My Husband's Rose Is Getting Married Again

Must Accept Reality.

"Roses! don't talk like that" Adit said, hugging and crying. Adit really is a beggar of love. The rose is for him a spirit, and if it goes away, he dies.

Right, Adit is wrong, married does not talk first with the Rose. That's because what? because, Adit does not want to lose people who always support him. And the woman he misses every step of his foot. In each breath.

"Listen to the Roses" Adit turned the body of the Roses to face him. However, the Rose fluttered her gaze blankly towards the wall.

"Roses.please look me in the eye, I really love you" Adit said, then stared fixedly at the face of the Rose his cheeks were a bit thin, maybe because it is too stressful to deal with complicated household problems lately.

"I know Mas, but... in fact you've been wishing for me, right? and ironically it's all for the sake of treasure, right?!

"YES, IT'S MAS...!!! Snapping the Roses to make Adit terjankar shocked.

"You're wrong Rose! now come with me. If you want to know the real facts," Adit held up Mamar. Roses thrashed want to go down but Adit tightened his arms.

Adit quickly opened the door with the key still in his hand. The other knee is lifted up pressing the body of the Rose so as not to escape from the sling.

"Mbok, please open the car door" said Adit loudly to sound Simbok. "Yes Sir" Without thinking, Simbok rushed forward to open the car door and then open the fence.

Simbok does not think bad, he knows if his parents want to solve their household problems.

"Down me. Put me down." said the Rose in his arms, beating her husband's chest. However, Roses are actually inhaling the fragrance of the body of the man he longs for. Then drowned her face in her husband's chest.

Aditya smiled faintly looking at Simbok who was still standing at the gate as if saying "Yes" A second later Simbok blinked his eyes next door.

Adit then holds the Rose in front. Next to the driver and put a seatbelt for his wife. This time the rose did not speak.

Adit then got into the car drove quickly, wanting to get to the destination immediately. Inside the car felt lonely, only hearing the deafening hum of the car.

Adit parked the vehicle in the hospital parking lot. Want to unlock the seat belt on Rose's body. But the rose quickly opened it for itself.

Get outside. Adit quickly held the hands of the Rose "so as not to run away" Aditya thought.

"Why are we going to the hospital? Mas Adit, sick? what pain, haa!" said Rose panicked then roared Adit's body blocking Adit's step standing in front of him.

"I'm not sick. Come on" said Adit then pulled the shoulders of the Roses and they walked.

Until in front of the ICU Adit stopped and invited Rose to stand and see a person in pain inside.

"Maw, you see that sick woman?" lirih adit both his hands pressed against the glass. Because at this time Silfi no one should visit.

"Yes, who is he?" tanya Mawar is no less beautiful. Actually the brain of the Rose can already digest. But the rose wants to make sure.

Adit took a long breath. His hands were on his wife's shoulders. Then tell me everything.

"Oh so in-he?" The rose can answer nothing. He was confused how to behave.

Both of them were still staring at Silfi's face which only faintly looked from outside the glass. Medical equipment oxygen hose to help breathing and tools in addition to the appearance of a plontos head is very sad.

Red Rose PoV.

Naturally, a wife must serve the husband. Always supporting all his plans and dreams, to be realized is a good picture of a wife.

But that doesn't mean I've never been disappointed in my husband. Especially to marry another woman without being honest with me.

But nevertheless, as evil as Adit during his marriage never one word said a harsh word to hurt my heart.

How unfair would I judge my husband because he married to help a girl who was dying? "oh no. I can't be selfish.

"Maw, we go out yuk" said Mas Adit disperse my daydreams.

"Where?" my question then, I turned to face Mas Adit attached with a close distance. How many days this face has never been I lyrics turned out to look skinny heavy burden as if lodged on the shoulder. Apparently he was also tortured.

"We go to mushola first, pray manggrib, keep looking for food" he said gently. I nodded and we left the glass immediately. But while walking I still turned to observe the glass until it was no longer visible.

After the prayer, Mas Adit invited me into the restaurant. Actually I don't want to go home, Simbok must have prepared dinner.

"What message do you want?" ask Mas Adit while holding the menu book. "As for you" I replied, the shadow of the woman behind the glass still filled my mind somehow.

"Maw, I'm sorry, I didn't accompany you yesterday to look for the campus"

"No need to think about it" I said briefly.

"This, atm I you who are lazy, for your tuition fees and for daily needs insyaallah more than enough" he said, handing over the atm in front of me.

"Just hold Mas, for the time being I still have savings, anyways for tuition fees I have taken care of scholarships" I said.

Mas Adit looked surprised then looked at me fixedly.

"Yes Allah Maw, why take care of scholarships anyway? I can afford to charge you for college" he said with a sorry face.

"If you can, why not? I don't want to sell my husband to a rich woman to pay for my college." I replied lightly I looked at his face visibly hurt with my words.

"Maw" he said, holding my palm on the table.

"It's my decision, and let me after this, to find a job"

"Who knows later I can, help Melati also for the lecture list" I said at length.

"No need to work Maw, please. It's my absolute salary money Maw, don't repeat that word again as if I'm selling myself" he said later while lifting the atm still on the table.

The conversation stopped when the wetress came to serve the dish.

We ate in silence, after we had eaten, continuing the conversation.

I took a long breath. "Alright, atm I hold, but let me work while studying" said I kekeh.

"Keep, if you're too tired how can we have Maw's baby?" said limp.

"We believe in God, we can only pray. The child is taken by God. If God wills we must have children"

"Again, I should always keep myself busy. Could've stuck me in waiting for Mas at home doing nothing"

"In fact, Mas Adit is not just mine, there are other women who need Mas more" I said, with tears that I can not stand.