My Love is Wrong

Ara's hospitalized

I'm getting ready to go to the office today. I waited for Joseph to go to school and I went straight to the office.

I didn't stop by the printing press, because ever since I was sick when the day, Rahma took care of the order to the printing press. Sabila standby in the office.

While I, coming home from taking Joseph to school, immediately accompanied Sabila in the office. I no longer deliver packages to customers but I work with a friend to help deliver orders to customers.

Sabila and I served in the marketing and promotion department.

My efforts are getting more advanced and more organized. These are all the ideas of my son Rahma.

Arriving at the office I immediately opened the incoming messages, who knew there were orders coming in.

I tried to concentrate on making the picture the customer asked for but half an hour I was box-matched but not finished.

I think Ara who until now is not active. "You're why Ar... I'm worried about Ar..." I said in my heart.

I took a long breath... I'm out of the office, I'm messing around.

"Willful... Papa's going to the old stall..." I said to Sabila.

"What do you want to buy? Let Sabila buy it. Yes Pa ..."

I let out a breath. How could I send Sabila to the shop, because I want to buy a cigarette. Sabila must be furious.

"Why Pa? Papa wants to buy what? "

I'm shaking. I remember Ara, when I was sick Ara forbade me to smoke for my lungs that were in error at that time.

"Not so. Papa's just sleepy. Papa fell asleep in the back..." I said moving towards the small room in the corner.

"Pa... If Papa is not healthy, Papa should go home. Let Papa rest well."

"Fine is fine, just sleepy. Papa sleeps a little."

Sabila then continued her work.

I stared at the ceiling of the room, my mind was not calm. I wanted to call Ara, but I didn't want my wife to get hurt and think no more of me and Ara.

I calmed myself down. I pray that Ara will be fine. I hope Ara is just busy.

I played with my own mind until I fell asleep.

Rahma woke me up.

"Pa... I asked Papa to come home, wait for lunch, Mom."

"Yeah Pa... We go home yuk... Yusuf has gone home from school, just been jemout ma kak Sabila." Rahma.

"Ooh yeah... Let's go home." Take me.

Then we went home, and when we got home we ate a simple lunch that my wife had provided.

After lunch, I went straight to my room. I sat on the edge of my bed.

My wife didn't go in the room for long.

"Lho kok tumben Papa had eaten not to the terrace, even to the room. What's the matter Pa..." Ask wife.

" From Joseph home to school sleepy Mom... Earlier in the office Papa also sleep, ee wake-up-gun turned out to be noon."

"Mother's massage Pa..." I'm nodding.

My wife started to scold me. I felt my anxiety lessen as I felt every touch of my wife's massage.

"Why not breath, right?"

"Sir Ma'am, it's just like Papa's tired."

"Ooh then the most appropriate medicine for Papa is now sleeping Pa. Maybe Papa is so great."

"Yes Mom. Papa sleep first..."

Wife nodded.

"Pa... I have something to say, but Papa is calm..."

I woke up and sat down in front of my wife. My feelings are bad.

"What's wrong, ma'am?" My toot.

"Ara was admitted to Pa's hospital..."

I was like struck by lightning. But I am calm my mind.

"What pain does Mom?

My wife cried and hugged me. I feel weak. The mind is unclear.