That Sissy Man is My Husband

Baffled

After a long time in the care, I brought him home.

"Whose house is this?", she asked when we got home.

"Our house, contract" I replied as I stepped into carrying Dika's belongings while in the hospital.

Staring at the photo on the wall, our wedding photo. He scratched his head which was not itchy. He looked around like someone else was house tour.

"Where's the toilet?" ask her again.

"On the other end" point me.

I tidied up Dika's stuff in her room.

After that Dika followed me to the room.

"I still can't believe why we got married" Dika said.

"Don't believe it, however I explain you won't remember, the point is we're married, rest ajja is enough" I replied.

"Where are you going?" ask her.

"Mandi" I replied.

Dika released her handrails on my arm.

When I was near the door, Dika shouted.

"Well, don't you get a towel?" ask her.

Indeed Dika who is now more beautiful than his usual.

"My towel is next door" I replied as I passed away.

He's getting confused, probably because he's tired when he's late asleep.

After the shower I went back to my room.

Alhamdulillah Dika has healed even though his brain has not recovered properly.

I went out of the room to see Dika's condition, at least I could see she was fine, even though she didn't remember me as her wife.

It's okay at, considered Friend is more than enough for me. I am his best friend and life companion.

The door to Dika's room was slightly open. I peeked at her sleeping.

Hungry, I went to the kitchen to cook.

I fried fish and cooked clear vegetables, not forgetting tomato chili with a little Lombok because I do not like to eat spicy.

I was shocked to death when Dika was already at the dinner table.

I saw him fall asleep.

"I was hungry, smelled your cooking I woke up" she said without asking.

I also prepared a meal for us.

While eating we talk.

"I saw a room next door. Whose room?" ask her.

"My room" I answered briefly.

"I don't understand, you say we're married but different rooms?" ask her.

"It's hard to explain" I replied.

"It's been almost a year our mother said we're married, don't we have children yet?" ask her.

I breathe heavily.

"How can we have a child while I'm a virgin" I explained with patience.

"What?!" his screeches did not believe.

He looked down in panic.

"Am I sick? impotent?" ask her.

"Don't know, it's been, later ajja his story, let's eat first" invite me.

Dika is still in shock to hear my statement.

After eating, I took Dika to the living room to talk.

I told the beginning of our story from our best friend to get married.

Dika held his head. Like people in pain.

I panicked too.

"When you don't remember anymore. Said your chief doctor could hurt if forced to remember" I said.

I lay Dika on my lap.

He still complained of pain.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't tell you" I exclaimed.

I read him the Quran which I memorized.

Slowly Dika began to calm down from her pain.

I led Dika into her room. I lay him down. I wear a blanket. He's right still sick, if he's healthy he definitely refuses to wear a blanket, he's comfortable sleeping just using his boxer.

After Dika fell asleep I quietly left but suddenly his hand held me.

"Don't leave me, accompany me here" his voice was like a delirious man in his sleep.

Dika pulled my hand. Told me to accompany her to sleep.

"If you don't go out, I'll go home to your mom" he threatened.

I comply. I slowly got into the blanket.

She hugged me and fell asleep comfortably.

I'm staring at her.

Dika, my husband, how much I love him. Alhamdulillah even though his circumstances like this at least Dika survived and lived until now.

I kissed her cheeks before I went to bed.