Tengil Tuan Tuan Presdir's

18. Habibie's weirdness

Habibie looked at the sleeping woman with a difficult gaze to interpret. His hands stretched out, releasing the grip of his wife's fingers and slowly enveloping her again. Habibie had to clean himself because his body was already very sticky with sweat.

15 Minutes later, the man was fresher than before. His big hands were still rubbing wet hair, wanting to get out of the room but suddenly the female figure on the bed disappeared somewhere.

"Near!" Habibie Mummings. He opened the blanket on the bed, spread his gaze across the corner of the room but his wife was not there. Habibie's room is locked, so where's his wife going.

His long legs brought Habibie into the walk in closet. The man looked back at the room but there was still no female figure he was looking for. "Where are you?" ask Habibie again. He was about to turn around but instead saw the movement from inside his wardrobe.

"Near!"

Habibie frowned, he crouched to see what his wife was doing. Just curled under the hanger and the folded pile of clothes.

"Why is it here?" Habibie asked very carefully.

"Kiara's scared, Dad. There's a ghost by the door. He wants to take Kiara to play, Kiara has said Kiara does not want to but she still maksa. Kiara's tired, Kiara's going to bed."

The man's forehead grew deeper. Habibie wants to touch Kiara's hand but Kiara brushes him off. Instead of stopping, Habibie was getting closer, Kiara was not okay. The hand was outstretched, touching the wife's forehead so that Habibie became very poultice if the woman in front of him was having a high fever. Guilt arose in his heart, wanting to dodge like anything, Habibie admitted wrong because he had indeed flushed his wife with cold water.

"We're moving!"

"No want. Kiara wants to sleep here. Kia's scared, Dad! Kiara's scared!"

Habibie exhaled slowly. He closed his eyes for a while and then the hand was stretched out again, touching the wife's head and stroking her quite gently.

"My there. I'll take care of you, everything will be fine Kiara. I promise, I won't leave you!"

Kiara turned her head, she looked at Habibie's face with her eyes pinched. "You're not Dad. You who? Don't touch me ikh, go there!"

The voice was very weak but full of emphasis.

"I am your husband. I won't do anything!" again Habibie.

"His husband? You're my husband? Are you a pedophile? I'm a kid, I can't get married." Kiara laughed softly.

Habibie looks very stupid because he has to serve the mouth of his wife. I don't know what happened to Kiara, why she's so weird like this.

"Yes, the point is I'm not a bad person."

"You're a nanny?"

Habibie also nodded. It was up to Kiara to think of it as what it was like, the important thing was that she could bring it back to bed.

"Look" said the woman.

Habibie gave a small smile, she pulled Kiara out of the closet and then carried her back to the bed.

"Of!"

"Hmmm!"

"Sick," said the woman.

Again Habibie just nodded. He pulled a drawer next to the nightstand, took a thermometer to check his wife's body temperature.

That night, Habibie painstakingly takes care of Kiara. The woman continued to whine, sometimes crying so that Habibie was made confused. A huge sweat flooded the man's forehead. Especially when Kiara continued to move while grimacing in pain.

"Om ... pain ...!" The woman spoke again with a joke.

Habibie took the wet cloth over his forehead, rehydrated the cloth and placed it again on his forehead.

"Istighfar, God willing this won't be long" Habibie said.

The man took his cell phone, he called the family doctor to ask what he should do. As the doctor explained, Habibie listened carefully. Not once did he miss the stages that he had to do.

"If after being given the drug still has not come down also the fever. Let me know, let me go there!"

Habibie breathed a sigh of relief after seeing Kiara sleep more comfortably. The woman was no longer fumbling, perhaps the effect of the drug Habibie gave made Kiara sleepy. Habibie lay down next to Kiara, staring at her face for a long time before she fell asleep after a night of taking care of her little wife.

Conscious or not, Kiara moved back agitated, the woman was crying in her sleep, but it was only two hours after she fell asleep that the man realized what was happening, because of the urgency of the situation, Habibie pulls Kiara into her arms, calming Kiara down and the longer she goes, Kiara's cries go down and they fall asleep again.

....

The woman blinked her eyes as the sunlight that pierced through the curtain slit struck her face. He just wanted to go back to sleep, but when he remembered that he had not prayed at dawn, Kiara just moved on. Unfortunately, as the woman was still not improving completely, she staggered and nearly fell, her body shaken, she said, thankfully Kiara could still sit on the nightstand, even the items on the nightstand had to scatter down.

"Don't force it! Where are you going?"

The distinctive and very cold baritone voice made Kiara's dizzy head even more throbbing. He wanted to curse but he was trying to hold it for the sake of survival.

"I haven't prayed. Wouldn't you kill me if I didn't pray!"

Habibie chuckled, he pulled his shirt hand up to his elbow and then grabbed Kiara and took her to the bathroom. "Neither Allah nor I need your prayers, Kiara!"

He dropped Kiara down near the bathtub that was already filled by a third with warm water.

"That prayer needs you alone. Not anyone else" he continued. "Save a little so that your fever goes down quickly! In two hours I have to go to the office! I put my clothes in the closet!" Habibie pointed towards the place where he prepared what he said.

Kiara's eyes were wide not playing. He looked at Habibie with a sharp delicacy but Habibie did not care. He walked away from Kiara who was emitting smoke from her ears and nose.

"Is he crazy!" ketus Kiara's. If Kiara didn't have a headache at the time and had the strength, she would have hit him all out. Why is Habibie so disrespectful, preparing clothes, including her underwear is not it?

"Is this not harassment?"

....

Habibie came down from the top floor to the dining table. But, just to get to his last footing, Habibie stopped his steps, he looked at a woman who was near the dining table.

The woman turned around, smiling at Habibie as she waved her hand.

"Breakfast first, Abie!"

Habibie smiled as well. He walked up to the woman and hugged her tightly.

"Why did it come?" ....