My uncle my husband

Nostalgic

"How's Gunawan doing?" ask Amry who just came out of the nursery.

Rama raised his face and looked down again, for he was sitting on a long bench near his wife.

"Well.. Come on to the sick rash!" Amry no longer asked because he also already knew what happened to Mr. Gunawan, it was impossible for him to survive such tubular shots.

But before their steps up they saw Alika who was like a daze and eventually fell unconscious, suddenly it surprised Rama and Amry who were there.

"Dear wake! Oh no dear!" Rama panicked instead of playing his hands that shook violently.

In between the fanfare, there was a well-built man who entered the hallway watching Alika who was brought by Rama.

"Wait!" the man stopped Rama's steps but the panicked Rama rebuked instead.

"Why? don't see my wife fainting huh..!" said Rama Sangar, the man looked elus chest and spoke softly.

"I'm a doctor! And I can help her!" said the man softly but firmly. Rama swallows his saliva and nods in trust because seeing the charisma of the man he looks like a good man who has no evil intentions.

"All right!" Rama takes Alika to a treatment room where Amry treats her wounds.

The doctor looked deftly examine Alika with the existing tool, Rama who was watching from a distance just staring lethargic at his wife who looked helpless on the bed.

"I guessed it!" suddenly the man cried out, he saw the left chest area of Alika, Rama who did not like the view of the man that led to his object then glared sharply.

"Why are you watching my wife's body, huh? Don't be like that!" threatening Rama sangar, the man shook his head and smiled gently.

"It looks like he has a very rare heart disease!" said the man later.

When Rama heard that he was surprised not playing, he glared in disbelief at the condition of the wife's body.

"How is it possible? he's never complained of pain before." Rama held the hand of his wife who felt very cold.

"Yes, it is like that, but when the condition worsens it will lead to dangerous things, and the trigger of the recurrence of the disease is usually due to trauma, and inner pressure" said the man explained.

Rama breathed his breath violently stroking gently the hand of his loving wife.

"Do you really not know me?" the doctor patted Rama on the shoulder.

"No!" rama replied briefly that he felt he had never met the man before him.

"I Ferry! do you still not remember?" Ferry introduced himself to a man who himself felt very confident when he met people he knew very well.

"I don't know!" Rama briefly replied with a mind that was confused with many problems.

"It's okay, even if he doesn't know you at least I remember you!" Amry patted Ferry on the shoulder with his invisible smile.

"Huh? who're you?" Ferry was surprised to hear a voice he was so familiar with but with a face he was so unfamiliar with.

"Oh my goodness, to Rama who does not know you remember. And I clearly know you you don't know, so outrageous!" amry shook his head.

Ferry raised his eyebrows not understanding, he was completely blind in the face of the person before him.

"F I'm A still forgetting?" asked Amry again feeling very upset at his best friend.

"O. ka...are you A?" Ferry pointed his finger at Amry's absort face.

"Ah, it's too late! am I perfect for her disguise?" amry proudly stroked her berewok which adorned the area of her chin and jaw.

"Crazy, is this you A serious dong?" Ferry dyed to pay attention to every corner of the strapping man who looked very old.

"hm.hm..!" Amry answered briefly with Deheman, but they returned to focus on seeing Rama who looked very sad.

Amry and Ferry put an end to his nostalgia and looked at Rama very closely, Ferrey whispered again.

"I feel like he looks like Ridwan and that woman looks a lot like the female version of Leonard, but he says it was his wife when he married his own niece!" ferry whispered to Amry, but because of Rama's very sharp ears and hearing he could hear the whisper.

"I married my own niece!" rama stroked Alika's forehead which looked sweaty.

"Ehh.." Ferry was surprised to get a direct answer from Rama he swallowed his saliva feeling awkward.

"I love him and Alik loves me, but I don't forbid our relationship because my status is only as an adopted brother of Leo's sister" Rama explained.

Ferry again swallowed his saliva get a lecture from Rama, he knew very well how the nature of Ridwan who now changed the name to Rama. He has an extraordinary cold and intimidating nature, very much different from the nature of his other adopted brothers such as Nathan and Leonard.

"Who are you?" resolutely back Rama asked Ferry which made the man's face turn pale.

"I'm Ferry, I'm one of the five members of FLAGJ" replied Ferry introducing himself.

"FLAGJ?" a name so foreign to Rama's ears made his eyes narrow.

"Ferry, Leonarad, Amry, Gunawan and Jhonathan.that's the name of our group and we're more familiar with our initial letters." Amry explained, with a fluffy smile.

Rama lowered his face again. And saw a movement from the eyes of the wife.

"Darling..!" Rama approached and noticed Alika's eyes were moving with her hand that continued to hold Alika.

"There's eucalyptus oil?" Ferry to a nurse who is tidying up goods there.

The nurse nodded and opened the cupboard to pick up a bottle of eucalyptus oil.

"Grapped on your wife's left chest area and remember to be very slow!" ferry handed the eucalyptus oil to Rama.

No need to be in the back, Amry and Ferry came out of the room to let Rama take care of the body area that they did not deserve to see.

After they all came out Rama flicked Alika's clothes and did what was recommended to him by Ferry before. His worried eyes were now wandering wildly looking at a mound that was crimping each other, he continued to swallow his saliva as his eyes stared at the two objects.

Rama gently stroked Alika's left chest with lust and worry that mixed into a gado gado, which was, Rama had forgotten his concerns at that time on the condition of Pak Gunawan and Ikhna who may now be together with Rayan. Several times Rama blamed his eyes which he could not control.

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