My Love is Wrong

Critical sense

ARA

I have been hospitalized for almost a week. My fever's not coming down.

I feel so weak. My appetite is non-existent.

I'm resigned to my situation.

Yesterday Pram and Mbak Pipin called my husband. And I can talk for a while because I'm really weak and powerless.

Pram and mbak Pipin gave me spirit, I am happy and happy. I can talk to Mr. Pipin. I'm glad I apologized to her for all my wrongs to her.

I want to heal but I am helpless. Only prayer and spirit I have. I want to heal.

My husband is very loyal waiting for me. She always accompanied me, she always encouraged me.

My children are very worried about my situation. Aldi and Arjun want to go home but circumstances are not possible because they are currently semester. Arini and Azka are at home with Bibi.

Sometimes Arini da Azka stopped by to see me after school. "Mama must heal, adek kangen accompanied by sleeping Ma..." Arini. Azka just looked at me sadly.

I was so sad to see my children, they must have lost their mother when I wasn't home.

As for the business of the store, while in the handle Siti. But sometimes my husband took the time to visit the store for a moment to see the situation.

"Ma ... This is Papa buying Mama's favorite pudding, eat it first..." Said my new husband and brought me some pudding.

I'm shaking... The desire to eat is gone. I just want to sleep I feel so tired.

"Maa... Eat this pudding a little bit... Yeah..." My husband is a bit pushy.

I finally nodded. Then my husband bribed me. Only half I ate the pudding, suddenly I felt full, I could not afford to spend it. While my body feels weak.

My husband rubbed my forehead. Lho Ma .. How did the fever go up again?"

I smiled and then closed my eyes.

Suddenly my breath felt tight, and my vision blurred.

The nurses came and checked on me. And soon the doctor was there. They checked my situation.

I felt so sleepy, and weak. I heard my husband yelling my name.

I'm totally helpless.

The doctor checked my condition. My blood pressure's dropping. Then the doctor told the nurse to take the medicine. Which was then injected into my body.

I can only give up and in my helplessness I pray.

"Please heal me, Lord.... Only to YOU do I beg and take refuge...Heal me Lord..."

I wanted to scream but my voice couldn't come out. My chest feels tight and hurts so much.

Once my condition stabilized somewhat, my husband was allowed in.

MUHLAS

"Please Sir... Now you can go with mom again." One of the nurses said and let me in.

I sat down on the edge of my wife's bed. I wept.

I told Ara my wife, even though she fell asleep after being given a drug injection by a doctor.

" lady....I love and love my mom.... Be strong.... Look at our children Ma . They need you."

I held my wife's hand, I kissed her. I wept. I'm afraid of what's happening that I don't want to see my wife.

Then I whispered to my wife..."Maa... I know you're strong Ma... Be healed... Please my dear spirit. Your sick-fight. I need you, the kids need you. I promise to make you happy..."

I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I could only cry and pray for my wife's recovery.

I often let her down and cry. I promised myself I would fix myself and pay more attention to my wife. I'll make her happy...