Wedding Story's

Fifty-Three (Other)

Again, when my eyes managed to open, the room was all white with the nuances of his distinctive smell that I found. The smell of the drug is very noticeable in the sense of smell. Without asking anyone else for an explanation, I knew that I was lying in the hospital.

What happened to me wasn't a nightmare in my sleep. Except for the harsh reality that came to my life.

Cold sweat ran all over my body. The shadow of being surrounded in the support of fire in solitude seems to narrate a rather deep trauma.

" Hiks.ibu. rere is afraid to be alone" my sobs are full of wounds. Who really brought me here. Because when I first opened my eyes, there was no one in this room except me.

My memory turned back when my brother refused to go home when I told him I was scared over the phone. Should I blame my brother for the events I experienced. If only he had been willing to go home, perhaps this terrible event would not have happened to me, I would not have lay in this dull hospital again, and again the fire would have been inevitable. My thoughts were now fixed on the condition of my mother's house which was last recorded clearly in my memory, the middle room was already half eaten by the red sijago.

As my mind wandered about, the hospital door opened and revealed a figure that I longed for warmth, but reminded me of the deep disappointment in him.

" Re, you're sober"

I threw my eyes aside. It felt reluctant to look at the man who was my husband's status now.

" Dear.."

I couldn't help but cry at the gentle call from my big brother to me that how many days it didn't sound, because of the problems that caused us to have a big fight.

" I know you're disappointed with me. But for the umpteenth time I apologize to you"

Don't miss renata. Don'tdon't. Remember men are hard to believe his talk. I convinced myself not to trust her sweet mouth too easily.

" Re.you don't want to explain something to me"

" Do I have to die first you want to hear my explanation?"

" Wh-"

" You know what I was afraid of at the time. When I need you, hiks but you don't have any mas"

Fadil's brother took me into his arms. I want to rebel, but it seems that male power will not be comparable to female power, especially in my current unstable condition.

" I'm sorry I re.sorry"

I hit the chest of the fadil sis who hugged me tightly. This ego does not forgive. But the heart can not refuse the sweet treatment of a husband whose hobby diemin this wife.

Brother Fadil let me cry as much as he could in his arms. No matter now the shirt he wears may have been squeezed because it was wet by my tears.

" What is mom's house?" I stopped my crying when I remembered my mother's house.

Fadil's sister fell silent and looked at me with a look I could hardly describe.

" Mad" I shook his arm so he could wake up. I really want to know the condition of my mother's house.

" You are patient. I promise I'll fix mom's house again so it can be resettled"

The word fadil brother is like a big stone that dropped into my heart. The house where I grew up, which bore witness to the affection poured out by my parents, witnesses in our joys and sorrows, must now be charred to ashes.

" Well...Can you stay in the rere by yourself?" My husband shouts with empty hope.

Kak fadil shook his head "No re. I can't leave you in such a mess. Ayok. Share me your sadness dear.."

My tears are getting more and more flowing "Hiks house is my only memory with mom and dad mas"

Brother Fadil took my hand and clasped her tightly "I understand the feeling you re. But you can't be a burden on the mind. Later affect your content"

" You know mas? Manya make sure.

Sis fadil nodded weakly "And I'm very grateful that you have my flesh and blood again" Fadil's big brother's hand has moved gently in my stomach wrapped in hospital patient clothes.

" Mas.rere also wanted to apologize "I said a little hesitantly.

" Care selamin. I want to be horrified"

I was a little surprised by the call of the fadil to him. He called himself "mas" did I hear wrong?. Whatever it is for now is not important. Now the most important thing is to explain everything to the brother of fadil so that the problem is resolved.

I explained everything from the beginning of the reason I took the pregnancy-preventing pill. About my fear of giving birth and my concern fiona and fayyadh lack of affection. Fayyadh is still very small. And still need Asi until the age of 2 years.

" I'm just disappointed that you took the pill without my knowledge" Fadil opened his voice when I was done explaining everything

The fadil's kulric sibling that breathes its length "clearly re. Obviously I wouldn't let you take that pill. Why should I take pregnancy pills?"

" Because rere can't refuse if you ask for mas!" my great-grandson with a very innocent look

Fadil widened his eyes to look at me. I was back in fear. But in the next second, I heard his laughter.

" See what, baby?" Ask me if I don't know

" You pretend not to understand" I said slowly and turned my gaze from the direction of fadil's brother who was on the right side of the hospital bed.

" Dear.liat mas dong "

" Ihh mas. rere was embarrassed "I said while covering my face with both hands. Because even though she wants to be the mother of 3 children. I'm still embarrassed to talk about the thing that smells like bed. And that's the mainstay of my perverted husband.

" Many children have much sustenance dear"

" there is no mas. End of this close "I said while looking at him cynically.

" 12 yes wife"

I widened my eyes in shock at the words of my sister "A pregnant husband" I wrote.

" My husband's job is just to help me -"

" IHH MASS" Kucubit kak fadil stomach because annoyed with a very vulgar talk. If you like not in the filter. Wonder.

" Pardon me dear is no longer pardon" said brother Fadil yells excitedly. Again in the hospital. If reprimanded I do not follow.

I stopped pinching me after I thought it was enough. Because my hands are also already sealed so yes in the stop.

" Where are the kids?" I asked while paying attention to fadil feet that were again very focused on peelingin apple fruit my request. I didn't know I was going to eat apples.

" At my mom's house" replied the fadil's brother casually

My lips are grouting "Kangen son. Want to go home "I said by showing a face made to beg

" You may be home tomorrow. Because there are no serious injuries" explained fadil

" i am tomorrow. Now yes. I am not papa" I protested

" What time have you not seen it?" Say fadil's brother while displaying his phone screen towards me.

I was surprised it was almost 11 p.m. It just feels so quiet since then.

" The apple is finished I peeled" said fadil, pointing the apple into my mouth.

I shook my head to refuse "Make you yes. Rere doesn't have an appetite for food"

Well it seems that the patience of a fadil will be tested for the next 9 months. I laughed in my heart. Who told his wife. Ehh, but it's natural.

" Yaudah now you are sleeping" said sak fadil patiently

I shook my head again "Not yet sleepy "it seems like my potent nature has been 30 percent effect there is on the baby again in the stomach maybe.

" I want you to tell me how you can take me to the hospital. Padakan mas ketus really time rere phone" I asked.

It turned out to be a fadil brother who took me to the hospital with the help of some neighbors around. He said after receiving a call from me suddenly the feeling of fadil suddenly not good to worry about me. Finally the fadil brother decided to go home and found a house that was already crowded with people who helped extinguish the fire.

" You know re, my heart stopped beating that day. I've left you alone" lirih kak fadil with regret.

" Here you are. Everything has happened. And I'm okay now. It's still in front of you "

" all has its silver. With this incident, our problem is solved. I'm happy mas "I continued .

Sis fadil hit my arms "I don't want to lose you re. I can't afford to just imagine that I'm not strong" lirih kak fadil.

I smiled bitterly "You have to promise not to be cheered on me if we have another problem. Take a talk rere to design everything yes" I asked very hope.

Fadil nodded. The problems in a relationship must exist. That is what is called household seasoning. Supposedly with the problem it becomes a lesson for each of them, what is wrong with themselves, how to fix it so that a relationship is not easily divided.