My wife's lover

chapter 96

Alina and Anissa. I gave names to my twin daughters. One week they both were. The doctor said the condition of my two twin daughters is starting to progress.

Now almost all my time is up to the hospital. I only come home occasionally to take my two children to school.

Even to the minimarket I only come to control the morning and night. My mind won't calm down if I linger away from the hospital. The hospital is like a second home to me. I began to sleep well at night even though I only slept on a long bench in the waiting room.

My mother only went to the hospital once because Alya and Andre also had to take care of their needs. I know my mom must be really tired but she never complained. He always gave me strength, gave me strength.

I was able to stand up until now, all because of the support from mom. I can't despair. I must continue to hope and pray for the Creator.

Right now, I'm taking my two kids to school.

"So my twin sister's names, Anisa and Alina huh, yeah?" ask Alya.

"Yes, honey. Do you like their names?"

"I like yah! My sisters' names are great!" praise daughter.

I smiled, "Always pray for the sisters, yes. May they be strong and may we take them home soon."

"Amen! Aye, yeah. I always pray for them. I can't wait to play with them and my mom! I miss mommy, dad!"

"Yes, kid. I miss my mom too!"

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My mom and I are cleaning up all my twin baby stuff. Today we will take them home because today is exactly one month they were treated in the NICU room.

The doctor said that my twins were allowed to be brought home because they were developing very well. I am so grateful that on the other hand there is sadness in my heart. Until now, the children's mother still did not want to wake up from her sleep.

I used one baby sitter to take care of my twins. Because I can't possibly let my own mother take care of them. My mom would watch her babysitter straight away so I wouldn't worry too much about my twins being taken care of by someone else.

Incidentally there was a neighbor near the mother's house, a widow who was a little younger than my mother had no home and just lived in a hostel like I used to. Her name is Mina's mother. Perhaps Mina's mother was around fifty years old. Ms. Mina will stay at home while taking care of my twins.

"Mom can carry the baby, right? He's still so small!" I asked Mina.

I was so worried because I saw the physicality of my baby that was unlike Alya and Andre when they were babies.

"God can do it, sir!" he answered with a smile.

"Loh, don't call 'master'! Just call me Anto, ma'am! Just like my mom called me!" my firmness.

"No, I'm someone else."

"Hmm, that's okay, ma'am. I don't like being called 'mister'!"

"Yeah. I just call 'son Anto', huh? Just like your mother?"

"It's okay, mom!"

After all that is done, we then go for an estimate. I put all my baby stuff in the trunk of the car. After my mother and Mina got into the car, I rushed to drive my car towards the house.

The plan is for my two daughters to sleep in the room downstairs. So my mom and Mina are going to sleep with my twins. While my daughter Alya has started sleeping with her brother Andre.

Because I don't have baby clothes yet, so I take baby gear at the minimarket instead of buying somewhere else. From the baby diaper to the baby box I took from the minimarket.

When I got home, Mr. Toto helped me bring baby things to the lower room. Aunt has been tidying up the room since this morning. After all my baby needs and milk were available, I went back to the hospital to see my wife.

"I went to the hospital first, Mom. I'm waiting for Santi!" pamitku to mom.

"Hopefully the bunch of kids will wake up, son!" my mother said expectantly.

"Aamijin! sahutku.

I drove the car towards the hospital. I'm heading straight for the ICU.

"What's my wife's condition, has there been any progress, sus?" ask the nurse who is standing guard in my wife's room in the care.

"Alhamdulillah, sir. Its saturation had started to normal and was not going up and down again like before. The fever is no longer high. Her cancer treatment is still going on!" obviously sister.

"Alhamdulillah!" I said expectantly.

"Don't forget to keep praying!"

I sat next to my wife whispering the holy verses of the Quran in her ear.

"Excuse me, sir. I want to give liquid food to your father's wife first" said the nurse.

"Please, sus!" my answer.

The nurse then gave my wife liquid food through the NGT hose. Since my wife and twins were taken care of in a special room, I began to understand a little the term often spoken by the sisters.

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I am not tired of praying and trying to heal my wife. Today my twins are four months old. That means my wife's been in a coma for four months. A long and long time for me.

But I never get tired of coming to wait for her, whispering words of love and passion for her. Hopefully he can hear what I'm saying and can feel the affection I've given him even if he's in a coma.

The growth of my twin babies was also very rapid. I'm so grateful. Their weight is now normal until I now dare to carry them.

When a few days ago they were taken to the pediatrician, the doctor said the weight of my two twin daughters was already 5.5 kilograms. Whatever it is I'm so grateful. They could also already smile and start to be able to raise their heads a little.

Alya has also started to be able to walk like before. It was just that he no longer dared to go up and down the stairs while running. But since my wife was treated, our family has never gone out even for a walk. At home, I still feel that there is less.

I have not been to the hospital very often because after all I still have to run my wife's minimarket business. But every night I would stay in the hospital and the next morning I would go home to see my twins and take my two kids to school.

I was busy at the minimarket. Lots of new stuff coming in. The baby equipment I once picked up was changed again. The stuff is now more complete.

Minimarket employees are now 16 people. Two security guards stand guard at night.

Although my wife's hospital expenses were considerable, I never cared about it. And for that I am getting active in working to advance my wife's minimarket. Make a lot of money for medical expenses.

Although I know that the recovery for my wife is very thin but I am not discouraged. Santi is the woman who gives me light in the darkness. When I was down, when I felt unloved, and when I was feeling small, he came up to lift me from the slump and give me a glimmer of hope.

"Dad, tomorrow is Sunday. I want to accompany you to stay at the hospital, okay?" pinta.

"In the hospital it's not good. You can't rest comfortably, son. You're home, yeah!" reject me smooth.

"I miss mom, dad!"

"Alya pray that you will quickly wake up and be able to return to our midst, dear! You better be at home helping grandma take care of the sisters."

"I always doain mommy, dad!"

"Good boy. Now my sister is good at laughing every time you play, yes. Later the sisters will find out if you don't exist."

"Yes yeah, I'm at home just help grandma take care of sister."

"Well, that's dad's son!"

I hugged and kissed my daughter lovingly. May my children always be in the protection of Allah.

I don't think I have three daughters and one son. The responsibility is getting bigger. And I will not continue to fall because I think of their mother.

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Sorry if there is a typo. Thanks for reading 😊🙏

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