Sorry Boss, I Love U

Sorry Boss, I Love U
SB 101S



My head felt on someone's soft caress, I was shocked and suddenly woke up from my sleep.


I saw that Angga had woken up and forced a sweet smile on me.


" How are you. does it still hurt ??? I asked with a lot of worry.


because I see Angga still grimacing occasionally in pain when moving a little.


He answered my question with a slight nod and a smile that was forced again.


I feel so bad. Seeing the pain in Angga and . . . .


Angga grabbed my hand to hold it, I did not reject it either.


I felt him talking to me from heart to heart.


Occasionally Angga gently squeezes my fingers.


" I'm sorry "he said, whispering.


" For what ??? I should be the one apologizing. Because I was too lazy to close my eyes not to care about my own husband. "my mouth comforted him and turned to gently squeeze his arm.


I didn't expect, this burly, macho-looking man finally shed his tears.


I was surprised at him


" Why ??? does it hurt ??? I'll call the watch doctor "my question when I see her tears rolling slowly wet the smooth cheeks.


" No, no one was sick. for some reason arrived - suddenly these tears did not want to stop "sawhatutnya with a voice that had begun to be heard clearly even though it was still weak.


" Do you want to eat or drink ??? " question me with a gentle stroking of his arm


" It is not yet permissible, for I have not been able to fart "he said to be ashamed - ashamed


" It's true, last night you've farted a few times. "my mouth said with a teasing tone but it's true Angga has farted many times. I clearly heard it.


" Right . . . "he said again with great shame.


" It's okay, you were also unintentionally right ?? now I'm looking for porridge and mineral water huh ?? or do you want some warm tea ??? " i will rise up from where I sit.


" There is no need for a moment to also have my allowance for breakfast from this Hospital. "said Angga by preventing me to sit back.


" No, I'm not so hungry "he said, still holding me back from sitting down.


I also according to him, I was forced to give in because I tried to save Angga's energy to not always force me to sit.


Because I see him grimacing with pain every time he keeps me from sitting next to him.


We also chatted casually with him asking me news, news of the business that I was living and others.


As we were having a casual chat arrived - a nurse arrived with a food cart,


" Bapak Angga can you fart ?? " Task the nun without Tedeng Aling - Aling who makes the face of the Red Goose because it restrains shame.


Although this was not the first time for him.


" It's susu, last night my husband farted "my sahut represents Angga who is holding back the shame to answer it.


" Good, so this morning Mr. Angga has got a right ration huh.


Meanwhile, Mr. Angga got rations to eat marrow porridge, yes, with milk drinks. Segara ate yes after that in taking his medicine "said the nurse suggested.


" Thank you sister" I said before the nurse walked away and did not forget the nurse replied to me with a smile and a nod of her head.


" I'm a bribe huh ??? you do not wake up first, must still be sick from the surgery" I said by holding Angga who will wake up to eat his food.


He also finally complied and I tried to raise the back of his head slightly by turning the iron located around the bed.


After being in the right position, finally I began to feed the marrow porridge into the mouth of Angga.


Slowly - slowly but surely Angga devoured the sweet-savory porridge.


" It's Put, Eneg it feels " said Angga stopped my feed


" This is still a lot, please spend it so that your stamina will recover "my mouth seduces him.


" No, really eneg taste, I can not eat too much sweet food "south then by wanting to spit out the porridge that is still in his mouth.


" All right, I'm stopping. But please try not to be spewed. So that your stomach is not empty. "my door gently wiped my mouthfuls in his mouth with the tissue I took in my bag.


" I don't want that milk either. For ages I never drank it. "said Angga when I would lift milk in a glass on a nightstand.