
After undergoing a series of examinations by doctors, the still very weak Ameera lay down hugging her sleeping children.
Erzan who some days fever becomes very fussy and does not want to eat. Even in the middle of the night, she wakes up and cries for her mother. But now the boy sleeps soundly.
"Yank... I'll just move them to sofabed, yeah... So you can rest" said Ozan.
"Don't, Mum! Let them be here" Ameera said in a weak voice.
"You are still weak, your voice is still so hoarse. You should also rest, Yank." Ozan rubbed the top of his wife's head in love.
"I still miss them so much. I feel like I've gone a long way" Ameera said with teary eyes.
Ozan then kissed Ameera on the forehead, "You slept a long time. Almost a month..."
Ameera was surprised to hear that she had been in a coma for so long.
"Annex? That long?"
"Yes, Yank. So Erzan just as Elmira does not want to be separated from you, at that time we left them a month. And just one day we were with them, you were in an accident and in a coma for almost a month."
Ameera then looked at her two sleeping children, "so for almost a month now, Mas here continues?"
"Yes. I'm looking after you. I just went home to take a shower and change."
"You need to be thin and thin" Ameera said, rubbing Ozan's face, "I also felt Er being a little thin,"
"He's been fussy for a few days. Mama says she doesn't want to eat, it's hard to sleep at night. She kept crying for her mother."
"The mother's children's love." said Ameera, wiping the children's heads.
"Now you sleep, yes... You also have to rest a lot."
"Yes, Mom..."
Not long after, Ameera fell asleep while hugging her two children. Ozan looked at the faces of his three most loved ones in turn.
You are my most precious treasure. I will not let anyone ruin our happiness.
***
Her night...
Ameera was still sitting on the bed, her eyes glazed over in remembrance of the incident on the last day before she had an accident. Ozan, who had just entered the room after driving Erzan and Elmira home, immediately approached her.
"Why are you, Yank?" asked Ozan while sitting next to Ameera.
"Don't you know what happened before I crashed?" ameera asked as she sobbed.
Ozan hugged his wife, "I know, Yank... Papa told me everything."
Ameera's cry grew even more so given the fact that he was the son of the man who had killed his father and mother, and also the man who had been ambitious to kill himself.
"I don't want to be that guy's kid, Mom. I'm Rudianto Hutomo's son, right? I'm not Hendri Agung Darmawan's son, am I? I don't want to, Mas... I hate it, why do I have to be the son of the bad guy? I don't hate it because I'm the son of the one who ever wanted to kill Mas, right?" Ameera spoke in a disjointed tone due to a hiccup.
"Whoever you are, I love you, Yank... That fact will change nothing. You're my wife, the mother of my children."
"Why should my mother marry that man." Ameera continued to cry in Ozan's arms. The pain in his heart became even greater.
"I was angry too, Yank. I didn't even let him see you. But, now that I know, she also felt the same pain."
"What's the same, Mom? He's a killer..."
"He did it out of disappointment and heartache. He misunderstood, Yank... She didn't know that your mother was pregnant with you. He divorced your mother to protect her from those who intended to harm her."
"Don't say that, Yank. I understand your feelings. I know you're hurt. But you have to be sure, nothing in this world happens for no reason."
Ozan wiped away Ameera's tears that kept flowing. Trying to convince him that everything will be fine.
"You remember, right? How hard we had our marriage in the beginning... I asked my mother to cancel our marriage, you wanted to kill yourself, you begged me to divorce you. But after we've gone through it all, now we're happy. We have two funny kids. Everything that happens must have a silver lining."
Ameera fell silent in Ozan's arms. He rested all the burden in his heart on the shoulder of the man he loved. There was only a sound of sobbing that filled every corner of the room. Eventually, Ameera fell asleep after she was tired of shedding all her tears.
****
After nearly three weeks of waking from her coma, Ameera was allowed to go home by doctors that day. Elmira and Erzan were playing a romp in the room. Their laughter filled every corner of the room.
"Erzan, Elmira, he's playing. Let's go home, "call Zarima to his beloved grandson.
"So soon, Oma." said Elmira who was playing with her brother.
"If you do not want to stop running, Om Rangga stay... Let Erzan and Elmira sleep here tonight."
Rangga's threatening remarks silenced the two boys. Instantly they stopped their actions and suddenly became good children.
They went home soon after cleaning their things.
"Mothers... Er can sleep with mom, right?" asked Erzan on the way home.
Ameera smiled as she rubbed her son's head. "Come, dong.." she replied.
"Mom, I'll go to Grandpa's house too, okay?" said Elmira.
"Grandfather?" Ameera furrowed her brows, then looked at Zarima and Rangga alternately, "Whose grandfather?"
"His grandfather was El's brother." replied Elmira innocently.
Ameera was still confused about whose grandfather Erzan and Elmira meant.
Two weeks ago Hendri had just finished serving his sentence. And now live with Aliyah and Naura.
Rangga often invites his two nephews to visit Hendri and Aliyah while there is free time. Ozan, who was aware of the situation, immediately switched the conversation.
"Mom still needs rest, El. Not going anywhere yet,"
"But grandfather is sick again, Father," said Erzan.
"illness?" ask Ameera.
"Yes, Mum... Grandpa is sick. Grandpa said, want to see Er with El often," replied Erzan again.
"May, Mum... Brother El play to grandpa's house?" ask Elmira again.
Ameera fell silent after hearing her son's words. Instantly his eyes were filled with clear liquid. Ameera sighed, then directed her gaze out the window. There were many questions popping up in his mind.
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Don't forget to read this onion-flavored novel by an amateur and a piety author.... "MySTERIOUS HUSBAND" has 21 episodes.
Babang Ojan, Babang Rangga and Neng Ameera... Sad I was.
At the end no yaa. the author is afraid the reader is bored if the length. wkwkkwkwkwk.