My Love is Wrong

"Mom, I'm sorry papa's wrong..."

Me and Ara are still on the phone.

"Why you Pram?"

"There is no Ar... I just wanted to see you for a minute. Sorry I'm so..."

" Yes not pa-pa Pram. How is the business progress? A lot of orders?"

"Yes Ar... Not bad... The more days the more orders. Makasi yaa Ar's... You already believe me, and slalu supports me."

" He he ... I'm glad to see you made it. I want to see you succeed Pram. I want to open people's eyes that you can succeed. And I want to see you happy Pram."

I was shocked to hear Ara's words. I can feel Ara's sincerity.

" Artificial... Ara, yes, yes...Next time I'll call ya..."

"Yeah Pram... Oh yes greetings Ma Ma Ma Pipin yaa..."

I say yes, and then call me to end.

I looked at Ara's profile picture...

"May you be happy slalu Ar..." Bathink.

And I smeared my chest with rubbing oil so that the shortness of breath I felt could be reduced.

Not long after Rahma came.

"Lho Papa came to the office. Papa is sick." Rahma said while greeting me.

" Papa went to the doctor Dek. Then Papa came back here. Papa works an order that has not been adek work."

" Later work Pa. Now you go home, rest. Papa is pale. Yes, Pa yaa..." Rahma.

"Yeah... Papa's home. Later come home not too late in the afternoon... "

"Yeah Pa... Ready... Papa just calm down, put this photo away for a while, keep coming straight home." Rahma said as her hands were busy on the laptop keyboard.

At home, my wife greeted me with her sweet face and a glass of warm tea.

"Pa... How long to the doctor? Rame's the queue, Pa?" Wife says.

"Not so, Mom... I finished the doctor and stopped by the office for a while. I checked Rahma's work, it's done or not. But thank God Papa is relieved, Rahma is reliable." I have warm tea made by my wife.

" Yeah Pa... Rahma is serious now help Papa. Mom was so happy to see it. It's also Yusuf if you tell Rahma in the office late afternoon not to be alone."

I smile. I stared at my wife's face, which now looked radiant and healthier. I'm happy to see it.

" Now Papa rest first in the room... I want to cook vegetables for Papa. Let Papa be healthy."

"Yeah Ma'am... Ma'am, I'm sorry Papa's wrong..." I held my wife's hand. And kiss.

My wife looked at me, then hugged me.

"Mother apologizes, Pa... I often didn't pay attention to Papa. Mother is often angry, and Papa always keeps quiet if she is angry. Sorry, I'm sorry .."

I hugged my wife. Kukecup. I don't feel like my tears are gonna drip, but I'm gonna wipe them out soon.

I love my wife very much, I love her very much. But I also can't lie to my little heart if I also love and love Ara.

I tightly embraced my wife and gave her long hair.

" Now Papa rests in the room..." Said my wife and took off her arms.

"Yes my darling... Papa go to the room first." I kissed my wife's forehead and then headed for the room.

My wife went to the kitchen to cook for our dinner.

In the room, I suddenly felt restless. I'm trying to rest. But the shortness of breath I felt was becoming. I finally sat down on the pillow.

I took the medicine given by the doctor and after a few minutes I felt better.

I finally fell asleep in a sitting position leaning against the pillow.