We, Without Me

Warming Desire

“How Doc my daughter-in-law's condition?” Mama Agni asked worriedly while repeatedly squeezing her own fingers.

“Pregnant Doc??” Imbuh Mama Agni again, asked in a voice demanding an answer with a hopeful twinkle.

“Sorry yes Ma'am before, if from the symptoms and conditions of the fital that I monitor, this Mbak Yuki is tired, dehydrated and late to eat. For pregnancy and around the condition and health of the uterus, can be directly referred to a gynecologist after the condition of Mbak Yuki gradually recovered.”

“So not yet yes.” Mama Agni's sigh with lowered shoulders disappointed. The originally sparkling gaze now turned heartily.

“Sorry Doc, roughly when will my wife come to her senses and be allowed to go home?”

“After one bag of this infusion runs out if there are no more complaints can go home. For awareness we can wait, it was in a fainting state, but now Mbak Yuki is asleep. So just leave it first to rest, no need to rush to wake ya Mas.” Papar the Doctor while confirming the location of the decreased glasses, reviewing the smile knots on the family of his patients so as not to be too late in worries.

“Please later redeemed to the prescription drug pharmacy that I have given yes, Mom, Mas.” The impression again while giving a piece of paper that is believed to contain several types of drugs that Yuki must consume. Only medical experts would truly understand the abstract-looking graffiti in the eyes of a layman.

“If for what food there is a restriction, Doc?” Sela Mama Agni with the most common questions she should ask. Medications and treatments will feel useless if food intake actually gives a bad impact or reaction that does not match the drug consumed.

“While this is the main intake of soft like porridge or fruit juice only to be easily digested stomach. For the diet also please be maintained and try to allow Mbak Yuki to consume lots of water. The rest reduce spicy and overly salty foods.” Papar Pak Doctor long, answered the usual questions he got patiently.

“Good, Doc, thank you.” Said the Mother and child in unison, nodding small with a friendly smile. They were quite relieved and satisfied at the reply of the Doctor who dealt with Yuki.

“Then excuse me, may Mbak Yuki quickly wake up and recover. Let's.” Her pampit is followed by a nun who had helped pair the infusion for Yuki.

Pulling a chair next to Yuki's gurney, Mama Agni chose to sit down to rest her legs that began to numb. The increase in age makes it less energetic and easily tired.

“Ma, since when did Yuki get sick?” The stupid question was spoken freely without a second thought, relying only on the memory of Mama Agni's previous statement.

“You are weird. Sleeping in the room is not aware of a sick wife!? Don't usually just fight but Yuki's health is not noticed!!” Hardik Mama Agni ketus with bulging eyes while tracking her waist in her sitting position.

Intentions want to ask questions and complain, he actually sprayed his own Mama. But inevitably also must be admitted to have been a husband is not becus. At least if he does not care about Yuki, he should still be a more empathetic and sensitive human being in the surrounding conditions.

“If you're fighting how do you want to pay attention to each other anyway Ma? Where could it be if already provoked.” The complaint originated without realizing the intent of the conversation that intersected each other.

Bugh..!

Hitting her son's shoulder, Mama Agni was standing fiercely leaving the comfort of the minimalist chair she was sitting in. “Gosh you Mas..!! Don't tell me you're every night fighting Yuki!!?”

“Gak every night also Ma.” His words were clear which only Mama Agni could hear.

“Do not think Mama does not know that every night you are noisy!!” Mama Agni said loudly, forgetting the existence of those who are still in the ward with many other patients.

“What!? Don't you dare argue, right!? Stop first as long as Yuki has not recovered. Could fail to print a limited edition grandchild project for Mama.” Mama Agni continued saying with a ketus ended up throwing her body back into the chair.

The face that had been pale pias thought Mama Agni knew the truth of the forced relationship was now met red. Not because of Mama Agni's words, but the strange glances of everyone in the ward who were poking at each other's smiles held back laughter.

Protests that had wanted to be aired by fellow ward residents at the screams of Mama Agni immediately buried. They have assumed each of them on different behaviors and assumptions.

‘Apes is so!! Mama is ashamed!’ His grunts in his heart finally understood the true meaning of Mama Agni's words.

‘Pura-preture fainting keep aja deh.’ Yuki's murmured in his heart that had actually awakened before Mama Agni's ferocious scolding echoed.

Yuki who still felt his body go limp tried to go back to sleep. Relaxing his back felt quite achy, but when his consciousness almost disappeared a warm grasp made his body stiffen.

The grip of the sturdy big palm was definitely not Mama Agni's. Trapped in a position to choose silence or pretend just realized, the roar of nervous thumping has mastered the entire soul and body of Yuki.

‘Sorry.’ He murmured inwardly with regret. Of course Yuki can't hear the apology, unless both of them are good at telepathy.

It was not her intention to give Yuki a life of pain. Indeed, he had said painful sentences to Yuki who was ill-fated immediately on the day of the wedding. But all that to turn off the sincerity of Yuki's love. He realizes that there is no love for Yuki, everything is still filled with Alia.

As Yuki's husband, he promises to one day release Yuki from the status of a wife who is constrained by his happiness. Releasing Yuki in search of the true meaning of happiness from the person who also sincerely loves and loves her.

“Build.. I'll treat you well after this.” His murmured softly, rubbing Yuki's cold sweaty forehead. Mama Agni's departure to the toilet was used by her to express her heart.

“Sorry it has hurt you all this time. I know you're a strong woman.”

Can Yuki cry now?

Can Yuki hope that all of that is not a dream?

Slowly opening her eyes that were getting wet, Yuki stared fixedly at the figure that was down on her right side. There was a warm sigh in the corner of his heart that Yuki was about to close. Smiling happily, Yuki's thumb rubbed the hand that was grasping her fingers tightly.

“Mas.” Yuki said softly with her hoarse voice.

“You're conscious?” Suddenly the question sounded cold from the look of a relieved face that turned flat. The grip of the hand was released rough causing a sense of giddiness and emptiness.

A second later a pain hit Yuki's chest, forcing her to come to terms with reality. Maybe it is true that all are just dreams and hallucinations from the subconscious who wants the love of the husband, so thought Yuki with an unrequited look of affection.

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Forgive Hana for giving us so much awkwardness here, because we're guessing. 😁

Hana is looking forward to UP the flashback section and completing the empty Yuki story.😄

Those who read are impatient, right?😎