My Love is Wrong

Maafin Sabila, Pa....

I woke up early in the morning, and I would prepare breakfast for my wife and children. I went straight to the kitchen.

While I was preparing the fried rice seasonings, Sabila suddenly came in.

"Pa... Papa what else? How's it in the kitchen?" Sabila asked and looked at me.

"Papa wants to make breakfast for you. Sorry Papa just woke up, son. But Papa guarantees you are not late to work. Wait a day .." I said.

Sabila immediately kissed my hand and sat down below hugging my feet. Sabila crying.

"Sail Sabila Pa... Sorry Sabila."

I was confused, then I sat down and hugged my son.

" You why Sabila? Son, what's wrong with you?"

"Sail Sabila, Pa.... Now Papa rests in Pa's room... Sabila wants to make breakfast for Papa ma ma mom, ma for all of us."

I looked at Sabila and smiled.

"Papa is healthy, son... Papa can make breakfast for all of us. Now you take a shower, get ready to be late for work. Yeah...." I said with a little force.

"No Pa... This time Sabila made breakfast. "

"Okeeyy... Gini aja, now we cook together yuuk... "My word.

"When dear Papa... Maafin Sabila all this time Pa ... Papa is tired of taking care of us all. Maafin Sabila's. Sabila from now on will help work at home. So Papa doesn't get sick like this take care of everything."

I looked at my son, I got solemnity and sincerity from his words just now.

"Udah ya unfortunately Papa... Don't cry anymore. Papa is strong. Papa will recover, you don't have to worry ... Just pray Papa ma your mother is healthy huha .."

Sabila nodded.

" Now we start cooking ... " I said and Sabila smiled.

Cooking rice begins. A few minutes later Rahma and Joseph also came to help. The fried rice is finally ready.

We had breakfast together.

"Who's the fried rice made by?" Wife says.

" It was Sabila's... It's good Mom .. " I said and glanced at Sabila. Sabila smiled

"Yeah... It's really good Apparently his son's mother has pent-up talent... " Said My wife.

" It's really good, brother..." Yusuf. Rahma gave her thumb to Sabila.

"You know, it's really delicious..." My Wife said

Sabila looked pleased.

After breakfast, Sabila prepared for the office, Yusuf prepared to go to school and Rahma prepared to go to the office.

"Pa... Papa rest at home...So that Papa is healthy. Let's get Joseph to school."

"You're tired of it like that Deck." I said while taking my breath that was starting to cramp.

"Not Pa... Papa should recite Adek said. Because his doctor yesterday advised that Papa must rest completely to be really healthy. Let Papa's shortness of breath heal Pa."

I nodded and adjusted my breath.

" It's Papa yaa's medicine.and it's mom's medicine..." Rahma said like a nurse treating me and my wife.

Wife nodded.

" For business in the office let adek handle for a while ya Pa. Yusuf too, let's pick up. Yes Pa... " Said Rahma while rubbing my chest with eucalyptus oil.

I'm nodding. Then the children greeted both of us and went on to their own business.

I got my wife some warm water to take her medicine. Then we took our own medicine.

After that we both fell on the bed, my wife in my arms.

" lt... Papa's breath is still tight, huh?" Ask wife.

"Yesa Ma'am .. Still, but it's been light compared to yesterday. It's Papa taking the medicine, it's better." I stroked my wife's hair.

" Ooh that's Pa.... Pa, I pray that Papa will be healthy... I thought I was sick Papa ne."

" It's too much for Mom to think... This is his name dear to God, so that Papa always wants to God. That's....Don't think too much... I don't want my mom to get sick anymore. Yeah..." I kissed my wife's forehead.

" Yeah Pa.... The problem is that mom is looking at Papa, even though Papa's pain takes care of us all. Papa takes care of work at the office, pick up Yusuf, send customer orders, and take care of our food at home too. So Papa is tired... Sorry mom Pa... "

I looked at my wife, and I peeked her forehead.

"Papa dearest mother... You have to be eager to heal...." I kissed my wife's hand.