Waiting for your Love to Grow

Don't Trouble

Nabila who had been sitting leaning against the wall next to the door of the guest room now occupied by her husband, immediately got up, when she saw the doctor coming out of the place with his papa.

"So, how's my husband doing?" Ask Nabila with eyes that look so puffy.

The doctor who was walking slowly, stopped his steps and faced towards Nabila. His forehead seemed wrinkled to look at Nabila and Dahlan in turn, before he answered the question that the woman before him had thrown.

"You're His wife?" Ask the doctor with a strange look towards Nabila. The man then turned his face a glance towards Dahlan, intending to ask for an explanation.

"Yes doc, she's my daughter, and Denis' wife" said Dahlan, making the doctor nod his head in understanding.

"Mr Denis is okay, just exhausted. It seemed that he was lacking rest and food intake" the doctor said, before saying goodbye to leave.

Feeling guilty about her husband's condition, making Nabila's tears that had dried up, now back overflowing. And due to exhaustion, the woman finally fell asleep curled up on the floor next to the door of the room Denis occupied.

The door was opened from the inside, just before Nadira stepped out of the room, about to call her sister at the request of Denis who had just opened his eyes.

"When!" Nadira cried when he saw the condition of his sister. There was a feeling of guilt surrounding the woman, considering her attitude towards the younger sister.

Not nothing, actually she just wanted to give a little lesson to her sister, as well as test how her brother's perception to her husband. But he seems to regret, because he felt because of his attitude, now his sister's condition looks heartbreaking.

Nadira crouched near Nabila, then wiggled slowly Nabila's body. "Sir, awake!" Nadira said softly, several times, to make Nabila open his eyes slowly.

"Sister!" Nabila exclaimed, when his eyes sensed, who was now the person in front of him. With a quick movement he got up to sit down.

"I'm sorry Brother Dira yes, deck" said Nadira.

"How's Denis doing, brother?" Nabila did not respond to an apology from her brother, because she was too worried about her husband's condition. "Let me meet him", pinta Nabila with the nelangsa.

Nadira smiled faintly. "Come in, Denis is looking for you!" Nadira.

Hearing her brother's words, Nabila again shed tears. But this time her tears were happy tears. He got up immediately and walked into the guest room.

Nabila walked slowly closer to Denis who seemed to be closing his eyes. "Mas", call Nabila slowly, but can be heard by the owner of the name.

Denis turned to Nabila's arrival with a faint smile. It made Nabila's feelings rumble, so that he could no longer move his legs. Nabila was only still glued, while the clear details dripped back wet his ayu face.

"Darling", said Denis limp. He moved his hand, waving to ask Nabila to come closer.

Without waiting for long, Nabila just ran and hugged the body of her husband who still feels hot. Her crying broke instantly. With affection, Denis scratched his wife's head and back.

"Why cry?" Denis asked, but there was no response from his wife. Nabila just crying.

"I'm sorry yes. I often neglected being a husband. I was wrong. So it's appropriate that you get angry" Denis said

"I'm the one who should be apologizing. I was too selfish. Because of me you became sick like this" said Nabila interspersed with the weeping.

"You're not wrong baby, I'm wrong" Denis said softly.

"Ouch!" Denis pretended to be in pain. Nabila quickly let go of her embrace, then saw her husband's face.

"Why?" Ask Nabila with worry.

Denis smiled broadly. "It's okay, I just want to see my wife's face" Denis said.

"Aauuu" Denis shouted because Nabila suddenly pinched his waist. Instead of stopping her actions, Nabila even hit her husband's chest softly.

"Happ", Denis held both of his wife's wrists, intending to stop his wife's actions from hurting him at all.

"It's better that you take a lot of punches on my body, rather than having to look at you indifferently at me" Denis said as he looked down at his wife. Nabila returned Denis' gaze warmly.

"In the compress again yes" said Nabila as his hand grabbed the washcloth which he then squeezed and he put it on Denis' forehead.

"Excuse me, lady, sir, I brought you some porridge" said a young servant standing in the middle of the door that had not yet fully opened.

"Get in" said Nabila while turning to the direction of the voice came. Make the waiter walk up to him, then give him a bowl of fragrant warm porridge.

"Thank you" said Nabila shortly after receiving a bowl of onion shrimp porridge.

"Eat ya mas, I bribe" said Nabila while scooping the porridge.

Carefully, Nabila fed spoon after spoon of porridge to Denis' mouth. "Enak, yes, mas?" Tanya Nabila, and Denis answered with a nod.

"Have you eaten?" Denis asked, as Nabila thrust another spoonful of porridge in front of his mouth.

"Already" answered Nabila briefly.

"Really?" Denis asked again and Nabila answered with a nod and a smile.

"You need to take care of your health, baby. Let the grandpa be healthy" Denis said while stroking his wife's flat stomach.

Suddenly Denis changed his position. He hugged Nabila's stomach and kissed her several times. "Papa's son is healthy. Don't bother your mom" Denis said as if talking to his son who was still in the stomach.

Nabila smiled at Denis. Funny about her husband's behavior. "Papa don't worry, Mama will take care of me. And I won't bother you" said Nabila in a voice made like a child while stroking her husband's head gently.

Denis raised his head, so that now his face was right in front of Nabila. The man then flanked his wife's head with both palms and gave a kiss on her forehead.

"Thank you, baby for everything" Denis said. He then placed his lips on the lips of his wife's ranum. Enjoy the lips with gentle gestures, ******* and sip alternately as if expressing deep longing.

She did not refuse what her husband did. Sometimes she even returned the movements of her husband's lips. There is also a sense of longing that the woman feels, the gentle touch of her husband.

But after a while, Nabila strongly pushed her husband's body, so the heated kiss ended. "Then later if anyone sees" said Nabila shortly after looking at the door that is still partially open.

Denis held Nabila's hand, who seemed to be leaving the room. "Where are you going?" Ask Denis.

"You turn the bowl back to the kitchen, mas" said Nabila while looking at her husband.

"Later. Don't go anywhere. Just here" Denis said with a face full of hope.

"After a while, mas" said Nabila and greeted by her husband's headband. So inevitably Nabila resigned not to go from that place.

Denis shifted his body, then patted the empty bed. "Lay here" Denis said.

Nabila. The woman sat down and then lay down next to her husband.

Denis wrapped his hand to Nabila's body and shifted his position, so that now his head is parallel to his wife's stomach. Several times, he kissed the stomach. Before that, put his face there. While Nabila fondly stroked the head of her husband, whose hair had begun to stretch and was not well taken care of.

"Tomorrow we go home, baby" Denis said. "I miss your cooking" he said again. And was confessed by his wife.

"I love you so much, baby" Denis said without taking his arms off Nabila's body.

"I'm also a mas, I love very much Denis" said Nabila.

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