My Husband's Return
Part 4 - Return of My Husband
Everyone is now gathered in the living room of Mama Salsa's house, to upload it all. Especially on Salsa is also Azka who is confused.
Dance stroked Salsa's shoulders that were shaking from crying. The woman could not hold tightness in the chest.
"If she was my wife, why did she not exist when I woke up? Has he not cared?"
"I ... I ...." Salsa could not answer.
"Because Salsa doesn't know you're alive, son. Papi hid this all because of your own request. Salsa your wife and Angkara your son. You used to love Salsa so much that you sacrificed your life just to protect her" Ans papi Azka replied.
Azka shrieked her temple, trying to remember everything that happened, but all in vain there was no glimpse of a shadow that perched in her brain. Just a sense of dizziness is also a throb when forcing it to remember something that has never been in nature so far.
"Don't force Ans too much. Azka had just woken up from her long sleep, lest she drop back," said Reni as the doctor who handles Azka. "I didn't expect a heart transplant to have this effect. Usually only memory is reduced, memory loss is also, but not completely like Azka."
Ans took a rough breath, not knowing what else to do. He decides to hide Azka's existence due to his own son's orders for some reason. Azka regained consciousness when she was pushed out of the operating room five years ago.
"All right," resigned Ans. "But what you should know. I'm Papi you." Ans paused, pointing one by one at the person in the room. "He's your mother, your wife Salsa, the doctor who treated you all along is your father-in-law and the little boy was your son. Papi hope you can accept their existence even if a little foreign."
Azka hesitated. "But don't force me to behave the way you want me to, before my memory returns completely."
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After the departure of her in-laws, Salsa immediately embraced Azka who was still sitting in the living room. The woman did not care about the rejection she might receive.
Salsa cried a hiccup while hugging Azka very tightly. Channeling the longing that had been yellowing in his heart. It doesn't matter that her husband returns with a lost memory. She was grateful that Azka had returned to her.
The man didn't really leave her. Perhaps it was time for Salsa to struggle after Azka's struggles in the past.
Salsa's cry stopped when she felt the rubbing in her hair. She looked up to look at the handsome face of her husband.
"Without being told, I'll help you Ka, I promise." Salsa nodded and re-embraced Azka's burly body.
His happiness cannot be expressed only through words. Salsa's embrace loosened because of the voice of the little boy who called out to her.
"Mama? Mama why cry? Um is that Mama's kasalin?" ask Angkara who just came out of the room after Oma and Opanya came home.
"No, Papa doesn't hurt Mama dear. Here's Papa's hug!" bring Salsa.
However, the reaction given by Angkara was unexpected. The five-year-old stepped back and nodded.
"No way, he's not Papa Kala. Mama said, Papa Kala is good and dear to Kala, but om it, it was the same Kala."
"Dear, baby" call Salsa.
"Grandma, why is that still here? Let's nullify him!" angkara shouted running towards his grandmother.
The azka? The man glanced at his place. Staring at the boy who kept running around on the marble floor. He may have initially refused, but after examining the boy's face, he convinced himself that Angkara was his son.
The facial lines, smiles, eyebrows were all almost similar to him.
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