My Love is Wrong

My prayers are always for your recovery

I'm trying to sleep. But my eyes are hard to close. I went to Pram. I am very much in Pram's condition. Bad thoughts and shadows flashed through my mind.

"Ooh... I can't think bad. As Pram said... Think carefully so that what will happen will also be as good as we think." My little heart said.

Hmmmmm.... I let out a breath. I took my phone. I wanted to ask Pram if he was going to the doctor or not, but I was afraid that my message would be opened by someone else. I don't want to make things worse.

I put my phone on the table. I'm trying to sleep. I'm pulling my blanket. I see my husband's workspace still on, which means my husband hasn't slept.

I got out of bed, I went to my husband's office. You want to talk to my husband.

When I entered my husband's office, I thought my husband was at work but it turned out that he was engrossed in his social media.

My husband said hello, but I'm going back to my room.

"Ma... What was? I haven't slept." Husband says.

I just sighed.

"There's no Pa... Mama thinks Papa's working late... Mom, go back to the room."

I'm upset, because my husband often looks busy with his social media in his study. He's more absorbed in his social media than he's in talking to me.

I turned back to my room. I pulled my blanket again. And I took my phone, it turned out that there was an incoming message.

I'm glad that it was a message from Pram.

"b... I just got home from the doctor."

"These are the drugs I should take from the doctor."

Pram sent a photo of several drugs given by the doctor.

I'm grateful that Pram is finally going to see the doctor again.

"Thank God Pram... Cepet healed... I was worried about Pram."

"Miss you're... "

"Now you rest..."

"Passionate slalu to me, dear..."

Pram replied to my message.

"Yeah baby...You should also rest."

"I love you....Pray for me..."

" Yeah Pram... I will always pray for you."

"I love you..."

I'm relieved and calm... I opened Pram's social media. I was surprised to see what was uploaded.

A photo that is all dark and there is only a beam of light. My feelings are not calm anymore. I'm afraid of God... " Protect and give health to Pram," aamiin... I pray for Pram.

I sat down and prayed, and I could not feel my tears flowing. I don't want anything God, I'm trying to get Pram healed. That'sallthatis.

I'm happy with the affection Pram has given me all this time. He loves me so sincerely. He loved and loved me without ever showing lust, yet he showed the sincerity of his love. I feel happy with all of that.

Right now in my heart, I want to feel like I'm taking care of her. I know Pram is so independent, never slammed into anyone. And I know the state of Pipin's sick wife also who is not possible to take care of Pram.

I took a deep breath, calming my thoughts and feelings. I can only pray, I give it my all. I hope Pram is just an ordinary pain, a delman because of the fatigue and weather conditions in Pram's place that the weather is again extreme.

I looked at Pram's profile picture. Then you took out the Pram photo he gave me at the breakup of High School. I looked at her face with my eyes. I smile... My prayers are always for your recovery, my dear... Strong for me....