Teach Me to Love You

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"It's still hard to move, honey?"

Ghani sat on the side of the bed, stroking Khalisa's left hand. The wounds on his stomach were better today. Khalisa's condition is recovering more slowly.

"Hu'uh," Khalisa nodded softly. "Why not kayak on tv, shot out can run, Bang." Thought limp.

Ghani rubbed Khalisa's head in anxiety. "It's just on tv, honey. Years can be spent with just one sentence, ten years later." Taught with the ruckus.

"Can dong, this wound is healed in an instant." The pregnant woman grimaced to see her hand wrapped in bandages hard to move.

"Could, let's go to tv first." Ghani is cheeky. "Breakfast first to heal quickly, later the doctor comes to check."

Ghani's wife, according to her, ate fed her husband. Just one mouthful of her stomach rebelling.

"Toy... Hoek..."

Khalisa held his mouth with his right hand. Ghani immediately panicked how to get his wife to the bathroom quickly.

"Let's help my dear, slow down." Ghani leads Khalisa while holding an infusion pole. Unable to bear it, the pregnant woman vomited on the floor.

Ghani massaged Khalisa's nape, "no papa's throwing up here." He said, then took a tissue to clean his wife's mouth. When Ghani was done, he took Khalisa to the bathroom, helping wash his face.

"You're so pale, Kha. We go to the hospital. You're better, take care of you." He said while gently rubbing the wife's face.

"I don't want to, I want to be at home." Chirping Khalisa with teary eyes.

"Yes, at home." Ghani finally broke up, unable to force. Bring Khalisa back to bed. Not long after the art came to clean up Khalisa's vomit scars.

"Continue eating ya, Kha." A spoonful of rice hung in front of Khalisa's mouth. The pregnant woman shook her head while covering her nose.

"Don't eat that, it smells bad."

"Sir, please bring all this food down." Pinta Ghani on the finished art of cleaning the floor. "Replace soup, bring fruits, as well" he continued.

"Yes, it's." The art brought all the food that was on the nightstand.

"What do you want to eat?" Ghani asked gently, her hand stroking Khalisa's dear stomach.

Khalisa shook his head, "want to hug." His great-grandson, Ghani smiled faintly, climbing onto the bed hugging his wife carefully.

"Sister's stomach isn't sick?"

"It's better" he answered. If the pain is still, but he must recover quickly in order to take care of his wife.

Not until twenty minutes art came to bring soup and fresh fruit. Ghani soon wakes up and wakes his wife as well.

"Kha try to eat again yes, kasian dedek if Mother does not eat." Guided Ghani, he had prepared a plastic bag if Khalisa vomited again.

"Yes" he answered followed by a nod of the head. Khalisa could only eat a few mouthfuls, after which he could not put food into his stomach anymore. Back vomiting.

Ghani stared at his beloved Pilu who was limp from vomiting many times. Long peek at the forehead. "Kha, what do you want to eat, honey?"

"Kha, don't eat."

The father-to-be, according to him, stroked Khalisa's head. "Yes, if Kha wants to eat something say yes." Again, Ghani could not force, the more forced his wife would be more tormented because she continued to vomit.

"This is a prescription for nausea and vitamin relief" said the doctor after finishing treatment. Ghani thanked him, then the doctor left followed by Tomi.

Some time later Tomi came back to bring the newly redeemed medicine. Giving to Ghani who is still faithful sits at his wife's side. "Take the cure Kha first."

"Thanks Tom," Ghani opened some medicine, taking it to Khalisa. "If the stomach is calmer we eat again."

Khalisa assented with a nod of the head. Back leaning the body on a pillow that is arranged as high as his back after finishing taking the medicine. Not long after the pregnant woman fell asleep. Maybe because of weakness so quickly fall asleep.

"Have you met Dev?" Ghani asked after confirming Khalisa's sleeping position.

"Gue doesn't understand his way of thinking, he wants to sleep with me because I'm sure I won't. What would happen if I was really khilaf at that time."

Tomi massaged her temple which did not hurt at all. He was just dizzy with his brain unwilling to stop thinking about Anindi.

"How do you want now?" Ghani has installed earphones in Khalisa's ears, so that the incident did not happen again. His wife can be nosy, eavesdropping on the conversation.

"Well, not how. How am I supposed to?" Tomi smiled, mocking herself.

"Well, I want to fight again, I don't know what you want. I'm not a fortune teller of love."

"There will be no end to love, Gha. It's up to you. I've always been left by someone I love." Tomi's memory rests on her parents who have been away for a long time.

"We don't know when our happy destiny will come. Maybe one more step, or a few steps ahead. Or maybe even far away. But, when we stop, won't it further delay the happy fate that comes."

"After the rain will rise a rainbow. So does Tom's grief, there is no absolute formula that the person who suffers today will suffer tomorrow. You have to keep going as hard as it is."

"Gue's tired of Gha." Lirih Tomi, people as strong as Tomi turned out to be fragile as well.

Ghani sat down to his cousin's side carefully. "If you are tired of rest, you want to keep fighting for Nindi or open your heart to new people, it is only you who can determine. Just don't stop stepping and hurting yourself." He said patting Tomi on the back.

"Don't get stuck with Nindi's face on Kha. Lo will be more tired," continued Ghani reminded. Not out of jealousy, he just wanted his cousin to keep going, not to be confined to painful mass.

"Gue doesn't even know what my heart wants, Gha, I'm confused."

A desperate face was visible there. People who are heartbroken or in love are difficult to nasehati. Ghani clucked slowly, following confused what to say again.

"Will not go back to the office?"

"Reverse later if not lazy."

Ghani shakes his head, the mad man turns out to be that sad. Was he worse than Tomi, it's a shame to remember that.

"Lo is making a cake that can be upset by lo it," suggested Ghani.

"Gha's work, I don't work idle." Tomi clucked in annoyance, Ghani scratching his nape wrongly talking to him.

"I mean find something fun, not just work. Later your head can explode if most of the work."

"Yes sleep."

Ghani wants to bang his head against the wall. Let the wall know, if he can't handle the person who's in trouble.

"Yes already, sleep there. So let's get my mind up." Over time, he was also upset by Tomi's behavior.