My Love is Wrong

Be strong my husband

PEPIN

I am sad to see my husband. He was only able to fall asleep, on his nose was installed a breathing apparatus.

" Strengthen my husband...I need you.." I said in my heart. My tears are dripping. Clasped his hand.

I just got off the phone with Ara. I don't know why I wanted to send a message to Ara. I told Ara Pram's condition.

But because Ara wanted to call so I called her right away.

I rubbed my husband's pale face.

I pray for the recovery of my husband.

An hour passed, Pram woke up from his sleep.

I stared at his face, Pram returning my hand but weak.

" lady... Papa's thirsty." Husband says.

"Yeah Pa...Drink Pa.." I brought the water straw to my husband's lips. My husband took it slow.

"Bus ... Maafin Papa who has not been happy mother. I'm sorry Papa's wrong..." My husband looks at me weakly.

I wept. Kissed hand.

"Pa... Papa is a good husband, and a good father to my children. I love you Papa, how dear Pa.."

My husband is starting to have trouble breathing again. Then I positioned the bed in a sitting position so I could breathe better.

My husband closed his eyes again.

My husband's phone rang, I saw his contact Ara showed up. I immediately accepted it.

"Mr... I'm sorry I took off calling mbak. I'm not calm, mbak, how is Pram?" Said Ara across there.

"Pram just woke up Ar... It's just been a drink." I said.

I saw Pram open his eyes slowly.

" Whose mother's phone?" Ask husband.

" Mom's calling Ma Ara, Pa." My husband took a deep breath.

"Fra... Pram still has trouble breathing. I'm looking at Ar." I wept.

"Mbak Pin, the strong Ma'am. Ma'am must be strong, we pray that Pram's condition can improve." I heard Ara crying.

"b... Please do the Pram clover. Ne Speak." I said as I put the phone near my husband's lips. But I'm a speaker phone so Pram can hear.

" Prim... It's me Pram."

Pram smile.

" Yeah Ar... My body hurts again, pray for me..." Weak Pram voice.

I heard Ara crying.

"I always pray for you, Pram. You must be strong Pram, spirit to heal. Look, Pipin ma your kids still need you. Pram's strong please. I know you're strong."

"Yeah, I know you're strong and passionate. L'm... I want you to be excited for your recovery. Calm your mind, I'm sure you'll be healed. Yeah..."

Pram just nodded, and I saw her tears dripping. Wipe her tears with the tissue on the table.

I don't know, I don't have the slightest feeling of jealousy or anger towards Ara right now. I really feel Ara like my own sister.

Ever since I read Ara's message to my husband's cell phone, I realized that Ara wasn't what I imagined.

" Pram, you have to rest a lot, follow what the doctor recommends. Don't think about work first, let Rahma handle first... Now you rest, Pram."

"Yeah Ar. Ara... Sorry I'm so..." Pram.

Ara sounded crying.

" You have nothing wrong with me Pram. Don't think about it like a webcam. I want you to be well and healthy Pram. Yes... Pram's promise, you must be strong and vigorous."

"Yeah... Everyone has arranged for Ara. Sorry me..."

I cried at my husband's words.

" Mr Pipin. mbak must also maintain the condition of mbak yaa... Ma'am must also rest enough so that mbak is always healthy and can take care of Pram."

"Yeah Ar... You also doain Pram yaa.."

"Always mbak. I doain mbak also to be healthy always. Now Pram rest first..."

Pram nodded weakly.

"Yeah Ar... It was once yaa... You're also your health jaga..." I said.

"Yes Mother..."

Then Ara ended the call.

My husband looked at me softly while trying to stabilize his breath that looked tight.

" lady... Why do you know Ara that Papa's sick?" Ask husband.

" Papa didn't have much thought. I believe ma Ara. Ara I've taken it like my own sister." I said.

Husband nodded.

"Mother go home first, rest. Papa's better."

I'm shaking.

" Mom is now healthy Pa... Let the obu take care of Papa, nemenin Papa here."

Husband smile.

"Well, you don't want me to get sick, if we go home tomorrow, ma'am."

" Papa can come home from the hospital when Papa is completely healthy. Yes Pa. I don't have to be stubborn, Papa's body needs rest. " I stroked my husband's hair. Kukecup.

My husband nodded and kissed my hand. Then my husband fell asleep.