SURVIVING BECAUSE OF STATUS

EXTRA PART (POV AMIR)

I thought the angel of death would pick me up when I was in intensive care at that time.I felt like I was taking two men in white to a room with a very bright light, it dazzles every eye that sees it. One more step my foot will enter Before I finally hear Rania's voice calling me.

I'm turning. Well right, Rania waved at me in an increasingly loud voice. I turned around to hug her. I wanted to let go of the longing that tormented me all this time.I don't know why I suddenly felt the light go dark the two people who took me was gone.

My body was sucked in an endless long hallway, crashing in a room where my body was treated with various tools attached. I want to shout to call Rania, what power I have no power. My whole bones are as limp as jelly. I called my son but the only sound came out.

God gave me a second chance to right my wrongs on my loved ones who I accidentally hurt my heart even hurt my feelings.

I named the clinic AZ-ZAHRA. Which means beautiful, radiant shine and beauty.all it describes about Syafira my wife. She is radiantly beautiful and symbolizes beauty to anyone who sees her. I'll give this to her as my apology to my wife. As evidence of a three-year misunderstanding. And as proof that I really love her.

May she be happy with all this, I will pick her up after three years of her departure from my life. Redeem all my mistakes to him no matter what happens. The full decision was in his hands whether he would accept me back or get further away because of his hatred for me.

I thought I was going to spend my own old age lamenting fate with regret until the end of my life.

Again God was so good to me for giving me a second chance.

every day, every hour, even every second I feel my heart pounding beautifully. His smile paralyzed my mind. She's the same woman I met ten years ago. The woman who was able to make my heart flower only heard it when she called me “sayang”. His voice, the smell of his body is opium to me.

I want to take her wherever I go. I don't want to miss a minute without looking at the beautiful face of the peace-bearer in my heart. I fell in love with the mother of my children. I'm crazy as crazy as the woman who has taken all the pieces in my heart.

Like today, I was happy to see him laughing and chasing after our second son Adam who was one year old, just learning the way and being active. The happy face was clearly reflected when I saw my baby walk five steps.

“sayang,, Adam can already walk” his loud voice full of twinkle of happiness. Lifting Adam's petite body high kiss his cheeks gaunt then hugged him tightly. Unknowingly I laughed happily at the happiness emanated from the woman of my pride.

I swore I would not create any more sadness on his face.There would be no more tears of wound after this, and even if there were tears, I will make sure it is a happy tear and I am the cause, I will create heaven in my household forever.

“This is a replacement for the father who holds Adam, mother just sit later tired” I take over Adam from his hands. She's pouting. Ah, it's funny that face. I kissed her forehead

“mother sat down first accompany Rania to drink ice fruit” we turned towards Rania, she waved her hand. Calling his mother at a restaurant on the beach piggir. A place that gets its nickname the gods.

Well, we were on vacation here. three days ago I brought them over because there was a meeting with an investor from Germany.

I told you I didn't want to be separated from them for an hour. I can't resist the longing. Maybe Dilan is right. Missing is hard even I can't afford to endure it.

My woman ran over her head from the intense heat of the beach sun. Now it's my turn to accompany Adam to walk. My son likes to play with water. It took extra energy to seduce him to stop playing water. Her laughter was crisp as the tiny feet touched the water, a happy laugh as happy as my heart saw the healthy development of our baby.

Sometimes I get jealous of my children, my wife has more time with them than I am her father. Did you know my wife I want to hug you all day kissing and pricking you. I get angry when I see your face pouting. I want to hold you all night. I don't want to be apart anymore enough I've suffered because of that.

So which other favors I deny, how arrogant I am if I forget to be grateful. There will be no words to describe the joy of my heart now and perhaps forever.

I promised myself that I would work hard for the people I love to be miserable like we were at the beginning of the marriage that didn't happen to my children.

Contract a house, eat potluck because the money is only enough to buy a simple side dish. Long ago, my time was up for work. Now I will give them my time before my children grow up to have a life of their own.

when Adam was pregnant, he,

I was the happiest person in her pregnancy. But my heart was broken at the same time. Because it turns out that the existence of the fetus has no effect on his heart, I am happy that he is suffering more and more.

The umpteenth time I got him hurt. I don't blame the mother of my children completely. My second son's presence is not of his will.

I have given my heart to the loss of my wife at that time, my promise to release her after the birth of Adam must be fulfilled. His happiness is the goal of my life. I wouldn't force her to be unhappy next to me.

