My Love is Wrong

I'm sorry my husband

ARA

I'm waiting for a message from Pram. Yesterday night Pram was not online at all and until this morning Pram has not been active.

I'm getting nervous, because this is not a Pram habit let alone I know Pram is less healthy. I remember how Pram was a little hard to breathe.

"Pram.... How are you Pram...I'm concerned...My God..." Mumbles.

This morning, I couldn't concentrate on my work. My mind is always on Pram.

"Sity.... Please help mom... Standby in the store... I'm gonna rest in the room." I said.

"Yeah Ma'am...Siti make you some tea, ma'am?"

"Yeah Siti... Thanks ya..." I went to my room and I threw my body away.

I opened the messages on my phone, but there was no message from Pram. Hmmmm... I let out my breath.

I opened my chats with Pram on the new Pram phone number. I read Pram's messages. I read it over and over again and I didn't feel like I was crying.

So much love and affection for me. I am happy to be part of his heart. Even though I realized it was all too selfish.

Pram has a good wife and loves her so much and I do. We both have a harmonious family and a harmonious family.

But this taste, why is there? Is this just a momentary feeling? While Pram, from the past until now never stopped loving me even the way Pram loves me is much bigger than my husband. I'm sorry my husband, I compared you to Pram.

All the Pram feelings I can feel. His love and affection exceeded my husband's love and affection.

From all the past events, I realized that Pram's presence could make me excited again even though we were very far away. But Pram's love and affection felt really big to me.

I play with my own feelings and logic. And suddenly entered the message in a row 4 times. "Ooh .... May this be a message from Pram "Figure me. And it turned out to be true, I was relieved and opened it immediately.

"b... I'm Shouting again Ar. Sorry I couldn't reach you. From last night I felt like my body hurt a lot and my head hurt Ar..."

"Then I slept at home."

"I'm not going to the office, take a break."

"This is me calling you....I love you..."

"Pram's...I'm worried about you, Pram..."

"Where are you now?"

Then we exchanged messages.

"I'm in Ar's office. I didn't go to the office today, so I called you straight away. Sorry I'm so..."

"Can I call Pram?"

"I was accompanied by Yusuf Ar. I don't feel good about Yusuf if we call. I'm sorry."

"Yeah Pram... It'sit's okay. But you better go to the doctor again...Yep...So it's clear what you're sick with, and the doctor can sort out the right medicine."

"Yes Ar ..." Pram.

"I'm worried Pram... Oh my God, I'm not quiet Pram." I said.

"My dear.... Don't think shit. Stay calm, dear... This is God's will. Don't think about it too much. I don't want you to get sick Ara."

"I want me to take care of you, Pram. I'm powerless. I don't know what to do."

"I know, baby... Your prayers for me are more than enough, my dear... Most importantly, take care of yourself. Jaa...I love you..."

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

"Makasi.... It was once yaa... I'll call you back."

"Yeah Pram... But an appointment to the doctor again...I want you to be healthy, Pram, really healthy."

"Yeah baby... I'll go to the doctor again later, I hope you will..."

Finally, we have to send an end message. I drank the warm tea Siti made. I'm moving my mind again.

I can only pray for Pram's recovery, hamya that's all I can do.