My Love is Wrong

Calling Ara's husband

Two days had passed since Ara's husband called, there was no news of Ara.

I go through my days feeling very long and heavy. I'm not calm.

How's Ara doing now?

My god.... I'm fretting.

I'm not going to the office today. I feel so lemes.

" lt.... Later in the afternoon Papa's schedule controls to the doctor. Later let me take Rahma yaa..." My wife said and sat beside me with a glass of tea and a pisgor snack.

"Papa is well, ma'am... Papa thinks Papa should have had enough control." I said.

"Papa is still often tired and limp, according to the mother should keep Papa control treatment. Yes Pa..."

I looked at my wife and nodded.

"Make the tea, ma'am." I said.

"Oh yes Pa... I'm waiting for news from Ara but it's been 2 days there's no news...Mom was worried. Papa has Ara's husband's number?"

Ask wife.

I'm nodding. Let Papa call Ara's husband. Papa will ask about Ara's situation.

"Yes Pa ..."

I asked my wife to help me get my phone that was being hacked in my room.

Then I called Ara's husband. I tried again, but still not connected.

"Maybe Ara's husband is busy, ma'am..." I said.

Wife nodded. I sat next to my wife holding her.

A few minutes later, my phone rang. I saw it from Ara's husband and I immediately accepted it.

" Hello...."

"Yes Mr. Pram ... I'm sorry I was driving sir so I couldn't take the call."

"It's okay, sir. I'm sorry sir, I received information from my wife she said Ara was sick. How's Ara doing now?"

"Yes Mr. Pram... Ara was sick, it had been a few days Ara was hospitalized in the hospital. Ara is still limp. The fever is still high. Please help me pray, sir."

I wanted to cry but I held it.

"Yes sir, my wife and I always pray for Ara."

My phone is a speaker so my wife can also hear my conversation with Ara's husband.

" Yeah... Please give our regards to Ara."

"Good Sir.. I'll tell you. I arrived at Ara's room. Ne Ara had already woken up from her sleep."

"Sorry sir, can you help me talk to Ara." I said request.

"Yeah, wait... Dear... This is a call from Mr. Pram and his wife..."

"b...Its me. Ar ..." I said...

"Hmmm.... Pramm...." I heard the voice of Ara.

"Yeah baby...Ooh sorry.... Yes Ara... Why did you get to be like this? You're making me worry about Ar..."

" I don't know why Pram... Where's Mrs Pipin?" The voice sounded very weak.

"Lady..." I said to my wife and the cellphone on my wife My wife was crying.

"Yeah Ara... It's mbak... You must be Ar's spirit, Mbak always doain you. I miss your voice telling stories. Miss Ar ..."

"Yeah mbak...Ara is also kangen... Sorry Ara never called." Ara's voice sounded like crying.

" Now you must be zealous, eager to heal. Look at your husband, your children... They need you, they need you. You are hearing the words..." Wife says.

"Yeah mbak...Macation... Doain Ara ya mbak, Pram...Doain Ara's..."

"Yeah Ar.... Ma'am and Pram always pray for your recovery."

" Sir...Maafin Ara yaa.... I've already hurt my heart. Sorry yes..."

" Hmmm you said what Ar... You're not wrong, you don't have to talk about that anymore. Now you just have to be excited to heal. That's aja. Yep... Ma'am's promise, yes Ar..." Ara's voice was crying.

My wife is still crying. While I was standing staring deep into the hallway of the road to my house. My thoughts go to Ara, worried about Ara's state.

From Ara's voice, I could tell that Ara was in a bad state.

"Now, you rest first... Calm your mind, confident that God will provide healing for you. I'm sure you'll be healed. Then yes first... Tomorrow I'll call again..." Wife says.

"Yes mbak ..." Then I heard Ara calling her husband.

And my wife gave me her phone.

" Yes, my wife and I are allowed to talk to Ara." I said.

"Together Mr. Pram. I also thank you, Ara's smoga can gradually improve. Greetings to your wife."

"Yes Sir... " I said and the phone ended.

I sat looking at my phone, my wife leaning her head on my shoulder. I took a long breath.