But if I may ask God, I do not want time to pass quickly. I feel like I'm counting down my own destruction. I don't want to cry in a pit of grief. I want to enjoy every beautiful moment with my wife and children before the time comes.

Whatever I would do to make her happy, even if she wanted to destroy my pride I accepted as long as it could make her happy.

I was happy to cook even though I initially got a rejection from Rania's mother. But my patience has borne sweet fruit so long he could not eat except my cooking. My chest is blowing, I am proud of the self that can conquer his heart.

Seeing the baby in my woman's womb getting bigger, the sadder my heart is. That means my time with them is decreasing. I want to take my wife wherever I go, not want me to take my eyes off her for a second.

The chancellor, to mom's house, I take her wherever she wants. And keeping all his wishes is a pleasant duty for me.

The age of the womb entering nine months increasingly tight my chest. My time with him was only one month. I can't imagine my life without them after this.

Getting to bed and waking up early is my routine. Every night my eyes hard closed, remembering my own promise to my wife. Waking up early before my wife woke up.

I'm gonna go to her room, kiss her forehead. Before I could go back to my room. Crying in prostration spills my barrel. Wish there was a miracle to turn the heart of the woman I love so as not to leave my life.

The more the content increases my female misery. The road is limped, even to put the shoes must be helped. The breath was getting heavier, I couldn't bear to see it.

And worse than that, he couldn't hold back when he was going backwards. I would gladly carry it, despite frequent rejection.

I took her to the office, with teary eyes she said she wanted to pee. I saw wet at the end of his robe. I smiled she was crying badly she said.

Know my wife I love you no matter what. The more you depend on me, the more proud I am. It means you need me more and more. I want you to depend on me for the last time we are together. Until the next time we part will have many wonderful memories that I will remember. As a gift that I was once precious in your eyes.

Until the day my wife gave birth. At 3am there was a knock on the door. The pregnant woman stood on the doorstep with pain. I can't bear to see it. As soon as I felt it, my brain was dead-end unable to think. I took the bag that had been prepared long before. Carrying you in the car, taking Rania to sleep, I was like a madman at the time. Even the car keys I forgot when it was ready to be in front of the wheel.

It's silly, but my brain doesn't function properly when I see my wife in pain. Sweat on the forehead. The bite of his lips even his voice held back the pain making me unable to think clearly.

I was driving very fast, afraid of anything happening before we got to the hospital. Strengthening her by clasping her hands tightly was one way I could ease her suffering.

I am a man who has never had difficulty getting pregnant and giving birth. But, looking at the picture of pain and misery on your face I understand a little that it is not easy to go through all this.

I thought that I would not be together again after the birth of my second child, I had already willingly released it for his happiness. I'm sure the more I tie him the more it tortures him. I have no other choice. My goal is to see him happy. I don't want to torture him with my ego.

I pray that God will bring him to a man far better than me who can make him happy. Love does require sacrifice and this is my greatest sacrifice.

My love is so crazy, the more I love her the more I want to let her go. Because I knew my love would only hurt her.

Rania came down and waved at me before finally entering the school gate.

I sat in the car crying for my last day with the people I love. I round out my resolve now is the right time, I take my car slowly. Coming home with a broken heart to the moment of farewell with my wife. It's sad that I'm getting more excruciating considering my time with Adam was too short.

The two months I was with him I did everything, bathed Adam, served Rania, cooked for them I did happily at least I did my best. In my last seconds I wrote a beautiful story in every togetherness.

I entered the room feeling devastated, seeing two of my loved ones curled up under the covers. I wanted to hug her but I prevented it. Until I could only pat my wife on the shoulder asking for a watch that I put on the nightstand myself. Silly is not the way I say goodbye, I am not the best man for him.

Suddenly his face was confused by the suitcase in my room. My wife fell silent as I expressed my intention to complete my promise. I thought it was easy that I wasn't strong. I cried like a fool in front of him. I can't hold back my tears, I'm hurt. She was crying too.

I guess this is just plain sadness, two people who once loved each other then separated next meet, then will be two strangers back. It turned out that God answered my prayer, the woman asked me not to leave her for the sake of the children, my wife asked me to care for and raise them together.

Finished putting the shirt in the suitcase, I said goodbye. It's heavy but I can do what. I hugged him, kissed him on the forehead. I want her to know that I really love her. Now and then he is the ruler of my heart. I pull my suitcase slowly towards the door. My wife hugged me from behind.

