Waiting for Love for Me

97 LOVES YOU TOO MUCH

After Alila returned to her room, Dimas underwent a blood transfusion. There were two donors who helped her. One of Tama's men and another of Dimas' own cousins.

If the condition is good, then the man will soon be aware and can undergo a period of recovery in the general care room.

The night just passed. Alila rests in her room accompanied by Alano and Papa Dewa. While Dimas' parents and older brother rest at Alila's parents' house with Mama Dian, so that the next day can together leave for the hospital.

The dawn has come. Papa Dewa became a priest for his two daughters' sons to carry out dawn worship. After offering long prayers for her beloved husband, Alila returned to lying in a half-sitting position, waiting for the nurse to come to remove the needle infusion.

The last of the three bags of intravenous fluids that were drained into Alila's body was almost gone. After that, Alila only needed to recover her still weak physical condition with a few small wounds that started to dry up.

"Pa, when can I accompany Dimas again?"

From the sofa, Papa turned towards Alila while sipping hot coffee that Alano had just bought.

"Wait for the nurse to come first, Al. This morning the doctor will also come and do an examination. You can ask the doctor directly."

And as his father said, the next hour the doctor was in Alila's room with the nurse who immediately acted to remove the infusion needle from the back of Alila's left hand.

Seeing Alila's condition is quite good, the doctor again gave permission to wait for the husband, with the record Alila did not forget the cure and still manage the rest well.

Without wanting to waste any more time, after the departure of the doctor and nurse, Alila asked her sister to drive her back to Dimas' room.

With a nurse ushering in, sterilely dressed Alila sat in a regular chair next to Dimas' bed. The wheelchair is placed in the corner of the room for later use again when returning to his own room.

"Good morning, Dim."

Alila kissed the back of Dimas' right hand and looked at the face she had always admired and missed. This morning Dimas was wearing a patient's shirt. The oxygen mask, which was previously attached to his face, has now been replaced with a regular oxygen hose that goes directly into both nostrils.

Alila stood up and brought their faces closer. He kissed Dimas' forehead gently, channeling his warmth and love for his soulmate.

"Good morning, Al..."

Alila flinched and pulled her face. A weak but clear voice in the ear successfully rounded her pair of beautiful eyes and arched a happy smile on her lips.

He saw that both of Dimas' eyes were open and were staring at him with a happy radiance even though he still looked cute. Her dry and pale lips revealed a smile that was always fixed for her beloved woman.

Wordless. Without noise. Only the heart that chants happiness begins to break. Only the soul doubted the ever-increasing gratitude.

Alila's eyes had been soaked by the tears that flowed so easily that the drops fell on Dimas' face, just below his eyes that kept nailing the gaze on his beloved wife's face.

Eyes meet eyes. Talk to each other in their own language. Hinted at a deep longing through her sad and fixed gaze at each other.

He wants his heart to embrace that body. But the pain all over the body of the owner, defend themselves to do so. Only the hand that finally stretched out slowly, touching the always charming face with both cheeks that began to shout happily.

Alila gently stroked the entire surface of Dimas's face, then again placed a warm kiss on the forehead of the man who owned his heart.

"You okay, Al...?"

Even in her weakened and severely injured state, only the safety of her wife was prioritized and feared by Dimas.

He began to circulate his gaze throughout Alila's body, making sure that her beloved woman did not experience pain as herself.

Alila nodded slowly, still unable to say a word. His heart was too crowded with haru and happy, until his tongue was mute with a voice that was still stuck in the middle of his throat.

Her tears continued to melt nonstop.

"I should ask like that. I'm the one who should be worried about you, why are you the one who asked me that, Dim? You're too.., you think too much of me without caring for yourself..."

Hix... Hix... Hix...

Spilling was sobbing Alila without being able to contain it anymore.

"Because I love you too much. I'm not gonna let anything bad happen to you, Al."

Hearing Dimas' reply with a still weak and shrill voice, Alila grew sobbing.

Suddenly Dimas coughed with a grimacing face enduring the pain. Alila's heart pounded hard, afraid that something bad might happen to her husband. His left hand was about to grab the emergency button at the top of the bed, but Dimas's voice undoes his intention.

"I'm thirsty....."

Alila saw that a glass of water had been prepared on the table beside where she was standing. Immediately take the glass.

"You're a bribe..."

Alila immediately took a spoon and then fed water to Dimas' mouth that was already open, repeatedly until Dimas asked him to stop.

The glass and spoon put it back on the table. Then she cleaned her husband's lips with a tissue.

When his hand had moved away from the lips of the husband, unexpectedly Dimas' left hand was raised up and grabbed Alila's right hand which was still swinging in front of his face.

He held the hand with the energy still there, directed to his face, then kissed it with his eyes closed. Alila's heart rippled finely. His chest was pounding feeling something that provoked his novelty.

"Dim, I'll call the doctor?"

Dimas opened his eyes and shook weakly. Alila still held her hand over her chest, so that the woman could feel the heartbeat of her husband.

"I'm fine..."

"But....."

"So the doctor's here."

Dimas' answer made Alila relieved even though he was still worried about the physical condition of the husband that could not be said to be okay. He sat back in his chair.

"Guet me here, Al. Don't go..."

Dimas tried to tighten his hand and at once Alila smiled while nodding her head.

"I'll accompany you here. But you need to rest again. I want you to recover quickly and get out of this room immediately."

"Yes." Yeah." Dimas obediently and began to close his eyes.

Alila's hands were not released for a second. He continued to hold it in his chest, occasionally with a subconscious movement he squeezed it slowly as well as rubbed it.

Alila smilingly looked at Dimas' face without switching focus in the slightest.

"I love you, Al..."

Whether consciously or not, Dimas mumbled softly. Alila replied, wiping her tears.

"I love you too, Dim. Get well soon, baby..."

And just like yesterday, Alila also rested her body beside Dimas. No matter just being able to secure her head on the bed, the most important thing for her was being able to be with her husband, accompanying him by her side.

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