She's My Husband!!!

The Pendant

Now Davina stepped gontai towards Orchid room number 5. He found out after reading a message from his sister, Diandra. The new facts he knew today left him deeply shocked. Limp helpless, why is that fact only revealed after so long? Faras, how is the girl now? It must have been hard being Faras back then, right?

Arriving at the doorway where Bimo was being treated, Davina frowned. The boisterous sound of people's laughter sounded very clear from outside. He could guess who was inside making those boisterous sounds.

He opened the door, but no one noticed his arrival.

"Can be on them! You're disturbing the patient next door!" davina said quite loudly. Instantly they were all silent, looking at the source of the sound.

"Wah-wah, your fierce sister dateng tuh, Bim." said one of Bimo's friends who was familiar with Davina.

Lazily Davina walked towards the bed where Bimo, with automatically some friends Bimo move aside to make room for the pregnant woman.

"I thought bang Bimo would leave me."

Bimo hugged Davina back with his left hand, that was all he could do now.

"All right, I'm sorry to worry you" said Bimo, smiling with his pale lips.

Bimo knows himself enough if he is the cause of worry about the closest people. But what can be done, the disaster came without wanting to tell first.

"Udah kek hugs him, there will be jealous." said the man who is known as Gio.

"What the hell lo bang, say you're jealous right?"

"I'm jealous of someone who's engaged." he can still be heard.

"Udah enough, you guys if you meet a mulu fight, wonder me." Lerai Bimo middle.

Davina tried to wipe Bimo's bandaged right arm. And the owner complained of pain.

"Be careful Davina, Bimo's hands and feet broke bones. Do not be too moved, it will hurt." said the woman who had also been standing next to the patient's bed. The woman Davina knew named Askya grabbed Bimo's hand and put it back on slowly.

"Eh yes, sorry bang." Davina felt bad. He moved to the sofa to sit while watching Askya painstakingly feed Bimo with porridge before taking the medicine.

Davina smiled watching the two, already like a couple she thought. The closeness of Bimo and Askya has been known for a long time, but only as friends. Several times the woman visited her home to meet with Bimo.

Today was a very long day for him, very tiring. Subconsciously Davina lay her head on the back of the sofa. Now the pleasure of resting is rarely obtained. Especially if it wasn't for her pregnancy. Davina accidentally fell asleep.

Bimo's friends have gone home, in contrast to Askya who is still waiting for Bimo.

"You're home now, Kya. It's late at night, I'm afraid there'll be nothing on the way." said Bimo.

"Let's go, Bim. I can't leave you alone. Look, Davina's sleeping. Later if you need nothing no one takes anymore."

"Do not think of me, Kya. Harris's coming back soon, he's just praying. Yes, I'm the same" said Bimo a little pushy.

"Judah you make it, I'm going home now Bim. You're a healed splinter!"

"Yes, thank you. Be careful on the road, if you've told me." Bimo waved his hand until the girl disappeared behind the door.

Now he and Davina are asleep. It felt like Bimo was so bored from yesterday just a drop. The broken bones made him unable to move much.

Clamps

The open door displays a person who has just finished praying, complete with a pecinya. Yes Harris since adzan maghrib to isya is indeed in the hospital mosque.

"Need something?" harris asked to see Bimo trying to accomplish something.

Harris nods to pick up the blanket in the suitcase, walking towards the sofa where his wife is. And shrouding Davina's entire body ended with a good-night kiss on her forehead. Harris really misses his wife, he sees the face that looks adorable.

"Lo can go home now, Harris. Poor Davina, let him rest freely in your room."

In addition to feeling sorry for Davina, Bimo also felt sorry for Harris. He knew for sure they both needed time together after a few days apart.

"Gue will be home, but later after mamah nyampe."

Of course, he might have the heart to leave Bimo alone with such conditions. Harris still has feelings.

Bimo no longer responded, he preferred silence. He just stared at the ceiling of the room nuanced white. Boring, he wanted to sleep but his eyes could not be closed. It is complete suffering at this time, not only physically wounded but also heart.

***

"You're not going home to say the same to me anyway." the woman with a ruffled waist scolded her husband who had just finished bathing.

"Well, no papa, no one told me anything." the man walked back to the closet to get his clothes.

Davina was still in bed looking at Harris. He woke up ten minutes ago. At first he was shocked to suddenly be in his room, but hearing the sound of water gurgling in the bathroom he could already guess who did it.

After he was done wearing clothes, Harris approached his wife.

"Why buy mas, then?" Harris looked at Davina who was also staring at him.

"Not papa,"

"You have to change your clothes first, you have not prayed, right?" asked Harris who was taken in by him.

Davina walked towards the bathroom while carrying a pregnant negligee to the bathroom, only the clothes were comfortable when sleeping.

Harris turned to the couch with his laptop. Especially if not work, now he is busy, busy looking for money to finance labor and household needs. He has to work hard for the baby who will soon be born into the world.

Sometimes his eyes glanced at his wife who was praying. Davina worship with a sitting position, of course, her stomach is difficult if you have to prostrate.

"Here," call Harris when Davina's done. He also closed his laptop and patted the sofa next to him. Davina, according to her, approached her husband.

"Mas wants najiin utun first." Harris pulled Davina closer, head down aligned with Davina's belly. He begins with a basmalah reading, followed by an elucidation of the stomach. Just a few short letters and sholawat prophets tonight.

Davina smiled with Harris' treatment of her, something like this never absent Harris did except when she was not at home.

"Please off your face first huh?" without waiting for his approval Harris removed the face from the wife's head. He did not want Davina to overheat, because some sweat droplets were visible on her forehead.

Harris confirmed the wife's hair covered part of her pretty face, "Beautiful," she wrote a red tinge on Davina's cheek.

"The new press knows you like the initialed pendant." whispered Harris right in Davina's ear.

Confused what to answer, he hugged Harris tightly, drowning his entire face in the chest of the husband's field. It was impossible if he said the pendant was a gift from someone from the past right?

"It was just an ordinary locket" he said.

Harris slightly raised his eyebrows, what did he mean?

"Yes, let's go to bed."

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