Suddenly he pulled my neck, bringing our lips together long enough. I let go of the kiss.I did not want to be caliph, and made the mistake again by bringing it to bed and tightening it to finish my long untouchable passion.

L'm happy? no, I'm sure he did it just for the sake of a status. My wife will be even more tormented if she keeps me for status. Until that beautiful sentence slid from her lips.

“i fell in love for the umpteenth time to a man named Amir syarifudin” his voice melodious to my ear.

Lord, quickly you answered my prayer. My chest is blowing, happy I can't describe. I whispered countless words of thanks.

I said, Thank you infinitely, the woman I love the most gives me a second chance, I promise I will use this the best I can I don't want to disappoint her again.

“sayang, I want to talk important he said” that melodious voice ripped me from daydreams. My woman ran with a device in her hand.

“assalamualaikum bu” answered mother's call after receiving the rectangular object from her hand.

“walaikum greetings son, when do you go home? if it can be accelerated. Nisa's wedding is forwarded next week” my mom's voice from across the street is surprising to me.

“koq can bu, he said it is still three months away waiting for Nisa to be ready. indeed Nisa already wants?” my many. I'm not lying nisa doesn't want to marry that arrogant, arrogant man she said she was very strange.

“Fatih who asked to be accelerated, because his ex Nisa asked to return again he apologized for his mistake yesterday. Even the man came alone facing mom wanting to make up with the funny Nisa” once my sister.

“mother herself how, do not force Nisa if you do not want to be the same fatih bu. let Nisa be happy with her choice” pity also if nisa has to get married because of force.

“if mom agrees with fatih, what is her lack. Handsome, well established, sholeh. Not the mother glare about her property, I just hope nisa gets a husband who can take care and guide her. After all fatih is not new.we all know him” my mother was right too.

“reason Nisa does not want why” I hold the hand of Adam who wants to walk to the middle.

“because fatih is a CEO, nisa wants it simple. Your sister is a teacher. He wanted to be himself, free like a commoner without rules without bodyguards. Now Fatih just had his men guard Nisa at school afraid her ex came again to see Nisa he said” I want to laugh but I hold it.

“you cepetan go home mom already miss Rania with Adam, if there is Rania at least nisa want to go out of the room. For two days he had locked himself in shame with his teacher's friends because of the practice he said. Mother to the point of confusion persuaded him” a strange story. Nisa and fatih

“i try ya bu” our talks close

“ibu why” asks my wife

“your branch asks to marry Nisa next week” her eyes are wide, funny how furious her face is. I want to kiss her now I swear I didn't lie, so anxious. I pulled him over my arms.

“don't show that adorable face in front of me baby I'm afraid I can't stand it. He hit my chest I pulled his neck I lowered my head. I found our lips.

Beautiful, the beach breeze adds to my mood, I'm happy really very happy.

“indeed you want anything else, the sign you made on my body is already too many” the answer seems to challenge me

“not , here, here. And here” I felt her stomach, waist and thighs.

“do not many-many masters will be mistaken for people I koregan” we circled with happy laughter. I kissed her lips briefly My hand was still tightly hugging her waist.

“you want to show me who your body is. This is all you can see me” I put my hug on his body.

“dad same mother forgot the same Adam” voice Rania surprised me

“astaghfirullah..” We realized I turned my head. Adam was taken by Rania

“tadi Almost to the middle” my son was upset, we hugged him together.

“we were told to go home quickly as mother” opened the conversation after my wife finished cleaning herself in the villa we rented.

“koq I so want to menewer ears bang fatih yes, I told you to slowly walk first until nisa melt. Why be maksa so” my wife's face is upset.

“actually your brother could not his way to conquer chick” my question while pulling my lap. Rania and Adam are asleep. Probably tired after playing outside.

I inhale the aroma of his body which is only covered with a towel, his hair is wet the aroma of shampoo that until life feels refreshing.

“sayang dalurin I want to wear a change of clothes first” he said protest was about to come down from my lap I more I tightened my arms.

“begini just for a minute” I did not take it off

“I don't believe, later the incident again.I'm tired dear” well, he's not wrong. I will never be able to stand with my wife.

“oke, kiss cheek briefly run out it mas detel” good offer is not

“pipi only, do not the others” hahaha..funny once not. who can bear it if it is like this forgive me dear I hilaf. Lovely Hilaf I lifted her up to the bed, our room next to my children's room. It was late afternoon, but I told you I fell in love with the same woman every day.

Note: some are interested in the story of Fatih and Nisa. Want to make extra parts or other stories. Give me input yes. thank you all...