 'progress' that is too rapid. Many comments mention the possibility he will give birth to a baby weighing 4 kilos.

Pimply. What's that gonna be like?

"Hana" Luke called, not to mention that Hannah began to walk after being ready to stand up and turn around.

"Yes?" Hannah turned, looking at Luke again. Flipping over completely because through the shimmer of her eyes, her husband just looked at her without saying, "Why? Anything you need anymore? What's the porridge..not so?"

"So." said Luke immediately, "No, I just...This Saturday is my coworker's wedding invitation. Can you still come? Haven't changed your mind?"

Hana still remembers. He thought it was Luke who did not go because he was still grieving. "certain. Why change your mind?"

"Ooh..."

"You yourself can go?"

"I have no problem." Luke's answer was convincing.

"But you are..." Still Hana gave a doubtful look.

"Whatever I'm feeling, it won't affect my intentions from yesterday, Hana." Luke explained to the woman.

"Oo so," The woman was also bearded, "Yes already then, we still go Saturday later."

"Hm-mhhhh. Wear your pearl necklace. We'll go find a dress for you that fits that necklace."

"Huh?... Ohhh... Okay. I'll wear it."

The situation was differentiated by the sound of a voice call ringing from Hana's HP on the dressing table near the room door. Hana turned to look at the object, walked closer to it and then looked at the number listed on the HP screen. Frowning so aware of not knowing the foreign number listed there. Which means it is not from the contact list occupants in HP

Still continue to ring out in the outstretched hand slowly grabbed HP, then carefully listen to the sound once it has received the incoming call. By Luke's observation from bed.

"Ha-lo? Who...this?"

'hello. hana.. meiska. I meiska.'

Both of Hana's eyebrows dramatically raised, startled.

"D-yes."

'there's a luke there? near you?'

"Ohh... A-da." Hana automatically glanced at Lukas. No doubt, I was nervous and nervous.

'please stay away from her for a moment. Can you? I want to talk to you a little.'

Replace Luke raised eyebrows observing the mysterious movements of Hana.

"good. Just a minute."