TerLove (Love After Wedding)

My husband is sick part 2.

Cantika helped her husband to sit by leaning on a pillow. He fed the man painstakingly. Without tears flooding his face. This reminds me of the time when she did the same thing to her mother when she was very sick, and eventually died.

Anas looked at her sayu, "Why are you crying ?" His voice still sounded weak.

Cantika rubbed a clear droplet from her cheek. "Never stay with me !" lirih.

"You're scared if I go ?"

Cantika nodded quickly, "I don't want to lose my loved ones anymore." She cried sobbing.

The corner of Anas' lips was slightly turned, "Do I mean anything to you ?"

The woman nodded again faster. His hand was clutching Anas' hand tightly. Smear it and stick it on the cheek.

"Mas, I love you. I don't want to lose you."

Anas' heart rippled upon hearing the confession from his wife's mouth. He was so happy to know that his love had been reciprocated. "Thank you for accepting me in your life."

Cantika smiled, "Thank you also because you are willing to be a good husband for me. Now finish the porridge, keep taking the medicine so you'll recover quickly." She put food in her husband's mouth again.

After giving the medicine, Cantika helped Anas to lie down. Go to the kitchen to save the food and come back with a new plate.

Cantika again sat on the edge of the bed while putting the porridge into the plate.

"Recycle your food, I don't want you to get sick either." Anas.

"Yes, you just sleep, don't talk too much ! I need to rest." Start chewing. She must take care of her health in order to take good care of her husband.

Anas looked at his wife, Maybe this is how God tells me how you really feel. I'm glad to be noticed like this. I am happy because you love me too. Anas was so relieved at the moment, it seemed like he would quickly recover.

This is called the wisdom behind the test. If Anas wasn't sick, surely his wife wouldn't have expressed such an easy feeling.

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After eating and washing dishes, Cantika returned to accompany her husband who was lying on the bed. Without being told, she massaged her husband's hands and head.

"Mas, your heat has gone down."

"It's because I'm cared for by a wife as beautiful as you." The man looks more beautiful. His eyes began to sharpen. And his smile was as wide as ever.

Cantika blushed in embarrassment, "You learned the dreadlocks huh...."

"Assalamualaikum.." The sound from outside along with the sound of knocking on the door.

"Vaalaikumussalam....Mas, it looks like it's a papi sound."

"Quick ahead, lest papi wait too long !"

Cantika stepped up and opened the door. Two people were standing there with anxious faces. Cantika looked at her stepmother lazily. Can't her father appear without the fairy godmother ?

"Please go in !" Cantika half-difficult.

Mr. Permana and his wife went inside.

"Is Anas in the room ? Bram said your husband is sick."

"Yes, Anas is resting in the room."

"But I want to see it." Mr. Permana went into the narrow room, followed by his wife and daughter. He sat on the edge of the bed, while the two women of different ages stood watching.

"Nas, papi's very worried about knowing you're sick."

"Thank you, Pi... I'm a little bit confused now. It's all thanks to Cantika, she took good care of me."

Mr. Permana smiled looking at his daughter who was bowed in shame. The man turned his eyes back to his son-in-law. "Thank God then. Papi hope you recover quickly so you can immediately give papi a grandson."

Cantika glared, "But what the hell is it ? Is there anything else to discuss ?" Papi is shy.

Mr. Permana continues to accompany his daughter-in-law while occasionally inviting him to talk. Cantika went to the kitchen to cook water. Sofi's mom approached him.

"Cantika, it looks like you are comfortable living in this house. Is it because your husband is being nice ? Looks like Anas really loves you. It's lucky to have a husband like her." Attempt to familiarize themselves.

"It's none of your business." Responding with jutek.

Cantika did not answer. She actually wanted it if the one who offered help wasn't her stepmother. But Bu Sofi seemed to understand. He continued to practice how to make the porridge.

The middle-aged woman washed the rice first, then put it in a pot of hot water. Cantika secretly recorded the scene in her brain so that she could practice it another day.

"The cooking must be from the heart. Be sincere and patient !" Bu Sofi spoke while stirring up her cooking.

After it matures and the texture is perfect, the stove is turned off.

"How do you understand, right ?!"

"Yes..understand !" answer Cantika ketus. He went to the bathroom.

Bu Sofi was silent. He is usually treated by judes by children. But there was a little bit of pleasure in his mind. He knew that Cantika was actually watching him while cooking porridge. I hope my relationship with Cantika can be good.

Cantika took out the laundry from the basket. Put it in detergent water. Clean the bathroom floor with a special brush.

Bu Sofi watched the movements of the woman. It seems like Cantika has changed a lot. He became diligent.

The woman went to see her husband, who was still a herd, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Mas, Cantika is washing clothes. It seems like Anas has really educated her." His whisper in Mr. Permana's ear.

The man smiled in satisfaction, "That's good."

Bu Sofi went outside the room to come clean up the house. He swept through all the rooms except the bedroom. He wanted to ease Cantika's work a little. When he finished he sat on the porch.

Some time passed. Cantika has finished drying clothes. He took a broom to clean the floor. But the room was clean. Is it not the woman who has done it ?

Finally he took the mop. Drain the floor clean. Bu Sofi from outside, pay attention. Anas is great, can change Cantika in no time.

Half an hour later, Mr. Permana and Ms. Sofi went home. Cantika greeted the two old men. This was his first time, he willingly bowed to his stepmother. Let's just say it's a sign of gratitude because Bu Sofi has helped her clean the floor.

"We're home, remember papi's message. You must quickly give papi a grandson." Mr. Permana smiled widely.

"But don't make me ashamed !" His face was red.

"Son, if there's a problem, don't hesitate to tell us !" Said Ms. Sofi.

Cantika did not respond to that word.

"Yes, we're home now. Assalamualaikum." Mr. Permana rubbed his son's head gently.

"Mosur."

The two old men left. Cantika returned to the room.

"Mas, eat again huh ?! His wife papi had already made porridge, baby if not eaten. I think it's good."

"The wife of papi means your mother too. Call her mama or something. That's more polite."

"But she's not my mom." His face turned grim.

"She is not a real mother, but you must still respect her as a form of your affection for papi ! I'm sure Miss Sofi is a good mother."

"I don't know, I'm not ready to call him mama. I feel like I'd betray my late mother if I did that."

"Until every time whether in your heart or in your heart, your mother's name will always be there. No one will ever be able to replace her if there is another mother in your house. Calling Bu Sofi called mama, will not change the position of your late mother. Understand ?"

Cantika momentarily fell silent. Maybe her husband's words have a point. But to acknowledge the woman as her mother, she was not ready.

"Mas, you can talk a lot. Then you'll be healed soon."

"I want to heal quickly so that I can immediately realize papi's wishes. We should give him a grandson as soon as possible !"

Cantika said, "Ohhh, I think you're still sick. Your brain is so hot."

Anas laughed, "I'll be well soon. You need to get ready !"

"When did you become that person ? I'm still an M, I can't do that !"

Anas became lethargic again upon hearing that. He seems to have to be more patient.