My Husband's Rose Is Getting Married Again

Your Presence My Strength.

Aditya PoV

I vaguely heard a slow conversation. The sound was like a stranger to the ears. "Is that really my wife's voice? my inner.

Am I dreaming, fantasizing, or hallucinating? because I miss my wife. I wanted to open my eyes, but I was scared. Afraid that this is just a dream.

"Mel, mendingan you pray first?"

Oh, that voice, it's my wife's voice. Thank God he has returned.

"Aren't I okay to stay?"

I heard the voice of Melati saying, it means true, I am not dreaming or dreaming.

"It's okay." he said briefly.

"Yes already.yeah well, sis, I will be back soon" said Melati then I heard the clattering of footsteps with shoes walking loudly open the door.

I opened my eyes slowly as my wife sat in a wheelchair. I'm surprised why, and why does my wife use a wheelchair?

"Roses.." call me clean. Because even just to make a sound, my energy is barely strong.

"Mas.." said one word, he looked at me with a tired face, like many burdens he carried.

"I'm who.." My hand flailed to wipe his face but he refused to come closer.

"Where are you... heemmm... Don't miss me?" my question, I smiled. A smile that had never been etched for a week was covered by me.

"Mas, why?" he asked back. I just shakes not answering.

"Mas already prayed?" that question that I always heard, and now it sounds again after a week of being lonely, I'm really happy.

"Yet?" my answer.

"Here dong... approached... indeed you do not miss me?" I looked at him and saw the clock on the phone was still right at six, it means just finished the adhan, wait, I thought.

"Ka-kangen" he answered stammeredly, smiling shyly.

"You're still angry, same me?"

She shook her head. "Don't you answer my question, what's the pain?" he diverts. I looked at her face as if waiting for my answer.

"Only ordinary pain, there is nothing to worry about, my stomach acid rises." I said lightly. He looked at me sharply, but it was getting ripped off, which meant his heart was starting to improve. Because, if he is angry he likes to silence me.

"Yes, because I don't want to eat!" poke, then turn your face.

"There's no you, I'm not hungry" I pretended to be upset.

"Why not ask to accompany the girl who wears the shar'i shirt!"

Deg. I was starting to think if he was jealous of my adopted brother from Penang yesterday? until he left the house.

"Aisha means? you know where it's from?"

"Don't want to know, I know where? my husband eats at the restaurant, shops at the Mall!" cynically.

I'm absolutely sure, it turns out she knew when I delivered Aisyah to buy a dress two weeks ago. "Oh my God..." I feel guilty.

"It's not hard for me to know you're walking with another woman there's always time! but it's the same wife's turn why! can forget?!" he was grumbling as usual.

"Yes at that time I was delivering Aisyah, I will tell you everything." I said.

"I'm sorry, I forgot to pick you up. I didn't mean to lie to you" I said.

"I was wrong, but I promised to bring you control" my voice finally flowed. Because of his presence, it feels to give energy in my body.

"Sit's sitting next to me" I pat the bed.

He pushed both sides of the wheelchair with both hands looking troubled. But finally it came next to me.

I felt his face, the face I missed was like a new force, my head became light.

"Why are you in a wheelchair?" I asked, but he didn't answer.

I tried to get up, draw up a pillow, then sit back. I looked at her face like I was scared to look at me.

"The first prayer, the hunt is late, tayamum if not strong" he said.

"Yes but I want to go to the bathroom first" I said.

He was just silent, his mouth opened a little bit to say but not so.

I got out of bed, usually helped by Diah and Dad, but I don't know why they haven't come.

"I help" he said excitedly, but complained when he wanted to stand up.

"Darling... Why are you?" then I looked at his flat stomach and realized it was blocked by the bed, making my heart want to be dislodged.

For not answering, I put my hands around my waist.

"Auw.." cried out, grimacing in pain.

Not much to say I opened the long negligee zipper there are traces of stitches, I was surprised. "Why are you roses?" my many. He shed tears, then I kissed the back of his hand.

"I'm sorry Mas, I can't be a mother yet, I can't take good care of our child" she said on the sidelines crying.

"What mean? tell me quickly" I'm starting to think badly. If anything happens to my son, it's my fault. I can't take care of both.

"Our son was born Mas, but is still in the incubator" he said with tears.

"Sorry" I said then I grabbed her slim body. He shed his tears until the shirt I was wearing was wet. I just let him cry. Perhaps crying can reduce the burden of his mind.

"Our son is still in the incubator" he repeated his words. I broke my arms, and I wiped her tears with my fingers.

"Keep...how is our child?" my many.

"I don't know for sure, but when in the hold of the sister, small." he said while showing his arm that our child was small.

"You're not wrong baby, I'm wrong, can't take care of you," back I clenched her scented body. "May our son be well" I prayed.

"Have not hugged me. Pray first" he said the third time.

"Yes"

I stood up slowly and then I removed the drip bottle hanging from the pole. I tried to walk into this bathroom the first time I walked alone since three days ago, my legs were still shaking.

He kept looking at me with his eyes out crying.

"How, it hurts so much?" tanyaku finished praying and then lay down in the mattress. Really my body is a bit light because of its presence. Even though my heart was slashed when I remembered the struggle to bear a child. My pain is not yet.

"Eat, first sir" the nurse delivered dinner and then put it on the table.

"Thank you Ma'am" I said

"This is the food sus" she said, then the nurse gave a tray to her lap. I silently watched.

"It's a non cure" the nurse puts the medicine in a small place on a tray.

"Thank you sus"

"I watched my eyes as if I would not turn away in an instant. Sister came out after excuse me.

"I bribe ya" he said while cutting chicken meat in teromol.

"I'll eat alone, you'll be sick again" I piled up the pillow and leaned back, wanting to take the bowl from her.

"Don't be reckless, let me take a bribe" he said.

I gave up taking his bribe. "Thank you" I said.

He did not answer to feed me chicken porridge until it ran out, then gave medicine and handed me a bottle of water. For a week this time I ate until it ran out. His presence is a powerful medicine for me.

"Don't you if we're romantic like this" I rubbed his cheeks with a finger.

"Yes, but if we're romantic why yes, the reader's thumb is stored in the jacket pocket? but if we again quarrel thumbs up and comment reader mbrubul."

"What is brubul?" my many.

"Mbrubul, that's it, thumbs coming, keep his comments"

"If our son is healthy, and we are healed, I want to make a novel, write about my story" he said excitedly.

"Gapain looking for a job, cape-cape think what can it be? if you're writing." I'm asking if there's just this wife.

"Let's be nice, can entertain people, can express themselves, many more friends."

"Assynogaic"

I saw Melati coming to walk up to us after taking a hand.

"Are you better?" jasmine asked while holding my wife's wheelchair.

"Alhamdulillah"

"Our Rose Sack down first, it's time to eat the problem" said Melati then berguki Roses. I don't want to share with my wife, but what else? he also needs to rest.

"I can't just eat here, Mel" I really don't want Roses to leave me.

"Sorry, Brother Adit, pity brother Rose let the fall first from the operation has not rested" said Melati then pushed the wheelchair left me.

As soon as I get the phone call Risky to take care of the room transfer permit, I want to be one room with my wife.