That Sissy Man is My Husband

accidents.

Along the way I was confused and forced to follow Dika's will.

"Again the old stairs, so gpp will eat roadside fried rice?" said Dika.

"Yes, just anyone" I answered briefly.

We also ate fried rice on the side of the road.

"You why the hell, I see what the fuck arrived so perverted" I asked.

"Don't know, I don't know either. Arrived ajja, maybe because of watching the movie that there is a semi?" answer Dika innocently.

"Haha pantes. It's not good to watch that" my advice.

"Well, I don't know if the movie has a semi, I think it's an ordinary romantic movie" Dika replied again.

I just shook my head.

"I reflex directly to you, you are my wife, right" explained Dika.

I frowned at me.

"Aren't you not lustful with women?" ask me without fear of being offended.

"Don't tell me you think I'm gay until I have sex with them! nay! I'm not like that, I'm still a virgin. I've never done that with a man or a woman, which I've gone that far" she explained.

"Why did you explain all that to me?" ask me

"Yes, so you don't misunderstand me" Dika replied.

"Hmm, I'm surprised ajja, about her all this time you're not interested in my body? so I think you're not lustful with women" I exclaimed.

"Well actually so, the beginning is like that, I do not lust with women, but the end of this I also do not understand why when I see you I have a sense of desire, but I brushed it off. I tried to restrain myself, but I was caliph. Sorry, yeah" she replied.

I laugh.

"Oh Dika, so funny you are" I cried still with my laughter.

"Mulan" call her.

"Well, what's up?" ask me.

"Em, how's your job? smoothly?" ask Dika.

"Alhamdulillah smoothly ajja anyway, why?" ask me back.

"Gpp, go home yuk" replied Dika. He also paid for our fried rice. We're heading home. Along the way we told stories reminiscing about the time we were still in office. We're starting to get along again.

The next day.

I got off work as usual. I took my motor to work.

I came earlier than the others.

How empty well. There's no one. The building door was not opened yet. You sit in front waiting.

The security approached me.

"Wait what neng?" ask the security guard.

"Have a wait for the employee's door to open" I replied.

"Well, it's a Sunday, and the office is closed?" answer the security guard.

"Good, I forgot sir. Make it up" I replied while laughing at myself.

The security guard laughed at me too.

I can forget this Sunday, what a factor.

I put my bike back home.

Dika has gone to work. He works at a retail store so there are no holidays on red dates. He will have his own vacation the next day. He used to be on Wednesday off.

I have my room and my house.

By magrib kok Dika has not returned well. My feelings are not good.

Foreign number, I picked up the phone immediately.

"Hello, are you a relative of your brother? it's from the hospital, brother Dika has had a single accident, is now in IGD RSUD." exclaimed someone from behind the phone.

My knees were helpless.

"I, yes sir, I'm his wife, I'll be there soon" I replied briefly.

In a panic I grabbed the hijab and the motorbike key, my hands shaking violently.

O Allah strengthen the servant.

I'm moving my bike to the general hospital.

Once there I asked the nurse and immediately led me to the IGD RSUD room.

After that Dika was transferred to the ICU room.

I don't feel my tears flowing. I opened my phone and called my in-laws. I also called my family.

Not long after that my in-laws came in a hurry.

"What's going on?" ask my mother-in-law.

"When you have an accident when you get home from work, the doctor is still checking" I replied lethargic.

Shortly after, the doctor came out.

"The patient is bleeding seriously, he needs a lot of blood and we have a big operation. But for that surgery we need a lot of blood bags, while our A blood stock is lacking" the doctor replied.

"Do your best for my husband doctor, I will find a donor immediately" I replied.

"Alright, please sign the approval of the operation and its administration" said the doctor.

"Okay doc" I replied.

I called my friend's friend, to ask for help. Through social media, I also sought help. To quickly get.

The first person to contact me was Farhan and my blood type A friend also followed.

After the signature is complete, the doctor takes action. I don't know what else to do. I can only pray that Dika will be safe.

Not long after Farhan came and immediately to the blood donor, along with my friend, Alhamdulillah there are still many good people, my father and mother also came. I hugged them. My tears shed instantly.

We are waiting anxiously for the operation.

"Prophe dok, we just pray" my mother said as she rubbed my head.

My mother-in-law did not stop crying.

About 3 hours later his end of the operation was completed.

My friend's friend is also waiting for news. Farhan looked at me who was struggling.

The doctor came out with a soothing face.

"Thank God our operation was successful but maybe the patient will not be aware in the near future, patient and pray a lot" said the doctor as he left.

I breathe a sigh of relief. I ran into the room where Dika was taken care of.

The night was getting late in-laws and my parents decided to go home and come back tomorrow. They were not good enough to leave me alone, but I forced them home. They're old. Got to get plenty of rest.

I looked at Dika who was still lying weakly on the hospital bed with all the tools all over her body.

Farhan has not yet returned. It enters slowly.

"Mulan, use this for medical expenses and others, pin your date of birth" said Farhan.

I refused the ATM card.

"No need, there is already social security health really from the workplace Dika" I refused.

"Yes, if there is any need for help please contact me immediately" he replied.

"You also take care of your health, take care of the sick if you are not strong you will also get sick, if you are sick who will take care of your husband" Farhan advised.