My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

Don't Want to Talk

Freya was awakened by the scent of a disinfectant that pierced her sense of smell. He opened his eyes, then quietly looked at the ceiling and the white walls surrounding him.

There was a tinge of sunlight barging through the glass window. His gaze then stopped on the face that was looking at him with an anxious expression.

“Freya ..” Yoga got up from the chair and approached the side of the bed. “Is anyone sick?”

Freya did not answer that question. His gaze descended towards the back of his left hand that was infused with. The remaining liquid NaCl in the pouch is hanging the remaining half. How long was he unconscious?

“Freya, you—“

“Go.”

The raised Yoga hand stopped in the air. His words were swallowed back when he saw the sadness on Freya's face, as if the girl was enduring the intense pain.

“I want to be alone, please come out.” Freya turned her face to the wall. His eyes suddenly warmed up.

So stupid. Why would he expect that jerk here. It's obvious that's impossible. He is just a toy. Maybe now that bastard is having fun with a new toy. Where it may be that toys that have been discarded are still remembered.

Remember Freya, that bastard is bored. You are no one else for him.

“Your condition is not stable. If you don't want to see me, I'll sit by the door,” Yoga persuades carefully. He did not want to leave Freya alone despite being expelled like this.

Freya tilted her body and turned her back to Yoga. He doesn't want to talk at the moment. Maybe he shouldn't have been conscious. If necessary, do not wake up again forever.

He could not endure the pain that broke his heart anymore. He could not endure this loneliness any longer.

Freya curled up under the blanket. Her chest feels tight. The air solidified and pressed down on his lungs firmly. He misses Pramudya Antasena. It is so longing that there is no more room left for anything else.

Yoga looked at Freya's trembling shoulders with a complicated gaze. He knew Freya was crying, but he did not know what kind of words of comfort could calm the girl. His heart ached seeing Freya like this.

“Freya, I—“

“Go, Yoga. Please leave. Leave me alone. I don't want to talk to anyone right now.”

Yoga takes a slow breath, gives up and relents for now. He quietly lifted the chair and sat by the door, staying as far away from the girl's sight as possible.

He would wait patiently until Freya opened her heart again, giving her a chance to get closer.

***

In the afternoon, Lisa came carrying a basket of fruits and a bouquet of roses that were very beautiful and fragrant. Earlier this morning he could not accompany Freya because suddenly his father's disease relapsed. It was his sister who informed him that the father was convulsing at dawn.

He then went home by ordering an online motorcycle taxi, taking his father to the same hospital where Freya was treated so as not to bother going back and forth.

Her father was admitted to a Class III room, two floors below Freya's.

Thanks to Mr. Boss, with his salary more than enough, he did not need to follow the complicated BPJS procedures and often make his father tired before getting a hospital room.

He also does not need to queue for drugs, crammed and not get to the seat until sometimes he has to camp outside the hospital building until the queue number is called.

Call it a double eye and have no self-esteem, he does not care about all the labels as long as the money he got by halal way can treat his father's disease, he did not care about all the labels, giving at least a little comfort when the pain whack the man who has been caring for and raising it.

“You've arrived,” greet Freya when you see Lisa at the entrance.

Lisa nodded and walked quickly to Freya. “You're better?”

“Hm. Appreciable. It's not as late as earlier.”

“Good. Here, I bring you beautiful and fresh flowers so you are more excited. Try kissing, fragrant no?” Lisa thrusts the bouquet of red roses to Freya excitedly.

Freya reviewed a faint smile and accepted the gift. He drew his face closer and smelled a fresh and sweet rose. Lisa's spirit and optimism rubbed off on her. He looked up. The smile on his face widened slightly.

“Hm.” Lisa was satisfied. “It was bought with all love. You can hug her sleep later tonight.”

That time Freya laughed. This silly attitude of his friend had always made his gloomy world a little colorful.

He placed the bouquet on his side and covered the bottom with a blanket so that only rosebuds poked out, looking harmonious with blankets and sheets that were light blue.

“Already okay?” tanyakanya.

Lisa gave a thumbs up. “OK. Now what fruit do you want to eat? There are bananas, oranges, apples, grapes, dragon fruit, pears .. which one do you want?”

“Um ... dragon fruit, can?”

“Bby dong, wait a minute.” Lisa brought the fruit basket to the side, placed it on the table, then took out the contents one after another.

“I've said many times, don't push yourself. Your body is not a robot. Now it hurts like this, who's losing?” his scolding while chopping up dragon fruit that was the size of two fists of his hand.

“I know I was wrong, sorry, yes ... next time I will listen to your words,” Freya answered obediently.

Lisa rolled her eyeballs. “I can't believe it. You're so stubborn. Last night scared me to the point of almost passing out. The blood that comes out of your nose is so much and won't stop. I'm afraid you'll die of blood loss.”

“That way?” ask Freya.

“You don't believe it? Just ask the nurse who was standing guard in the ER last night. I look like I just killed people when I got out of the car. There's blood everywhere.” Lisa brought the pieces of fruit inside the plate and got closer to the bed.

Freya laughed again. He knew the statement was a little exaggerated, but it was because Lisa was worried about him.

“By the way, where are your fans?” ask Lisa.

“Who?”

“Who else has always stuck to you like a male gecko who wants to mate?” Lisa snorted annoyed. He should have slapped that little rascal not once. His hands were still itching, wanting to hit people.

Male geckos want to mate?

Freya's laughter gushed again.

“Yoga?” ask her in the laughter.

“Hm.”

“Says there's business in the office. Why?” Freya was a little surprised, it was unusual for Lisa to ask the existence of Yoga.

“Oh. Its alright. It's good that he's gone. Hurt my eyes only.”

Freya was at a loss for words. How much does Lisa dislike Yoga? He knew Lisa had always shown dislike for Yoga blatantly.

“What's up?Why do you hate him so much?” ask Freya.

“I don't hate him. I just don't like hypocrites. Never mind. Forgetit. Quickly eat this fruit. Or would you like me a bribe?”

“No need, I can do it myself. Thank you, yes.” Freya poked a piece of dragon fruit with a fork and put it in her mouth.

"Don't be shy." Lisa took a chair and sat next to the bed. He opened his phone and scrolled through the online news that appeared on his homepage.

His sister is currently accompanying his father. He can take care of Freya calmly.

***