The star! Little Wife

Foreign Country.

One year has passed... Alif looked at the house that had not changed. Many things have happened, Alif sometimes sat in the place where Rahmi often sat looking at the plants he planted. The flowers they planted at that time had grown, the fruit seeds that they planted had also borne fruit.

''Rah... You see the blue sky... It looks like your smile, said Alif slowly.

Abby would call him every now and then to ask him how he was doing. Sometimes it's hard for people to tell her to get married again.

Alif always resolutely refused, his wife was only one and only Rahmi was one.

''Sir, Miss Aminah is coming.''

Alif is tired of this. Aminah must have come to advise him again. Even after Rahmi's departure he could not feel anything more towards other women as well as his former lover.

Alif left and then went to the guest room. Aminah sat neatly looking at Alif who had not changed one year ago. Every now and then Alif would wear mourning clothes remembering his wife.

''You haven't forgotten it yet.''

''I will never forget it. Stop coaxing me, I can't accept anyone else anymore.''

One day Aminah came to give him a new leaf. But Alif refused, he did not want to hurt Rahmi.

''No. ''No... This time I came to tell you, It's.'' Aminah handed me the envelope. Not just any envelope but a wedding invitation.

''We are really not destined. At that time I was just sorry to see you miss him, now I have chosen my own path. Don't get too drawn up in grief, said Aminah slowly.

''Congratulations.Alif brief.

Aminah smiled and then moved from her seat. He never thought he would have such a fate with the lover he thought would be with him until the afterlife.

''Destiny.. '' Alif muttered softly. He thought of something.

How long he had been like that, he had forgotten that it had been past the 1 year he had lost.

Drtts.

Alif saw the phone that sounded. His face was shocked with a smile floating on his face. The number he had been going to from a year ago now rang.

''Assalamualaikum.''

''Waalaikumusalam,'' replied Alif.

''Yes, come here.''

...

The wind blew on the face of the woman sitting on the bench of the hospital garden.

A strange sight to strangers. He knew this was not his home country, what it was soon the hottest, richest country, most beautiful country, most advanced country. The girl thought nothing. He always sat looking at the sky. People said he was taken in a severe state, in a coma for almost a full year and is now recovering.

''Humaira... How are you sitting here?'' ask Fatimah, a doctor who always accompanied her. He was a relative, but the girl knew it wasn't true. He does not forget memory or senile. He just does not know how to go home with a weak body condition and easy to drop.

''Yes, I'm in now.''

The girl walked in with a lead. Every time he stepped himself would be the center of attention, a magnificent nursery only had one.

The girl believes she's in the most sophisticated hospital in the world.

What do you want to drink? Bibs.

The robot rotated in front of them.

''Sick people don't drink sweet things!'' fatimah said to the robot.

Bibs! Warm drinks are suitable for cold temperatures.

Ting.

warm water came out from inside his body.

''Now, drink.'' Fatimah gave up the water and was received by him.

''Humaira, you still get headaches often?''

The girl nodded slowly. His name is definitely not Humaira, but in the hospital he was recorded with the name Humairah. He just follows what is. Who arranged it until he was here was still a question mark for him. But he is not a bad person, he is treated well until it is getting healthier.

Fatimah immediately left so as not to disturb the sleep of her patients.

I often dream of things every sleep. Like a film where the cast is sometimes happy and sad. Such a long dream is endless and every waking up I will hear someone say love to me.

The eyes were open, he only slept for two hours. Two hours later, a new flower came next to her.

He looked out the window where the splendor of a beautiful city with the sky stretched wide without visible edges.

Humaira opened the drawer, she picked up a book and a pen. He wrote some words that he could not say.

It's me. In confusion. My dreams are my memories, sometimes painful and happy. The sky is not always beautiful nor is it always cloudy. I wanted to go home but the pain I didn't know kept me from meeting him. It's said to be everywhere but only the people who sent me here know about it. I want to go home to meet them. Wrong is okay, forgiving is not bad either. Has he opened a new page? But I wanted to believe it even though it was destroyed. I was naive, but a long breakup made me realize that living alone is painful. I miss those times. I want to go home to meet him. Will he forgive me? I was too bad to understand it.

Humaira put down her pen as well as her book. He got up and walked carefully to the big window in the nursery.

'Beautiful sky. When can I get out of here.'

Trings.

The door of the room is open. The doctor also came with a nurse with some tools.

''Miss Humaira likes the sky well .. '' she murmured softly.

He nodded slowly and sat down in his chair.

The doctor examined his condition carefully. Female physicians are known geniuses of future medical development. He always comes after he wakes up, as if it has been well arranged.

''Your body is better. Is the dizziness reduced? The tightness still feels? The nightmares are frequent?'' He asked repeatedly to make Humaira smile awkwardly.

''I've almost never been dizzy, sometimes claustrophobic, nightmares only when I'm tired.''

Doctor Aisyah nodded. He smiled and gave her a gift.

''Receiving something can also accelerate psychic healing.''

Humaira received her reward then saw what it contained.

'Chocolate?'

''Shutt''

He linked his finger to his lips, he used the language of the lips saying 'Secret'

Humaira gave a small chuckle then hid it.

''See you later, '' said Doctor Aisyah.

Humairah saw his departure. He took the chocolate and ate it. Though he is still recovering and can not eat carelessly. But he was tired of the bland hospital food.

'Sweet.'

This is often done by Doctor Aisyah considering hospital food that can make patients saturated to have no development. By giving him sweet food, they will remember good food that they can eat if cured to increase their desire to be healthy quickly.

Humaira waited for a while until time to walk out of the room.

''Humaira... I'm coming!'' fatimah was carrying a wheelchair.

''I can walk, '' said Humaira feeling astonished by Fatimah who gave her a wheelchair.

''It's okay! Let's take a look for a moment. Run also tired, especially with unhealthy conditions.''

Humaira sighed. He thinks it doesn't make sense. The more often he walks will make it normal quickly.

Puk!

Fatimah patted her chair. Finally Humaira sat there and encouraged Fatimah to go to safety.

Syuuuttt.

The wind was blowing hard on their faces.

''Rah... You healthy?''