The Voice of the Husband
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The mind drifted back to what happened a month ago. Where he who does not have to what at that time, must give up his day by sitting in bed. A different habit.
He feels weak. You can't do anything and rely on people. As hard as trying as before, but it all becomes free. God has not yet granted his prayers. Maybe that's all there's other meaning. Her thought.
"I have to say all this. End this and start everything from the beginning" he said firmly before the door to the white-painted room opened.
A glass of milk and medicine was seen greeting his sight that night. The white-veiled woman stepped gracefully towards the bed she was sitting on. Calmly, the tray was now at his side.
"Don't forget to take the milk and the medicine. May God give a speedy recovery, brother." afterwards, the beautiful woman who lately often showed her sweet smile passed from her sight. Leave her with a glass of warm white milk and the medicine she should take every day.
His throat was stuck. Wanted to call, but he paused for some reason. He is not ready to say it all either. But, he also wanted to put an end to all of this as soon as possible. More precisely end the pain and the hope that is dashed.
Grabbing his wand, Naren got out of bed. Walk slowly towards the door. Open it slowly and close it tightly.
The house looks quiet and quiet. The bandaged leg continued to step towards a room that read 'Andinna Yumna Fatiha'. When he got to the door, he faintly heard a soft voice. Islamic stories, songs and advice. Unforgettable. Characteristics of the wife.
Exhaling slowly in order to neutralize the turmoil in the heart, Naren slowly opened the door. Seen there, the cool wife and daughter who had closed their eyes. Drift in each strand of the word pearl.
For a moment he was glued. He forgot his original purpose. "What are you doing here, brother? Milk is as medicinal as it is drunk?" gentle questions greeted his sense of hearing. His eyes were fixed on the beautiful face of the hijab that was now approaching towards him.
Nara approached Naren who was still in her place. "Sister?" call him, make Naren aware.
"I want to say something to you. Let's go back to the room." he replied with a body that had now turned first. He turned to the woman who was standing not far from him.
"Here I help." The soft hand touched his arm without excuse. The blood instantly whirred along with the beating heart getting faster.
No other choice, Naren chose to walk with the help of his wife to the room that is now moved on the first floor.
"Drink milk and medicine first, sister." when he got to the room, Nara deftly served a glass of milk and medicine.
Without replying to his wife, Naren immediately drank the warm milk and medicine.
Naren stared at the typical Indonesian eyeball with a fixed. There's a sense of heartlessness if you have to say it all. But, he also did not want to continue like this. Fear, it will end up being hate.
"You go first" he said coldly. Letting the wife first say.
Nara opened the brown drawer. His hands were moving in search of flat objects. It didn't take long, finally the thing he was looking for met.
With a fluffy smile, Nara gave the flat object to her husband.
The deg!
Two red lines!
Naren was still fixated on what he saw in front of him. His heart rumbled great. When he wants to escape, but there is always something that will bind him more and more.
The eyes that often radiate a cold look without love, now glazed. He remembers that God always has a plan.
"It turns out to be God's plan for me." - inwardly, with tears now dripping down the flat object showing two red lines.
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