When My Wife No Longer Asks for Money

when my wife no longer asks for money (18)

"Mas Rahman's...!" I shouted after seeing Rahman's mas lying in front of the door, I saw Rahman's face was pale. I ran out looking for help from a neighbor to help lift Rahman.

"Sir please help me, my husband fainted," I said to a neighbor beside the house who happened to pass by.

"Come, let's help" said Mr. Mukhlis.

We walked up and lifted Rahman to be brought into the room, he looked helpless. What happened to you, what you hid. I was worried about Rahman's condition, I took eucalyptus oil and I put it near his nose so he could smell.

I replaced Rahman's clothes in short pajamas, he was also unconscious. I sat down next to him hoping he would come to his senses soon. I walked out of the room to fetch some drinking water for him if I realized later.

However, my steps came to a halt when I saw Rahman moving his hand.

"Mas, you are conscious" I asked to see Rahman holding his head.

I walked closer to him again.

"Wait here I'll grab a drink first?"

"No, you're just here. Please don't go" Rahman clasped my hand tightly, as if he were afraid that I might leave when I just wanted to get some water for him.

"Lay down, I want to be next to you and hug you, may I?

I lay down next to Rahman, letting him hug me. I felt the regular roar of Rahman's breath hitting my face, I looked at his face with clinginess. A speck of dew fell from Rahman's eyes, and he cried.

"Why are you, how are you crying?" I asked her her tears that fell.

"No, I just miss like this so I'm moved."

Cup... Mas Rahman kissed my forehead. I never felt like he treated me like this, he really changed for the better but I knew there was something Rahman had hidden from me that I didn't know about.

I let this body get closer to him, his touch made my heart and soul calm, I tried to close my eyes while Rahman was asleep, let it be like this so that one day it will be the most beautiful memory in the remains of our marriage.

🍁🍁🍁

The sound of a clanging pan rang into my room, I looked to the side no more Rahman mas. Where he was, I saw the clock was already at 06:00 am, I rushed out of the room to prepare breakfast for Rahman mas.

However, my steps stopped when I saw Rahman cooking fried rice in the kitchen. I again saw the strangeness in Rahman mas, this morning again happy even though his face looks pale but the good looks on him did not disappear.

"Mas, are you cooking?" my many.

"Good morning, baby?" Mas Rahman kissed my forehead. I can only gawk, he always surprises me whenever I'm with him.

"Then do you want to take a bath if you want to wait for the cooking pot first?" A seductive smile was seen on her lips mas Rahman, my cheeks blushing imagining no-no making me so embarrassed.

"Just kid, I'll take a shower!" My word.

"Yes, after breakfast we have breakfast together,"

I just nodded then walked back to the bathroom to take a shower. After finishing with that one routine, I wore an office shirt not forgetting the black pashmina hijab. I polish the thin powder and lipstick to brighten these lips.

When I was about to get out, I accidentally saw Rahman's suitcase still lying in the corner of the room and I opened it to put Rahman's clothes back in the closet.

Brukkc....

Something fell on the sidelines of Rahman's clothes, it turned out to be medicine but what is this medicine. Why is it in between his clothes mas Rahman, if he is sick he will tell me.

"Ratih, why are you there?" ask Rahman.

"I found this in between your clothes," I showed Rahman the tablet and took it in haste. He was so surprised to see me.

"What medicine is this, my mother!"

"Oh it's just a headache cure" said Mas Rahman.

"Let's have breakfast first?" Mas Rahman pulled my hand, I just quietly followed him to the dining table.

"Just sit down and get everything ready,"

"No, Mas. Let me prepare, you will be tired of cooking this morning and remember you passed out last night or we go to the hospital this morning" I asked while taking rice for Rahman mas.

"Mas, it's healthy and you leave first because the mas will leave a little late,"

Putting rice in his mouth, I just nodded occasionally enjoying this delicious Rahman cooking. Mas Rahman is good at cooking, so no wonder if the cuisine is good like this so I used to intend to open a stall but because the stingy attitude of Rahman mas make me lock up the intention.

The clock is heading for 07:30 minutes, I immediately leave and Rania will be placed in the nursery for a while. I don't want Rahman to feel embarrassed if we have to go together, but Rahman doesn't know if I work there.

"Rahman.," someone shouted from the outside, I who just finished eating straight out to see who came.

"You...,"