My Life (Married Young)
Section 92
Arsya eases the movement, she opens her eyes.
Arsya's eyes sparkled brightly as she looked at the wife who had come to her senses from her long sleep.
About 1 month long Raisa in a coma, finally he also woke up from his long sleep.
Arsya immediately hugged the body of the wife ceaselessly he thanked the creator.
Arsya quickly pressed the button near Raisa.
Not long after that, a doctor and two nurses came.
They are shocked to see Raisa who has come to her senses from her coma.
Doctor Angga approached Raisa and did an examination.
Doctor Angga smiled sweetly.
" Alhamdulillah Raisa's mother is now in a stable state, this is the Grace of God the creator, I also did not expect if Raisa's mother would be aware, congratulations Arsya sir, Now we just need to pay attention to the health of Ms. Raisa and her mentality to be in a stable state" explained Dr. Angga, Arsya who heard her nod small, and smiled sweetly.
" Thank God, thank you doc" said Arsya, Angga doctor nodded small and excuse me to leave.
A sense of happiness can not be hidden by Arsya sweet smile continues plastered on his handsome face.
" Thank God the deck you finally realized, thank you for fighting for us dear, Brother is afraid to lose you deck, so that even one second Brother never went from your side of the deck, he said, thank God thank you for hearing the prayer of the servant" Arsya softly kissed the forehead of Raisa who sat leaning on a pillow stacked in two.
Raisa who had just regained consciousness just looked straight ahead, her tears flowing without being asked.
All the things that he saw in the coma felt real, for Raisa it was not a dream, he saw for himself his body that had been stretched stiff, and Arsya who was very hit because of his departure.
Arsya who saw Raisa was silent with a blank view became confused.
" you why deck? is anyone sick? want to call a doctor?" arsya asked gently, Raisa did not respond she was busy with her thoughts.
Seeing Raisa who has no response also makes Arsya smile thinly, maybe Raisa does not want to talk because of the new romance, Arsya also understood him and chose to go to their child's room.
" dek Abang go for a while yes, want to see our son, later you come here again okay" Arsya kissed soft forehead Raisa, and passed away.
Again Raisa did not respond, her tears flowed again when she remembered the nightmare she had, how Raisa could say it was not a dream, but it was a real thing.
He could feel that it was real and not a nightmare, Raisa kept crying.
Kritt's..
The door of the open room appears the figure that has given birth to Raisa in this world, yes that person is the mother of Anisah.
Anisah's mother was surprised to see her daughter who had come to her senses from her coma and was now in tears, her legs moved closer towards the princess.
"Raisaaaaaaaa, Thank God you are finally aware son" said Anisah's mother grateful, he tightly embraced the body of the princess.
Raisa just silently did not respond, her tears continued to flow profusely, Anisah's mother who did not get a response from Raisa also released her embrace.
Staring at her pale Raisa face, "you why son?" asked Anisah's mother to gently feed Raisa's tears.
Raisa shook her head little, Anisah's mother became confused to see the state of the princess.
" Risa's the same story as mom? Raisa why?" asked Anisah's mother confused, again Raisa just shook her head.
" huftt, yes already if you do not want to tell the story now you rest, baby, you just realized" said Anisah's mother gently, Raisa also complied and returned to lying in bed.
Anisah's mother gently rubbed the top of Raisa's head, she was very grateful because the princess had been conscious from her coma, but she also felt worried about seeing Raisa who was crying earlier.
Arsya entered Raisa's room, surprised to see the in-laws sitting next to Raisa's bed, Arsya walked closer to her in-laws.
" assalamualaikum Ma'am?" greet Arsya, Anisah's mother turned her head to the side and smiled faintly.
" waalaikumsalam" answered Anisah's mother smiling kindly, Arsya crucified the hand of the in-law.
" mom's been here a long time?" ask Arsya
"it hasn't been too long, ohya where did you come from?" ask Anisah's mother.
"Arsya from the room of Rhasya Bu," Arsya sat her body in a disofa, Anisah's mother gave a small nod.
"who's mom here?" ask Arsya
" mother came here with Mela, but Mela again nemenin Raka kekantin said laper" replied Anisah's mother sitting beside Arsya.
"ohya son of Arsya how did Rhasya develop?" ask Anisah's mother.
" Alhamdulillah Ma'am, Rhasya is getting stronger and healthier, In Shay'ah Allah within a period of a few days if his development is increasing Rhasya will soon be out of the incubator" anisah's mother smiled happily at the good news from the son-in-law.
" Alhamdulillah hopefully Rhasya quickly improved, I have no patience to hold him, as well as Raisa certainly he would not wait to take care of and hold his baby" said Anisah's mother smiled sweetly, Arsya nodded small and smiled faintly.
The other place where Tika sat was curled up on the floor with her head bowed.
The chill ambushed his entire body as the cold floor of the iron bars fused with his body.
Yes, Tika is currently in prison for the violence she committed against Raisa.
Arsya asked the police to punish Tika severely, if necessary until he was sentenced to death.
But the police can't make it happen, and now Tika is serving a 15-year prison sentence.
" hey you sit down, here's my incandescent speed!!!" shouted one of the inmates pointing towards Tika.
" me??" tanya Tika raised her head, and pointed to herself.
" yeah it's you who else, you think genie demon huh?' his yell.
"would I massage myself, should I babu lo hah?" tika said relax.
Hearing Tika's reply, the inmate got up from his seat and walked over to Tika.
A face full of emotion was emitted, Tika who saw her could only gulp rough saliva.
" dare to!!!" shouted the inmate, he grabbed Tika's hair.
" akhhh" cried Tika as she held the prisoner's hand.
" why? pain huh?" asked with a grinning smile, Tika nodded quickly.
" then don't be your great pretentious being a person, here I'm not you, pretentious to fight everything, you know not yourself" the prisoner's lips, said, he removed his coveted from Tika's hair.
Tika also cried not because of the pain of his desired hair, but he cried because he did not think that he could be in this place, a place where the perpetrators of crime, and criminality.
